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etter I had written that morning in answer to the newspaper advertisement. I immediately assumed what I thought to be the correct, meek expression of a man looking for work; with, I hope, becoming timidity and nervousness, I whispered my name to the young lady. Then I took a seat alongside one of my fellow applicants, who eyed me askance and with what I took to be amused tolerance. Five minutes, and the young lady ushered out the man who had been on the point of being interviewed as I had come in. "Mr. Monaghan?" queried the lady. Mr. Monaghan rose and followed her. An interval of ten minutes, and Mr. Monaghan went after his predecessor. "Mr. Rubenstein?" asked the lady. Mr. Rubenstein, who, every inch of him, looked the part, went through the routine of Mr. Monaghan, leaving me alone in the waiting room. At last my turn came and I was ushered into the "sanctum." I had put my head only inside the door, when the bluff voice I had learned that day to know shouted merrily: "Hello! George. What do you know? Come on in and sit down." And there was Mr. Horsfal, as large as life, sitting behind a desk with a pile of letters in front of him. I was keenly disappointed and I fear I showed it. Only this,--after all my rising hopes,--the genial Mr. Horsfal wished to chat with me now that he had got his business worries over. "Why!--what's the matter, son? You look crestfallen." "I am, too," I answered. "I was not aware which rooms you occupied and, when I received the telephone message to come here and saw those men waiting, I felt sure I had received an answer to my application for a position I saw in the papers this morning." Mr. Horsfal leaned back in his chair and surveyed me. "Well,--no need to get crestfallen, George. When you had that thought, your thinking apparatus was in perfect working order." My eyes showed surprise. "You don't mean----" "Yes! George." "What?--'wanted,--alert, strong, handy man, to supervise up-coast property. One who can run country store preferred. Must be sober,'" I quoted. "The very same. I've been interviewing men for a week now and I'm sick of it. I got your letter this evening. But all day I have had it in my mind that you were the very man I wanted, sent from the clouds right to me." "But,--but," I exclaimed. "I am afraid I have not the experience a man requires for such a job." K. B. Horsfal thumped his desk. "Lord sakes! man,-
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