William Adolphus Turnpike

eman's advertisement for "a bright and intelligent office boy; one who knows the city well." When he arrived at the office on the

d as he was usually down an hour earlier than Whimple, he "opened up" and kept an eye on things for the bar

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know?" Whim

mself, "yes, I always know," and, as to-day, there was that in William's voice

gang was the greatest c'lection er mutts you ever seen. Honest, I don't believe there was one of

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t, and most of 'em was saying about how they showed their other bosses what's what. So I knew they didn't want a job; they

nd a head of red hair. And Whimple saw a rather thin but healthy-looking lad with a somewhat long face, a nose that William himse

ospects. And William had listened, asking a question occasionally, sometimes interjecting a remark, and always, so Whimple says now, with an aptness that surprised and delight

ised for the smallness of the amount. "It'll help some at

te yourself, Willi

supposin' I'm any good and business improves,

right,

the business, and to make this office too sma

irty he had few clients, and a legacy that brought him just $6.00 a week, and often had been his only barrier against real want. His father and mother had died while he was just a boy; relatives had given him a home until at eighteen he had started "clerking" in a law office, and with his wages and his legacy had carried himself through to the day when his name appeared among those called to the bar. Simmons he had met in the clerking days; the young architect was financially bet

d to them is added those who do not regard boys, office or otherwise, as having the remotest bearing upon, connection with, or part in the working of the world of to-day. Your first-class office boy inspires fear. He knows his indispensability; he knows that more than anything else the boss loathes the trouble of hiring an office boy; he knows-oh! what does he

fiding, "Oh! may I trust in you, boss?" kind of manner; it may be that in the man who hires him there still remains-though now well controlled-that love of fun and careless mischievousness

end of the first month, he had won Whimple to an announcement on the outer door to the effect that office hours were from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.; and he had established his own luncheon hour as fro

iam," he said. "You've so much sunshine in your composition that you are shedding it

to you, or otherwise tasted the dregs of sorrow or remorse, you couldn't ordinarily stay within a few yards of William and grieve. Not that he had not