Show The T TF Fiction F c e r NO 0 JOB E WANTED IA ED By Richard H. H Wilkinson Corner I WAS SNOWING when Guy I started over the pass The filling station attendant at Jackson had warned him against it but Guy had only smiled crookedly It was Minute early May and md 3 Fiction s snow now n o w storms of any consequence didn't happen in May not even in the high country Besides the way he felt it wouldn't make much difference if anything did happen to him Not even if he perished in the dr drifts ts or froze to death Death would solve all his problems It would be a relief relief relief re re- re- re lief from worry and hopelessness and bleak despair Foolish though for a young man 26 years old But young men can sometimes become pretty wild and desperate in their thoughts Guy remembered Mr Moores Moore's cynical smile Sorry son we haven't a place for you Full Fun up But not good reporters Ive I've had ex experience per i en c e Mr l Moore l Im I'm a good writer I J always scrape up a new angle to interesting interesting interesting interest interest- a story that makes ing reading Besides Besides- There was desperation In Guys Guy's tone because Mr l Moore had begun shuffling papers on his desk When I wrote inquiring about a job you said you'd be glad to talk to me mc He had driven all the way up from Denver Denver 1000 1000 miles miles because because Mr Moore had said hed he'd talk to him It had taken talen nearly his last dollar to buy enough gas to to make the trip Now he had nothing left but the year old car Just about enough to get him ba back ck home from which hed he'd started out six months ago bound and determined to land landa a job on a newspaper Toward noon Guy understood why the filling station man had warned him The snow formed an impenetrable wall The wind was tc i He De half carried half drag dragged ed edthe the woman up to the shack and left her there near the stove rising and it was colder Now he was stuck Hours passed Twice Guy thought he heard someone call The third time he roused up Through the slanting curtain of at snow he saw a figure floundering toward him He got out The man was nearly exhausted exhausted exhausted ex ex- hausted his face frost bitten Guy got him inside the car and turned on the heater full fun speeding up the motor Presently the man looked at him wild eyed My wife She's sick Were We're stuck stuck up up the road Guy Goy thought quickly There was the thc shack Apparently the theman theman theman man had passed it in the storm It must be close by At any rate it was their only chance A AFTERWARD Guy wondered how hed he'd found the shack or what it was that kept him going when the desire to lie down and sleep and forget everything was so strong It was all like a dream dream- the way hed he'd stumbled against the shack itself found the door and fell inside He remembered that the wind and cold were shut out Then I he remembered the sick woman The place hed he'd found was a road camp There was a stove and wood and a few cans of food on the shelf He got a fire ire going and placed water on to boil Then he lunged out into the storm again fought his way down the road and found the strangers stranger's car He hall half carried half halt dragged the woman up to the shack and left her there near the stove while he went for the man The storm lasted two days It took another day for a rescue party to get through They took the three of them down to Jackson and to a hospital Guy was put into a room by himself and fed Then he went to sleep When he awoke Mr Moore I was was was' standing by his bed Feeling better better better bet bet- ter son Good How about a story on your experiences That man you saved was Senator md Th The lady wasn't his wife wile at all aU See what I mean You want a job and we want a astory astory astory story because is on the opposition ticket Heres Here's your chance boy Guy closed his eyes Well why not he thought After all a man has to live has to look took out for him him- self Why not Why not The thought kept pounding against his brain Then he opened his eyes Sorry he said Sorry that isn't the kind of job Im I'm after |