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> first time in his ten years of experience ch an opportunity had come his way. of the men looking for work noticed his in- He said to Nickles: ; Job is no good. I been there already. ant you to. do everything.” les grasped at the opportunity to find out or all just what was a “Footman.” at, is the work?” you mean a real footman? If you do, that’s rent story. A. real footman waits at the wears white gloves, goes riding with the : and mistress, receives guests and gets— f tips.” 19? vever, the other added quickly: t for them aristocrats . - Bah! ing windows, washing floors, cleaning up Bah! . “er it can’t be hard—Nickles thought. And it to dawn on him what a footman really was. ere you a footman before?”. the stranger Co =_™ Oo. Ss @ he 38, in the old country.” was a lie as a matter of fact, but he didn’t He wanted to get that job, so under the stances the lie was justified. went straightforth to the agency. owre looking for an experienced footman?” es. Is that your trade?” ure; but I ain’t done that kind of work here, in the old country.” Vhat country?” n- treece.—I was footman in a very high-class e-j{ ly’—Nickles added. it ‘hat so? That’s fine. Can you give any refer- s?” ference, reference, hm. That was | point, it occurred to him. Nevertheless he calmly : sorry, I ain’t got no references.with me. (The of the employment agent darkened.) The deman for whom I worked (a brillian idea), ister Propapapadakis, was shot by the new lutionary government,” . (In a jiffy the agent’s was again bright.) 3o, that is excellent, splendid, what was the ister’s name? . Wait, I’ll write a few ds of recommendation.” e did even more, he called up the aritocratic ily on the telephone. hen he asked for two dollars, ickles had altogether forgotten this detail. “i no money with me now. But it’s sure mon- I land the job.” ie mployment agent seemed used to these MyM because he didn’t put up any objections. H@ seemed to have a trusting soul, or perhaps were few workers. * * OADMOOR. A white house among sycamores. At the entrance, two small groups of cherubs lovely flower garlands. Evidently as a sym- bol for the innocence of the owner. As Nickles reached the palace, five dogs suddenly surrounded him. Five howling beasts. A sharp whistle shrilled thru the air. The five beasts whimpered and bared their teeth from afar. Nickles felt himself to be like a mythological figure of ancient Greece his country—among wild beasts. He didn’t have to ring. ‘Does Mr. Broidin live here?” “Yes”—answered the servant who opened the door, ind who wore a high collar. Nickles, who was q@ick-minded decided that the collar was tied armpund with a narrow black band only to keep the servant’s neck from falling out. Later how- ever he realized that he was mistaken, “I'eome from the employment agent”—he said and drew the crumpled note of recommendation from his pocket. “All right.” Then he announced the fact that he had been ut} footman for Minister Propapapadakis, etc. . in| The servant tried to pronounce the long name. it} Pro— Prokala— Prosta— But he couldn’t get dj any farther, as his tongue got twisted. He had to is|content himself to give the report to the Mrs. - oe ‘ 8 m bh m of at d, of the Working Class) without giving the name. Two minutes later the servant came back. “The Mrs. wants to know if you have refer- ences ?” “My reference, I’m sorry to say, had his head cut off . But maybe I myself can . Bey He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if his outward apearance was sufficiently inspiring of confidence. He himself was very much impress- ed with himself in his second-hand clothes. The servant went a few more times and came back again, bringing new questions and taking back answers. How long had he been in America: did he possess any papers of any kind, and more of the same sort of thing. To every question he gave unhesitatingly an outspoken lie, and the servant disappeared fully satisfied. Now there followed a longer interval, during which Nickles felt uneasy. In such intervals the people must be thinking things over, and no good: will come of it. This time his forebodings provéd wrong. The servant came back with a long sheet of pa- per, containing the list of all the kinds of work assigned to the footman. “Well, now I want to inform you what your work will be like. Come with me to the kitchen.” Nickles obeyed. “Sit down’’—the servant said in a friendly man- ner—“My name is John . <7 Nickles listened with great astonishment to the account of how many-sided a footman had to be. He was decidedly impressed with the resourceful- ness with which Mrs. Broidin distributed the work to cover the whole day. One thing was certain, this many-sidedness was not so richly rewarded by the aristocratic family, for the monthly wage was only forty-five dollars. But on the other hand, there was board, lodging, clothing and other fa- vorable points that ought to be considered. After the long list had been enumerated John asked whether Nickles was satisfied with the work. The Greek declared that the work which he had to do for Propapapadakis was of an entirely dif- ferent nature, but he fo tb d eo pnery that he would be satisfactory" Hi : s+ a9 5cit : : By John Lassen “When I was workin’ for His Excellency, Min- ister Propapapadakis, I only had to serve the mas- ter and mistress and to go along when they went out riding . ig “Tya”—John sighed—‘“don’t forget we're in America’s: 4) 37 And the cook, a rather elderly woman wearing glasses and with a kindly look nodded: “Yes, America . he The chambermaid came. In a black dress. She seemed tired and exhausted. She filled~a pail with a bored expression. “That is Marguerite, the chambermaid”’—John said. The two pairs of eyes met each other. different pairs of eyes. “T hope you'll stay?” said John. “’m going out only for ten minutes”—Mar- fuerite answered with a laugh, and the bored face became lit up with a radiant, with a fresh look of youth. “No, you can’t”—and John explained togNickles what these “ten minutes” meant.—Recently George had gone out in the evening for “ten minutes” and-hadn’t come back, and now Marguerite wanted to go out for ten minutes, when she had been there only a week! Everybody laughed over that. “When do you want to start work?’—John asked—“Can you bring your things yourself?” Nickles almost blurted out that he would have no difficulty in bringing the nothing that he pos- sessed. But he thought better of it just in time, for he had arrived at the conviction that on prin- ciple one should never tell the truth. 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