United States or Ghana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Both Frank and Richard loved their work, and by the second week the books in the stock-room were in a neater and handier condition than they had ever been before, and Frank expressed his pleasure at having some one who could really help, and not hinder, as the discharged clerk had done. On Tuesday morning of the second week, Richard was hurrying to the store a little earlier than usual.

Report to Mr. Hanson in the stock-room. He'll start you off." He continued to regard Dalyrimple steadily until the latter, realizing that the interview was over, rose awkwardly. "Well, Mr. Macy, I'm certainly much obliged." "That's all right. Glad to help you, Bryan." After an irresolute moment, Dalyrimple found himself in the hall.

"Perhaps," he reasoned, "God meant that even the fools and traitors should be helped, too." Going into the stock-room, he looked over the quotations of the day before in an unimportant manner, waiting for Marix to come in. "Hello! Hello!" he cried, at sight of him, with a genial laugh, putting a hand on each of the little broker's shoulders and looking down at him with warning eyes.

Indeed the two were now deep in each other's confidence, and no such thought as keeping the matter to himself would have crossed Richard's mind. "Perhaps it will teach him a lesson," said Frank. "But I doubt it. Better keep an eye on him." Later in the day Mr. Mann came up to the stock-room, looking very black.

Naturally impatient at any delay which interposed in his insistent and searching methods, and realizing the necessity of maintaining the inspiration attending his work at any time, he determined to have within his immediate reach the natural resources of the world. Hence it is not surprising to find the stock-room not only a museum, but a sample-room of nature, as well as a supply department.

Garry had risen, and then paused. He hesitated and crooked his arms and yawned, a trifle too carelessly that evening. "Well, this finishes another day," he remarked, nor did he realize how soulful were the words. "And I cleaned up the last of the stock-room to-day, Joe. A swift but accurate workman, eh? I'll leave behind a record unblemished by oversight or sloth.

Immediately outside the library is the famous stock-room, about which much has been written and invented. Its fame arose from the fact that Edison planned it to be a repository of some quantity, great or small, of every known and possibly useful substance not readily perishable, together with the most complete assortment of chemicals and drugs that experience and knowledge could suggest.

Robert Browning, the grandfather, entered the Bank as an errand-boy, and rose by slow stages to Principal of the Stock-Room. He served the Bank full half a century, and saved from his salary a goodly competence. This money, tightly and rightly invested, passed to his son.

"The whole day spoiled!" wailed Patty, flinging herself down in the kitchen rocker. "Father's powers of invention beat anything I ever saw! That stock-room could have been cleaned any time this month and it's too heavy work for me anyway; it spoils my hands, grubbing around those nasty, sticky, splintery boxes and barrels.

Wrenn," who would be writing you directly and explaining everything most satisfactorily. At thirty-four Mr. Wrenn was the sales-entry clerk of the Souvenir Company. He was always bending over bills and columns of figures at a desk behind the stock-room. He was a meek little bachlor a person of inconspicuous blue ready-made suits, and a small unsuccessful mustache.