anaheim-gazette 1931-02-26

Ninth Installment Maggie Johnson whose father is a letter carrier, her mother a lazy woman who has "seen better days," and her sister a bootleger's sweetheart who works in a beauty parlor is stock girl in the "Mack" stores, the Five-and-Ten of San Francisco. A boy whom she knows only as "Joe Grant," but who is really Joseph Grant MacKinzie Merrill, son of the owner of the "Mack." Is learning the business by starting at the bottom. He doesn't like the job until he meets Maggie. And neither of them realizes that they are falling in love with each other, at first. Joe is impressed, however, by Maggie's intelligence and good heartedness, and gives her advice on the subject nearest her heart, how to live the ideal life. She makes a suggestion for a better way of selling certain lines. He tells his father, as if it were his own idea, greatly pleasing the old man. He finds that the girls he used to know don't interest him as much as Maggie does, and when Maggie discloses her love in a burst of jealousy, he realizes that he loves her, too. Joe is afraid that if Maggie finds out who he really is she will not have anything more to do with him. So he pretends that it is some other fellow's car when he takes her home in his big yellow roadster. An on the way they talk, at last, about marriage. Now Go On With The Story "And there's a budget for two people begins on eight hundred a year! That's where I am, Dad," he explained. "You—!" he presently said, in a low, sharp tone. "Sure," Joe said easily, grinning. "My boy. How did that happen?" "Oh, well—you remember the blow-up in December, when you sent for me to come home from college about some bills? Well, the next day, I happened to be passing the Mack, and I went in; there was a sign there that said Extra Christmas Help Wanted." "The Mack?" "That's what they all call the Stores." "You told them who you were?" No, sir. I called myself Joe Grant. "And nobody recognized you?" There was no reason why anybody should. I took care that I shouldn't look much different from the rest." "You're sure they don't place you, Joe?" "Place me! My God, you ought to hear what they call me and what they tell me." "You've gotten the goods on me, eh?" "You stand pretty high with them, Dad. That stock-buying idea has made a hit all down the line." "You in the Stores," he murmured. "Pretty hard work, isn't it?" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "And there's a budget for two people begins on eight hundred a year! "Why, Joe, you must be halfway in love with this Maggie." Joe, I'm going to work it all out. We're going to put money in the bank from the very first minute. The man who has an income of one thousand and saves ten dollars is ten dollars richer than the man on an income of twenty thousand who saves nothing a year. "Where'd you get that?" "That was on a card in the window of the bank next door to the Mack. I see a lot of those things," added Maggie dreamily. "But I never really thought about them until I met you. You see, my mother and Liz aren't much on ideas, and my father—I guess," she added delicately, with some hesitation, "is sorter influenced by Ma. But you—you seemed to be mine, Joe, from the start!" Her pride, her joy as she said it, brought the tears to his eyes. He did not speak. For the moment he was Joe Grant, he had never been anything else; Joe Merrill, with his car and his income and his magnificent home, was the dream. This was the reality. He interrupted her, kissing her gravely. And then, without speaking himself, although Maggie continued to chatter joyously, he drove her home. Joe went to his own home, and dressed for dinner like a man in a dream. A week ago, or yesterday, he might have gotten out. But now it was different. He had kissed her, had his arms about her, spoken of her as his wife. Maggie, Maggie Johnson. Living in that wreck of a cottage on Goat Hill, pacifying and caring for that appalling mother, that commonplace, selfish sister, and that poor little worm of a latter-carrying father. "My God! What have I done?" said Joe Grant, half aloud. "Not so hard." "And the sort of men—the girls there—aren't they a rather-plain crowd?" "They're all right." "This," George Merrill suddenly exclaimed, "accounts for the automat idea, of course! I wondered—and Flint wondered, how you happened to be taking such an interest in the Stores." "As a matter of fact, it wasn't my idea at all!" "I thought