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“Yea, bo! I've lost my job”

Have you lost your job? Then throw up your arms and yell, Three cheers!! Many a man's eyes are opened to his true ability only when he does lose his

job. David Pritchard's surely were

ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOHN R. NEILL

NIRED! Dismissed after twenty years of He had grown up with the works, had David

faithful service! Discharged with a scant Pritchard. They were part of him. He knew

two weeks' pay to serve in lieu of notice. every detail of the great organization, from the David Pritchard stared hard at the pink slip buying of the raw materials to the shipping. At that so summarily severed his connections with a moment's notice, he could jump in and fill any the Winthrop Hardware Works. He couldn't man's place. And the last seven or eight years quite comprehend it. Surely, there must be a had been particularly peaceful ones. He had mistake. It couldn't be! Someone had found his niche as a sort of supervisory bookblundered somewhere. Why, old man Win- keeper. It was an easy post, quiet, methodical, throp would rise from his grave if he knew, and it brought him fifty dollars weekly. Strikes

Ah! But he didn't know. That was the rub. never affected him; he had under him men who He didn't know that his two young sons had were rather like old friends than coworkers; hardly waited for the ground to close above there was nothing to throw him out of his usual him, before they literally tore down the great routine; he performed his duties leisurely, system he had labored twenty years to erect. regularly, like an old habit. They had ruthlessly dismissed men who had And now—now he was fired! And the only given the best part of their lives to the growth thing he had to show for twenty years of labor of the factory, and had installed in their places was à paltry two weeks' salary. No spoken a lot of new men and women who bustled good-by, no explanations, not even a written around all day, disturbing one's peace of mind. word of regret. Just dismissed. There were new machines, new devices in the furnace rooms, new contraptions in the book M TECHANICALLY, his mind filled with keeping department--new things that clattered IVI brooding thoughts at the injustice of a and made too much noise for all their record of callous world, David Pritchard took his usual efficiency.

way homeward and turned in at his own gate. David Pritchard had watched all these In the hall, he hung his hat on its accustomed changes; but, somehow, he had never thought peg and started toward the kitchen at the back. of them as affecting him. That he should be “That you, Dave?" discharged! When one has worked in a place “Yes." twenty years and has seen it grow from a one “Oh! Come in, quick! I've got my hands in room affair to a ten-story factory, with similar this dough and can't budge. Dave!" as he apbuildings in three other cities, the thought of peared in the doorway and met the flushed face dismissal is very strange.

that was turned eagerly toward him, “You'll He had come to John Winthrop, senjor, as a never guess what has happened! The most young man of twenty-five, just married and wonderful thing!" just starting out in a life's work. Why, he David Pritchard approached his wife quietly remembered the times when this very same and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. John Winthrop, junior, who now ruled so high “Dav-id! Look out! You'll get all messed handedly in his father's place, had toddled into up with this flour! Aren't you even anxious to the old factory and begged to be carried on his know?” back. He had made his first sled for him- "Sure. What's happened?” hammered it together out of boards used for “It's Helen! She's engaged to Rob Gilmore! crating, and then taken half of his lunch hour to Isn't that wonderful? To think that he'd choose ride him about the snow-covered streets.

our little girl of all the smart girls he knows!

He's a fine boy, Dave, young, strong, full of ambition. Just think! He's hardly twentyseven and he has his own car, a big bank-account, a fine job, and he's so good to his mother! Everyone remarks on the way he treats her. David, I never thought such wonderful luck would come to our Helen. Don't you think,”

"Yes, yes!” agreed David Pritchard, but there was no enthusiasm behind his words. His wife chattered happily on:

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I ago. They went down town for something. And he wants Helen to stop work right now. He offered to pay her board and food until she marries. But I told him right off we were well able to take care of her ourselves. Helen's so happy, she can hardly stand still a minute. They're coming back here to supper, so you better go upstairs and change.”

The unreasoning dislike which David Pritchard had always felt for Robert Gilmore, now crystallized itself into a definite grievance. He was one of those new hustlers—bustling, energetic, mad to get to the goal in one breathless rush, stepping ruthlessly over obstacles, crushing everything that rose to say them nay—even the men who had once carried them on their backs and taught them to spin their first tops. He had no sentiment, no heart. Typical of the new generation, he was cold and calculating. He took what he wanted and forgot whom he took it from.

