Torchy.
by Sewell Ford.
CHAPTER I
GETTING IN WITH THE GLORY BE
Sure, I was carryin" the banner. But say, I ain"t one of them kids that gets callouses on the hands doin" it. When I"m handed the fresh air on payday, I don"t choke to death over it. I goes out and rustles for another job. And I takes my pick, too. Why not? It"s just as easy.
This time I gets a bug that the new Octopus Buildin" might have been put up special for me. Anyway, it looked good from the outside, and I blows in through the plate gla.s.s merry go round. The arcade was all to the b.u.t.terscotch, everything handy, from an A. D. T. stand to Turkish baths in the bas.e.m.e.nt.
"Got any express elevators?" says I to the starter guy.
"Think of buying the buildin", sonny?" says he.
"There"d be room for you on the sidewalk if I did," says I. "But say, if you can tear your eyes off the candy counter queen long enough, tell me who"s got a sign out this mornin"."
"They"re going to elect a second vice-president of the Interurban to-day. Would that suit you?" says he, twistin" up his lip whisker and lookin" cute.
"Maybe," says I; "but I"d take a portfolio as head office boy if I knew where to b.u.t.t in."
"Then chase up to 2146," says he. "You"ll find "em waitin" for you with a net. Here"s your car. Up!" and before I knows it I has done the skyrocket act up to floor twenty-one.
Well say, you wouldn"t have thought so many kids read the want ads. and had the courage to tackle an early breakfast. The corridor was full of "em, all sizes, all kinds. It looked like recess time at a boys" orphan asylum, and with me against the field I stood to be a sure loser. I hadn"t no more"n climbed out before they starts to throw the josh my way.
"Hey, Reddy, get in line! The foot for yours, Peachblow!" they yells at me.
And then I comes back. "Ah, flag it!" says I. "Do I look like I belonged in your cla.s.s? Brush by, you three-dollar pikers, and give a salaried man a show!"
With that I makes a quick rush at 2146 and gets through the door before they has time to make a howl. The letterin" on the ground gla.s.s was what got me. It said as how this was the home office of the Glory Be Mining Company, and there was a string of high-toned names as long as your arm. But the minute I sizes up the inside exhibit I wasn"t so anxious. I was lookin" for about a thousand feet of floor s.p.a.ce; but all I could see was a couple of six by nines, includin" a clothes closet and a corner washbowl. There was a grand aggregation of two as an office force. One was a young lady key pounder, with enough hair piled on top of her head to stuff a mattress. The other was a long faced young feller with an ostrich neck and a voice that sounded like a squeaky door.
"Go outside!" says he, wavin" his hands and puttin" on a weary look.
"Mr. Pepper can"t see any of you until he has finished with the mail.
Now run along."
"I can"t," says I; "my feet won"t let me. Is that the Pepper box in there?"
The door was open a foot or two; so I steps up to take a peek at the main squeeze. And say, the minute I sees him I knew he"d do. He wa"n"t one of these dried up whiskered freaks, nor he wa"n"t any human hog, with no neck and three chins. He was the kind of a gent you see comin"
out of them swell cafes, and he looked like a winner, Mr. Belmont Pepper did. His breakfast seemed to be settin" as well as his coat collar, and you could tell with one eye that he wouldn"t come snoopin" around early in the day, nor hang around the shop after five. Pepper has his heels up on the rolltop, burnin" a real Havana. That"s the kind of a boss I likes. I lays out to connect, too.
"Say," says I to the long faced duck, "you hold your breath a minute and I"ll be back!"
Then I steps outside, yanks the "Boy Wanted" sign off the nail, and says to the crowd good and brisk, just as though I come direct from headquarters:
"It"s all over, kids, and unless you"re waitin" to have a group picture taken you"d better hit the elevator."
Wow! There was call for another sudden move just then. I was lookin" for that, though, and by the time the first two of "em struck the door I was on the other side with the key turned. Riot? Well say, you"d thought I"d pinched the only job in New York! They kicked on the door and yelled through the transom and got themselves all worked up.
The lady key pounder grabs hold of both sides of her table and almost swallows her tuttifrutti, the ostrich necked chap turns pea green, and Mr. Pepper swings his door open and sings out, real cheerful:
"Mr. Sweet.w.a.ter, can"t you get yourself mobbed without being so noisy about it? What"s up, anyway?"
But Sweet.w.a.ter wasn"t a lightnin" calculator. He stands there with his mouth open, gawpin" at me, and tryin" to figure out what"s broke loose; so I pushes to the front and helps him out.
"There"s a bunch of also rans out there, Mr. Pepper," says I, "that don"t know when to fade. They"re just grouchy because I"ve swiped the job."
I was lookin" for him to sit up at that; but he don"t. "What makes you think that you"ve got it!" says he.
""Cause I"m in and they"re out," says I. "Anyway, they"re a lot of dopes, and a man like you wants a live one around. That"s me. Where do I begin?" And I chucks the sign into a waste basket and hangs my cap on a hook.
Now, that ain"t any system you can follow reg"lar. I don"t often do it that way, "cause I ain"t any fonder of bein" thrown through a door than the next one. But this was a long shot and I was willin" to run the risk. That fat headed starter knew he was steerin" me up against a mob; so I was just achin" to squeeze the lemon in his eye by makin" good.
For awhile, though, I couldn"t tell whether I was up in a balloon or let in on the ground floor. Mr. Pepper was givin" me the search warrant look-over, and I see he"s one of these gents that you can"t jar easy. I hadn"t rushed him off his feet by my through the center play. There was still plenty of chance of my gettin" the low tackle.
"If I might ask," says he, smooth as a silk lid, "what is your name?"
"Ah, w"at"s the use?" says I, duckin" my head. "Look at that hair! You might"s well begin callin" me Torchy; you"d come to it."
He didn"t grin nor nothin"; but only I see his eyes wrinkle a little at the corners. "Very well, Torchy," says he. "I suppose you have your references?"
"Nah, I ain"t," says I. "But if you"re stuck on such things I can get "em. There"s a feller down on Ann-st. that"ll write beauts for a quarter a throw."
"So?" says he. "Then we"ll pa.s.s that point. Why did you leave your last place?"
"By request," says I. "The stiff gives me the fire. He said I was too fresh."
"He was mistaken, I suppose," says Mr. Pepper. "You"re not fresh, are you?"
"Well say, I ain"t no last year"s limed egg," says I. "If you"re lookin"
for somethin" that"s been in the brine all winter, you"d better put the hook in again."
He rubs his chin at that. "Do you like hard work?" says he.
"Think I"d be chasin" up an office boy snap, if I did?" says I.
He takes a minute or so to let that soak in, knockin" his cigar ashes off on the rug in that careless way a man that ain"t married does, and then he springs another.
"I presume that if you were left alone in the office occasionally," says he, "you could learn to run the business?"
"Nix, not!" says I. "When I plays myself for a confidential manager I wants to pull down more than four per. Givin" book agents the quick back up and runnin" errands is my strong points. For tips on the market and such as that I charges overtime."
Course, I"d figured it was all off by then, seein" as how I hadn"t rung the bell at any crack. That"s why I was so free with the hot air. Mr.
Pepper, he squints at me good and hard, and then pushes the call b.u.t.ton.
"Mr. Sweet.w.a.ter," says he, "this young man"s name is Torchy. I"ve persuaded him to a.s.sist us in running the affairs of the Glory Be Mining Company. Put him on the payroll at five a week, and then induce that ma.s.s meeting in the corridor to adjourn."
"Say," says I, "does that mean I"m picked?"