through wonderfully. You haven't anything permanent you could fit me into, have you?"
"Eh?" ejaculated the agent, with a critical stare at Ralph. "Why, no. Looking for a regular job, Fairbanks?"
"I've got to," answered Ralph.
"Railroading?"
"Any branch of it."
"For steady?"
"Yes, I think it's my line."
"I think so, too," nodded the agent decisively, "You haven't made loaf and play of what little you've done for me. There's no show here, though. I get only forty-five dollars a month, and have to help with the freight at that, but if you are headed for the presidency"
Ralph smiled.
"Start in the right way, and that is at the bottom of the ladder. You don't want office work?"
"That would take me to general headquarters at Springfield," demurred Ralph, "and I don't want to leave mother alone—just yet."
"I see. There's nothing at the shops down at Acton, where you could go and come home every day, except a trade, and you're not the boy to stop at master mechanic."
"Oh, come now! Mr. More"
