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"The whole thing is utterly absurd," Mitchell's employer protested. "You haven't a chance! But Wait!" He pressed a button on his desk. "We'll talk with Mathison." Louis Mitchell took the night train for Pittsburgh. He was back in three days, and that afternoon Mr. Comer, in the privacy of his own office, dictated a letter of which no carbon copy was preserved.
Later, when they were in a cab bound for her smelly little boarding-house, he showed them to her. In return she gave him a telegram from his firm a telegram addressed as follows: Mr. General Sales Manager, Comer & Mathison, New York City. The message read: That goes. Mitchell opened the trap above his head and called up to the driver: "Hey, Cabbie! We've changed our minds.
"In the first place no big foreign job ever came to America " "I know all that. It's time we got one." "In the second place Comer & Mathison are jobbers." "I'll get a special price from Carnegie." "In the third place it would cost a barrel of money to send a man to England." Mitchell swallowed hard. "I'll pay my own way." Mr. Comer regarded the speaker with genuine astonishment.
He rose, at the head of the table, and told them who he was. He utterly destroyed their illusions regarding him and his position with Comer & Mathison, he bared his heart to those stoop-shouldered, shabby young men from Threadneedle Street and came right down to the nine hundred and twenty dollars and the girl.
It was in quoting prices on these "pick-ups" that Mitchell helloed for eight hours a day. Of course no large orders ever came over his wire, but this small business carried an unusual profit for supply houses like Comer & Mathison, and in consequence it was highly prized.
Her satisfaction was suddenly checked, however, by the sight of the Kanaka girls joining the procession and making as though to follow. "No, they mustn't come!" she cried out jealously. "Please, Mr. Mathison, tell them they mustn't come! This is to be for men only!" "Turn them back!" thundered Bob. "Don't yer 'ear the little lady's horders? Scamper, ye jades!"
He reasoned further that if he could convince that person that the voice from Conner & Mathison likewise issued from a human throat, then it might be possible to get away, in a measure at least, from the mechanical part of the business and establish altogether new relations.
Mathison, in his letters, thus describes a picture in a church at Constance, called the Conception of the Holy Virgin.
He had plenty of time to think the situation over, however, for it is a long jump from Butte to Chicago; when he arrived at the latter place he was certain of only one thing, he would not stand a cut in salary. Either Comer & Mathison would have to fire him outright or keep him on at his present wage; he would not compromise as the other salesmen had done and were doing.
Baptiste, after the first onset, danced backwards with surprising lightness, glaring at his adversary the while, and rapidly revolving his fists as before mentioned; then a terrific yell was heard; his head, arms, and legs became a sort of whirling conglomerate; the spot on which he danced was suddenly vacant, and at the same moment Mathison received a bite, a scratch, a dab on the nose, and a kick on the stomach all at once.
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