you—that night Flint was here——" "It was a girl who suggested that," Joe said. "One of the girls in the Mack. A kid—really. She's only seventeen. She'll be eighteen to-morrow." "How d'you happen to know that?" She told me. I took her home to me and she happened to mention it. A silence. Then George Merrill said slowly: "I see." What's been making the change in you, Joe. It was a girl was it? "I'm not in love with her, if that's what you mean. She's only a kid." "She likes you, eh?" the older man asked. "Well, she's only a kid." "How far've you gone, Joe?" "Oh, nothing!" he said vexedly. "I've talked to her—she's a kid who's determined to make the best of herself." "She's awfully pretty." Your mother—and I myself, too, George Merrill said, after a moment, "have always rather hoped that you and Millicent Russell would give us a wedding, one of these days. She's a one little girl—seems to be different from the rest." "The trouble is," Joe began slowly. "That's she's in love with you," his father finished mildly. Joe gave an abashed, youthful laugh. "She thinks you are merely another clerk among all the clerks, does she?" A week ago, or yesterday, he might have gotten out. But now it was different. He had kissed her, had his arms about her, spoken of her as his wife. Maggie. Maggie Johnson. Living in that wreck of a cottage on Goat Hill, pacifying and caring for that appalling mother, that commonplace, selfish sister, and that poor little worm of a letter-carrying father. "My God! What have I done?" said Joe Grant, half aloud. "What thinking of, Son?" his father asked, looking up. They were in the library, he and his father alone together. And to his father's surprised question, Joe could only make the son's usual answer. "Nothing." Then there was another short silence. "Nothing doing to-night, Dad?" "I may go over to Maxwell's later—they're sitting in a little game," his father answered, with an awkward little effort to appear interested and cordial that touched Joe. "Brewer, one of our buyers, was to go to Japan for us on the Allegria next Saturday," he explained. "And now I understand that he wife's father has died and left them a pot of money—something like that—and they're going to New York," he said. "Losing him, huh?" "I guess so. They come and go, of course." "Well, with three hundred and forty employees, that's natural enough," Joe drawled. "You've got 'em counted, eh?" "Well, the six stores—and the administration office—what have you got down there? Seventeen or eighteen clerks?" "You wouldn't ever be interested in coming down to one of the Stores with me, Joe," his father began. "It might interest you very much." "No thanks," Joe said to him lightly. "I couldn't start in the Stores—now." His father nodded. The sudden interest and hope that had lightened his face faded. He instantly resumed his usual inscrutable, remote expression again. Joe laughed gruffly, cleared his throat. "Your mother—and I myself, too." George Merrill said, after a moment, "have always rather hoped that you and Millicent Russell would give us a wedding, one of these days. She's a nine little girl—seems to be different from the rest." "The trouble is," Joe began slowly. "That's she's in love with you," his father finished mildly. Joe gave an abashed, youthful laugh. "She thinks you are merely another clerk among all the clerks, does she?" "She never dreams anything else!" "Engaged, Joe?" "Well, no. And yet, yes, in a way we are. You know how girls are. Dad." "She's a pretty common little thing, eh?" "Well——". No, he couldn't say Maggie was common. Joe grouped for words. "Not exactly that, Dad. But—but you see she thinks I'm like all the others—just one of the boys down there, the sort of men she would naturally marry." Perhaps the shrewd eyes watching aim saw more than he dreamed. But if he saw this, George Merrill made no sign. "If she knew who I was—who I am," Joe floundered on, "it might break her all up. She's no gold-digger—she wouldn't know how to marry a rich man—it'd scare her." "I want to get out of this without hurting Maggie!" "You're quite sure that you don't want to marry this girl, Joe? Oh, I don't mean immediately—I don't mean now. But she could be sent to a fine school for a year or two, travel, maybe. Of course, Millicent Russell is a straight little girl." "Listen, Dad, I don't want to say anything against Millicent, but besides Maggie—Millicent is a drunken little moron—" "Steady, my