Now he wanted Helen, and, characteristically, he was taking her by every power known to man, buying her affection with gifts and promises. But he couldn't make her happy. Such men never could. They married, not out of love, but out of the desire to fill a need. They were selfishly motivated. They couldn't make the fine sacrifices; they couldn't be as considerate, as patient, as forbearing, as the older generation who took their women out

Most men, at his time of life, were busy reaping the profits of a useful

business career

of love and labored in a thousand ways to make place for a man approaching middle age? Most them happy. He would have a long talk with . men, at his time of life, were busy reaping the Helen. He would put the whole thing clearly- profits of a useful business career. They weren't

And on the heels of his thought, the front rushing about trying to find new jobs. How door snapped shut. Faintly, he heard excited could he hope to compete with the energetic talking downstairs; then footsteps pattered youngsters who were everywhere bucking the toward him with a click-clack that announced game? He was used up. He was old. He high French heels.

ought to be sitting in a rocker on his front “Da-ad! Dad!"

porch, living on the interest of his savings. "Coming,” he answered.

Where could he turn first? But before he had time to go to the door, a Monday morning came, and sheer force of radiant vision in summery white flew into the habit drew him from his bed at seven o'clock. room and almost strangled him in an embrace He had not yet told Evie, his wife, that he had of soft, warm arms.

been dismissed; so when he came downstairs, “Oh, daddy! I'm the happiest girl in all the his breakfast was, as usual, ready for him. world! Look!"

Silently he ate, then rose, kissed Evie, and de

parted. With his accustomed precision, he IN spite of himself, David Pritchard was snapped the front gate and started down the 1 drawn into an exclamation at sight of the street at the same regular stride that brought great, sparkling diamond she proudly exhibited. him, within three-quarters of an hour, to the It certainly was big enough and brilliant. Such Winthrop Hardware Works. And so perfectly, a ring must have cost-. His eyes traveled to so automatically, did habit perform its function, his daughter's round, smooth face and were that he had almost turned in at the door when held by her own glorious eyes that glowed with he checked himself with a start and realized a new light. Their radiance fairly dazzled him that he no longer belonged here. and quite obliterated his previously formed He crossed the street and sat on the steps of a intention to have a long talk, to explain matters, brownstone house, lifting his eyes to the great, to point out the foolishness of marrying a man white factory. How tall a building it was! How like Robert Gilmore. Instead, he took his very many windows it had! Never before had he young, very pretty daughter in his arms and realized what an imposing structure was this kissed her.

place where he had spent the better part of his "Are you sure you love him, Helen?”

years. Up to now it had been but a large door “Dad! What a question! He's wonderful! through which he had passed twice a day. He He says-oh-tbe nicest things! And every- had never stood off and viewed it. He had lost body else thinks so much of him. You ought to his perspective. He was like the forester who is see how every one down at the bank shook so engrossed in clearing the small road before hands with him and congratulated him. The him, that he fails to grasp the beauty of the president told me I ought to be a very happy great woods that surround him. woman with such a man. Why don't you like him?"

W H AT were those words above the door? “Wha--what? Why—why I do like him, V V Industria et Progressia. That meant Helen.”

industry and progress. Funny that he had "Oh, daddy, that's a whopper! You know never noted them before. Dully, he wondered you don't. And you can't fool me. I felt it all whether the other workers had ever thought along."

of their meaning. As he stared at those words, "Nonsense. It's your imagination. I've got a shade went up in the building and the blonde nothing against the young man. Moreover, if head of Miss Newcomb, the secretary, aphe makes you happy- Come now! There's peared at the window for an instant. mother calling. We'd better go down stairs." What an enigma she was! In his day no one

Somehow, David Pritchard managed to get ever saw women like her in such positions. She through that day and the Sunday that followed. dressed like a fashion plate, with a subdued Numberless thoughts seethed through his mind; elegance that befitted women of high station. grievances poisonously brooded in his soul; Her nails were always glisteningly polished, her and silent revolts at the irony of fate tore at his face carefully powdered to present at all times consciousness. Wasn't it just like the very an appearance of freshness, and her hair smooth, contrariness of things for him to lose his job sleek, and artistically coifed. Yet she worked just when he needed it most?

with the efficiency and smoothness of a wellWhat was he to do now? Where was there a oiled machine.

