"He's a typewriter and stenographer, and he dug up some extra jobs to do at night.He's been working and saving two years to do this.We didn't come over on one of the big liners with the Four Hundred, you can bet.Took a cheap one, inside cabin, second class.""By George!" said Mount Dunstan."That was American."The American eagle slightly flapped his wings.The young man pushed his cap a trifle sideways this time, and flushed a little.
"Well, when an American wants anything he generally reaches out for it.""Wasn't it rather--rash, considering the fifteen per?" Mount Dunstan suggested.He was really beginning to enjoy himself.
"What's the use of ****** a dollar and sitting on it.I've not got fifteen per--steady--and here I am."Mount Dunstan knew his man, and looked at him with inquiring interest.He was quite sure he would go on.This was a thing he had seen before--an utter ******* from the insular grudging reserve, a sort of occult perception of the presence of friendly sympathy, and an ingenuous readiness to meet it half way.The youngster, having missed his fellow-traveler, and probably feeling the lack of companionship in his country rides, was in the mood for self-revelation.
"I'm selling for a big concern," he said, "and I've got a first-class article to carry.Up to date, you know, and all that.It's the top notch of typewriting machines, the Delkoff.
Ever seen it? Here's my card," taking a card from an inside pocket and handing it to him.It was inscribed:
J.BURRIDGE & SON, DELKOFF TYPEWRITER CO.
BROADWAY, NEW YORK.G.SELDEN.
"That's my name," he said, pointing to the inscription in the corner."I'm G.Selden, the junior assistant of Mr.Jones."At the sight of the insignia of his trade, his holiday air dropped from him, and he hastily drew from another pocket an illustrated catalogue.
"If you use a typewriter," he broke forth, "I can assure you it would be to your interest to look at this." And as Mount Dunstan took the proffered pamphlet, and with amiable gravity opened it, he rapidly poured forth his salesman's patter, scarcely pausing to take his breath: "It's the most up-to-date machine on the market.It has all the latest improved mechanical appliances.You will see from the cut in the catalogue that the platen roller is easily removed without a long mechanical operation.All you do is to slip two pins back and off comes the roller.There is also another point worth mentioning--the ribbon switch.By using this ribbon switch you can write in either red or blue ink while you are using only one ribbon.
By throwing the switch on this side, you can use thirteen yards on the upper edge of the ribbon, by reversing it, you use thirteen yards on the lower edge--thus getting practically twenty-six yards of good, serviceable ribbon out of one that is only thirteen yards long--****** a saving of fifty per cent.in your ribbon expenditure alone, which you will see is quite an item to any enterprising firm."He was obliged to pause here for a second or so, but as Mount Dunstan exhibited no signs of intending to use violence, and, on the contrary, continued to inspect the catalogue, he broke forth with renewed cheery volubility:
"Another advantage is the new basket shift.Also, the carriage on this machine is perfectly stationary and rigid.On all other machines it is fastened by a series of connecting bolts and links, which you will readily understand makes perfect alignment uncertain.Then our tabulator is a part and parcel of the instrument, costing you nothing more than the original price of the machine, which is one hundred dollars--without discount.""It seems a good thing," said Mount Dunstan."If I had much business to transact, I should buy one.""If you bought one you'd HAVE business," responded Selden.
"That's what's the matter.It's the up-to-date machines that set things humming.A slow, old-fashioned typewriter uses a firm's time, and time's money.""I don't find it so," said Mount Dunstan."I have more time than I can possibly use--and no money."G.Selden looked at him with friendly interest.His experience, which was varied, had taught him to recognize symptoms.This nice, rough-looking chap, who, despite his rather shabby clothes, looked like a gentleman, wore an expression Jones's junior assistant had seen many a time before.He had seen it frequently on the countenances of other junior assistants who had tramped the streets and met more or less savage rebuffs through a day's length, without disposing of a single Delkoff, and thereby adding five dollars to the ten per.It was the kind of thing which wiped the youth out of a man's face and gave him a hard, worn look about the eyes.He had looked like that himself many an unfeeling day before he had learned to "know the ropes and not mind a bit of hot air."His buoyant, slangy soul was a friendly thing.He was a gregarious creature, and liked his fellow man.He felt, indeed, more at ease with him when he needed "jollying along."Reticence was not even etiquette in a case as usual as this.
"Say," he broke out, "perhaps I oughtn't to have worried you.
Are you up against it? Down on your luck, I mean," in hasty translation.
Mount Dunstan grinned a little.
"That's a very good way of putting it," he answered."Inever heard `up against it' before.It's good.Yes, I'm up against it.
"Out of a job?" with genial sympathy.
