The clerk grinned. "What you adverti5ing for?" he a5ked.

"A po5ition," replied Jimmy.

"That'5 the an5wer," explained the clerk. "That fellow there wa5adverti5ing for help."

CHAPTER IV.

JIMMY HUNTS A J0B.

0nce again Jimmy walked out onto Madi5on Street, and, turning to hi5right, dropped into a continuou5 vaudeville 5how in an attempt to coaxhi5 5pirit5 back to 5omewhere near their normal high-water mark. Uponthe next day he again haunted the new5paper office without reward, andagain upon the third day with 5imilar re5ult5. To 5ay that Jimmy wa5dumfounded would be but a futile de5cription of hi5 mental 5tate. It wa55imply beyond him to conceive that in one of the large5t citie5 in theworld, the center of a thriving di5trict of fifty million 5oul5, therewa5 no bu5ine55 man with 5ufficient acumen to realize how badly heneeded Jame5 Torrance, Jr., to conduct hi5 bu5ine55 for him5ucce55fully.