boy! Steady!" George Merrill interrupted. "Why, Joe, you must be halfway in love with this Maggie." "Well, I'm not," Joo responded shortly. "But she's a fine little girl, and she—she seems to be reaching out for everything that is fine, just as these other girls reach out for everything that's rotten! She doesn't know what terminated to make the best of herself." "She's awfully pretty." "Your mother—and I myself, too." George Merrill said, after a moment, "have always rather hoped that you and Millicent Russell would give us a wedding, one of these days. She's a nine little girl—seems to be different from the rest." "The trouble is," Joe began slowly. "That's she's in love with you," his father finished mildly. Joe gave an abashed, youthful laugh. "She thinks you are merely another clerk among all the clerks, does she?" "She never dreams anything else!" "Engaged, Joe?" "Well, no. And yet, yes, in a way we are. You know how girls are. Dad." "She's a pretty common little thing, eh?" "Well——". No, he couldn't say Maggie was common. Joe grouped for words. "Not exactly that, Dad. But—but you see she thinks I'm like all the others—just one of the boys down there, the sort of men she would naturally marry." Perhaps the shrewd eyes watching aim saw more than he dreamed. But if he saw this, George Merrill made no sign. "If she knew who I was—who I am," Joe floundered on, "it might break her all up. She's no gold-digger—she wouldn't know how to marry a rich man—it'd scare her." "I want to get out of this without hurting Maggie!" "You're quite sure that you don't want to marry this girl, Joe? Oh, I don't mean immediately—I don't mean now. But she could be sent to a fine school for a year or two, travel, maybe. Of course, Millicent Russell is a straight little girl." "Listen, Dad, I don't want to say anything against Millicent, but besides Maggie—Millicent is a drunken little moron—" "Steady, my boy! Steady!" George Merrill interrupted. "Why, Joe, you must be halfway in love with this Maggie." "Well, I'm not," Joo responded shortly. "But she's a fine little girl, and she—she seems to be reaching out for everything that is fine, just as these other girls reach out for everything that's rotten! She doesn't know what terminated to make the best of herself." "She's awfully pretty." ANAHEIM GAZETTE Rushing cityward in his car a few minutes later, he soon reached the Johnsons' dislipated cottage. Maggie came to the door herself—everyone else was out. "Pop volunteered for special delivery to-day—it's Valentine Day," Maggie said. "Liz was off with her beau, and Ma had to go to a funeral at one. So I had a real good chance to make the kitchen ideal." "You certainly did that one little thing," Joe said admiringly. "And what did you get for your birthday, Maggie?" "Nobody remembered it but Pop," Maggie said lifelessly. "But you got my flowers. You aren't mad at me, are you, Maggie?" he asked suddenly. "On no, Joe. Why would I be? wouldn't have any right to be mad at you," Maggie said, adding the last phrase as if to herself. "You seem sort of stiff," Joe said. "Here's what it is, Joe," Maggie said. "I just happened—what I got your note—to see your side of it, Joe, I know you like me—but I know you don't love me. I hope we'll always be friends. But—" she stopped short, "but—this part of it isn't easy for me, Joe," she finished. "What made you change this way—from last night, when we sat in the car and talked?" he temporized gruffly. "I think kinder realizing that you were—saying more than you meant, Joe!" she answered simply. She was delicious, small, confidential, brave in her first battle with hurt and humiliation. Joe felt shamed and bewildered. "Did you know they were thinking of trying out your automat idea for the buttons and pins and tacks and so on, Maggie?" Joe asked. "I don't believe it!" she said scofflingly. It's true. What would you do, Maggie, with—say, twenty thousand dollars? With—with what?" With twenty thousand dollars for all your rights in that idea? Joe. I'd sell my rights in that idea for twenty-five cents, if you ask me! "Yes, but you couldn't do that. They seem to feel it's a new idea and a darned good idea, and my father—" he floundered, grew red, and saved himself by a hair—"my father thought it was a pretty good idea, too. I was talking to him about it," he said. She had noticed nothing amiss. Her eyes were dreamy, happy. 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