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H. R.(Annotated)

H. R.(Annotated)

ISBN: 9781502860545
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication Date: 2014-10-16
Number of pages: 130
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The trouble was not in being a bank clerk, but in being a clerk in a bank that wanted him to be nothing but a bank clerk. That kind always enriches first the bank and later on a bit of soil.
Hendrik Rutgers had no desire to enrich either bank or soil.
He was blue-eyed, brown-haired, clear-skinned, rosy-cheeked, tall, well-built, and square-chinned. He always was in fine physical trim, which made people envy him so that they begrudged him advancement, but it also made them like him because they were so flattered when he reduced himself to their level by not bragging of his muscles. He had a quick-gaited mind and much fluency of speech. Also the peculiar sense of humor of a born leader that enabled him to laugh at what any witty devil said about others, even while it prevented him from seeing jokes aimed at his sacred self. He not only was congenitally stubborn--from his Dutch ancestors--but he had his Gascon grandmother's ability to believe whatever he wished to believe, and his Scandinavian great-grandfather's power to fill himself with Berserker rage in a twinkling. This made him begin all arguments by clenching his fists. Having in his veins so many kinds of un-American blood, he was one of the few real Americans in his own country, and he always said so.
It was this blood that now began to boil for no reason, though the reason was really the spring.
He had acquired the American habit of reading the newspapers instead of thinking, and his mind therefore always worked in head-lines. This time it worked like this: MORE MONEY AND MORE FUN!
Being an American, he instantly looked about for the best rung of the ladder of success.
He had always liked the cashier. A man climbs at first by his friends. Later by his enemies. That is why friends are superfluous later.
Hendrik, so self-confident that he did not even have to frown, approached the kindly superior.
"Mr. Coster," he said, pleasantly, "I've been on the job over two years. I've done my work satisfactorily. I need more money." You could see from his manner that it was much nicer to state facts than to argue.
The cashier was looking out of the big plate-glass window at the wonderful blue sky--New York! April! He swung on his swivel-chair and, facing Hendrik Rutgers, stared at a white birch by a trout stream three hundred miles north of the bank.
"Huh?" he grunted, absently. Then the words he had not heard indented the proper spot on his brain and he became a kindly bank cashier once more.
"My boy," he said, sympathetically, "I know how it is. Everybody gets the fit about this time of year. What kind of a fly would you use for-- I mean, you go back to your cage and confine your attention to the K-L ledger."
A two hours walk in the Westchester hills would have made these two men brothers. Instead, Hendrik allowed himself to fill up with that anger which is apt to become indignation, and thus lead to freedom. Anger is wrath over injury; indignation is wrath over injustice: hence the freedom.
"I am worth more to the bank than I'm getting. If the bank wants me to stay--"
"Hendrik, I'll do you a favor. Go out and take a walk. Come back in ten minutes--cured!
"Thanks, Mr. Coster. But suppose I still want a raise when I come back?
"Then I'll accept your resignation."

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