er. The Hours were
short and the Salary large and the Work easy.

He plugged on for many Moons, keeping his Eye on that Roll-Top Desk,
for the Manager was getting into the Has-Been Division and he knew
there would be a Vacancy.

At last the House gave the old Manager the Privilege of retiring and
living on whatever he had saved.

"Ah, this is where Humble Merit gets its Reward," said the Patient
Toiler. "I can see myself counting Money."

That very Day the Main Gazooks led into the Office one of the
handsomest Tennis Players that ever worked on Long Island and
introduced him all around as the new Department Manager.

"I shall expect you to tell Archibald all about the Business," said
the Main Gazooks to the Patient Toiler. "You see he has just graduated
from Yale and he doesn't know a dum Thing about Managing anything
except a Cat-Boat, but his Father is one of our principal
Stock-Holders and he is engaged to a Young Woman whose Uncle is at the
head of the Trust."

"I had been hoping to get this Job for myself," said the Faithful
Worker, faintly.

[Illustration: _His Ambition._]

"You are so valuable as a Subordinate and have shown such an Aptitude
for Detail Work that it would be a Shame to waste you on a $5,000
Job," said the Main Gazooks. "Besides you are not Equipped. You have
not been to Yale. Your Father is not a Stock-Holder. You are not
engaged to a Trust. Get back to your High Stool and whatever Archibald
wants to know, you tell him."

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MORAL: One who wishes to be a Figure-Head should not Overtrain.

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_THE SUMMER VACATION THAT WAS TOO GOOD TO LAST_

Once there was a Wife who gave the Money-Getter a Vacation by going
into the Country for a Month. Dearie took her to the Train, and all
the way she kept saying that it did not seem just Right to romp away
on a Pleasure Trip and leave him Shell-Roaded.

He began to fear that she would Weaken, so he told her that while he
was slaving and humping in the City, it would give him sufficient Joy
to know that Darling was out in the Woods, listening to the Birds.
He insisted that she should stay until she was thoroughly Rested.
Of course, he did not dare to make it too Strong. He played the
Self-Sacrifice Gag and threw in a Dash of Marital Solicitude, and made
an awful Try at imitating one who has been soaked by a Great Sorrow.
As the Missus looked at him through he