Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 24, 1913, Page 2

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THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA,, BRAGES SACRIFIGE Girl Cashier Starts Misguided Of- fice Boy on Street Called Straight. BY FRANK FILSON, Fifty dollars missing! Grace Boyce, cashier and secretary of the downtown office of the Allen Manufacturing com- pany, stood staring in a dazed way into the money drawer of the high screened desk that was her post of duty. All her pride and esteem went down ‘n a kind cof 2 crash at this, the first blow in her pleasant business career. Never before during her two years’ service with the company had her cash been short. The mysterious thing about it was that she could not explain the circumstance. She had tallied off her cash balance at noon the day previous. Then she had gone to the bank. She had re- turned and filled the pay envelopes for the factory hands. _ At four o'clock, as was usual, young Alden Morris, son of the president of the company, had ar~ rived to take the pay roll to the fac- tory in his automobile Grace very distinctly remembered that incident. A slight flush tinged her fair cheeks as she thought of it. Whenever the young man visited the office life seemed to hrighten up. Then after the day's work Grace had placed the cash box in the safe and had gone over the books. “I mever let the handbag out of my sight from the bank to the office,” she reflected. ‘“Then I placed it for a mo- ment on Jerry's desk while I put my wraps away. Oh, yes, | remember-— the bag snapped open. But it was only a minute, and | gathered it up and took it into the cage with me.” Because of the minute she tabulated Grace mechanically walked over to the little desk that was the post of the office boy, Jerry Lang. She stood racking her brain anew, trying to tig- ure things out. Suddenly she gave a start, leancd ovir, and from the tiny ink tray on the desk took up a long, thick pin. “A bank pin!" she fluttered-—“not another in the tray like it, and—oh, dear, I'm afraid [ see it all!” Grace made a spasmodic dive for wad of paper a crumpled up lying He Looked Wretchedly Worried. among the litter of cards and penhold- ers. She opened it, smoothing out the conventional bank strip used in binding pack 5 of currency togeth- er. It had printed across it, the date of the day previous, and the initials of the bank where the com- pany did business. It was all plain to Grace now, She grew quite pale Then she almost cried. Then she kept watching for the arrival of Jerry. ie slonched in half an hour later. He looked wreichedly worried. Something was wrong with him—Grace saw that at a glance “Jerry,” she called, and beckoned him past the doorway of one of the in- ner offices. He darted a frightened glance at her, but obeyed her call “8it down,” she said, closing the door. “I have something to say to you" can't do any errands.” Jerry. “I—I'm going Noyce. You see—" , Jerry,” interrupted Grace, “you are not going to leave until you tell me 211 about the fifty dollars you took | out of my handbag yesterday.” Jerry tried to face his accuser de- |flantly. Then he broke down. He | gulped, writhed and sobbed. “I didn’t take it out of your hand- bag,” he declared. “It rolled out on ithe flcor. Oh! I wish I was dead. 1 don’t know what I did it for.” “What did you do with the money ™ inquired Grace. “} met some fenows. I went with them to a peol room. I lost it ali, and —don’t send me to jail!” he pleaded, talling to his knees. “Don't tell my mother—it will kill her! Give me a ;chance. I'll clave, dig, work nights to | pay it back—" “Not here, Jerry,” sald Grace softly, |tvn'. sternly. “You cannot be trusted | where there is money around Jerry, [ have thought out what [ am g to do for you. I shall get you a: place. I shall have to pay that | dollars out of my own little savingzs. What will you promise if I make this sacrifice for you?” Jerry moaned and bawled. Here and there amid his incoherent sob- ! bings a streak of the real Jerry cama out, and Grace ended up the interview In a brief talk. At the end of it the « Mi to leave, blurted | { aspirations he laughed and said you JAN. 24, 1913, | contrite office boy declared lho had saved him from an abyss and he i would be “true blue!” Jerry went back to his desk. Grace with a sigh drew a check against her | little savings account, thought of poor Mrs. Lang, and hoped she was acting for the best. She was a little sur prised when young Mr. Morris en- tered the office a few minutes later. They chatted for awhile. Then Grace asked him to give Jerry a place at i the factory. Two months went by. Every Sat- urday evening Jerry called upon Grace at her boarding house. On each occa- | gion he had humbly offered her a dol- {lar of his salary, which she declined to take. “You will soon be better able to spare me something if you keep on as finely as you have started,” she en- couraged him. “How do you know that I am, Miss Boyce?" he asked. “Mr. Morris tells me about you whpnmr he comes to the office,” ex- plained Grace. “He's good as gold, he is,” stated Jerry enthusiastically. “He seems just glad to advise me and show me how to do things. He advanced me last wook. you, Mizs Doyce, as gentle like and in- terested,” and Grace had to turn away that came to her face. The last day of the fiscal year a let- ter was handed to Grace by the office manager. It was from the president in salary for the coming year.” irace was regarding it, dreaming over what the unexpected windfall would mean to her, when a smiling face pressed close to the netted wire. “1 heard about that,” spoke Alden Morris. “You deserve it, Miss Boyce.” “What will T ever do with so much money?” inquired Grace in pretty, af- fected dismay. “\Vill you let me advise you?”" asked young Morrls, quite earnestly, and stepping into the cage. “I 1 should be glad—why, yes” stammered Grace, something in the impressive manner of the speaker set- ting heart in a strange flutter. “Then” said Alden, lowering his voice to a tender whisper, “buy your- self a wedding outfit.” “A wedding outfit?” repeated Grace smiled Alden, “if you ave me for a husband. Listen. Miss Dovee Grace. You and I have been sharing some work together. 1 mean Jerry, you know. 1 was in the fnner ofice the day you so nobly sacri- ficed your little earnings to save the hoy. | have heen co-operating with von ever gince. e is going to be a credit to both of us. Won't you con- finve the delightful partnership, dear?" *Girace could not say him nay, and | the guest at the wedding who con- gratulated them with honest tears in his eyes, was the misguided boy they had started on the street called Straight. (Copyright 1912, by W. G. Chapman.) THOUGHT HIS TIME HAD COME Visitor Could Scarely Be Blamed for Hastening From a Treat Like That, Clayton B Templer, one of the oldest members of the Delaware County Bar association, had the scare of his life recently. Mr. Templer owns a number of tenant houses in Muncie. He was secking John Proctor, stage carpenter for a loeal theater, to hire him to do some repair work on one of the houses “Just go to the stage door in the alley, pull it back and go iuside. He fs in there,” Templer was told when he inquired at the theater for Proctor. Templer, following instructions, opened the stage door to enter. A black mustached man, swarthy of | feature and glistening of teeth, met | him, shouting: “Villain, you shall pay dear'y for this! Die the death of a dog. you hound!” | “Not me!" Templer exclalmed, as | he ran at jack rabhit gpeed down the alley to the nearest policeman., The policeman investigated and found that just as Templer entered the stage door a “ten-twent-thirt'” melodrama was being rehearsed for that evening’s performance and that the lawyer “butted in” on the per- formance just as the villan was in the act of strangling the hero to death.— Indianapolis News, 1 Could Read Faces. “Yes, eir,” went on Professor X— to a gentleman to whom he had re- cently been introduced, “I have given some attention to the study of human | nature, and I rarely fail to read a | face correctly. 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