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of love and labored in a thousand ways to make place for a man approaching middle age? Most them happy. He would have a long talk with . men, at his time of life, were busy reaping the Helen. He would put the whole thing clearly- profits of a useful business career. They weren't

And on the heels of his thought, the front rushing about trying to find new jobs. How door snapped shut. Faintly, he heard excited could he hope to compete with the energetic talking downstairs; then footsteps pattered youngsters who were everywhece bucking the toward him with a click-clack that announced game? He was used up. He was old. He high French heels.

ought to be sitting in a rocker on his front Da-ad! Dad!"

porch, living on the interest of his savings. “Coming,” he answered.

Where could he turn first? But before he had time to go to the door, a Monday morning came, and sheer force of radiant vision in summery white flew into the habit drew him from his bed at seven o'clock. room and almost strangled him in an embrace He had not yet told Evie, his wife, that he had of soft, warm arms.

been dismissed; so when he came downstairs, “Oh, daddy! I'm the happiest girl in all the his breakfast was, as usual, ready for him. world! Look!”

Silently he ate, then rose, kissed Evie, and de

parted. With his accustomed precision, he N spite of himself, David Pritchard was snapped the front gate and started down the I drawn into an exclamation at sight of the street at the same regular stride that brought great, sparkling diamond she proudly exhibited. him, within three-quarters of an hour, to the It certainly was big enough and brilliant. Such Winthrop Hardware Works. And so perfectly, a ring must have cost. His eyes traveled to so automatically, did habit perform its function, his daughter's round, smooth face and were that he had almost turned in at the door when held by her own glorious eyes that glowed with he checked himself with a start and realized a new light. Their radiance fairly dazzled him that he no longer belonged here. and quite obliterated his previously formed He crossed the street and sat on the steps of a intention to have a long talk, to explain matters, brownstone house, lifting his eyes to the great, to point out the foolishness of marrying a man white factory. How tall a building it was! How like Robert Gilmore. Instead, he took his very many windows it had! Never before had he young, very pretty daughter in his arms and realized what an imposing structure was this kissed her.

place where he had spent the better part of his “Are you sure you love him, Helen?"

years. Up to now it had been but a large door “Dad! What a question! He's wonderful! through which he had passed twice a day. He He says-oh-the nicest things! And every had never stood off and viewed it. He had lost body else thinks so much of him. You ought to his perspective. He was like the forester who is see how every one down at the bank shook so engrossed in clearing the small road before hands with him and congratulated him. The him, that he fails to grasp the beauty of the president told me I ought to be a very happy great woods that surround him. woman with such a man. Why don't you like him?"

W H AT were those words above the door? “Wha--what? Why—why I do like him,

Industria et Progressia. That meant Helen."

industry and progress. Funny that he had “Oh, daddy, that's a whopper! You know never noted them before. Dully, he wondered you don't. And you can't fool me. I felt it all whether the other workers had ever thought along."

of their meaning. As he stared at those words, “Nonsense. It's your imagination. I've got a shade went up in the building and the blonde nothing against the young man. Moreover, if head of Miss Newcomb, the secretary, aphe makes you happy- Come now! There's peared at the window for an instant. mother calling. We'd better go down stairs.” What an enigma she was! In his day no one

Somehow, David Pritchard managed to get ever saw women like her in such positions. She through that day and the Sunday that followed. dressed like a fashion plate, with a subdued Numberless thoughts seethed through his mind; elegance that befitted women of high station. grievances poisonously brooded in his soul; Her nails were always glisteningly polished, her and silent revolts at the irony of fate tore at his face carefully powdered to present at all times consciousness. Wasn't it just like the very an appearance of freshness, and her hair smooth, contrariness of things for him to lose his job sleek, and artistically coifed. Yet she worked just when he needed it most?

with the efficiency and smoothness of a wellWhat was he to do now? Where was there a oiled machine.

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