In a thing like this, the personal element
is everything."
So Tomlinson went down to Mexico and he travelled by sea
to Mexico City, and then with a mule train to Tuscapulco.
But the mails, with his credentials, went by land and
got there two days ahead of him.
When Tomlinson got to Tuscapulco he went into the bank
and he spoke to the junior manager and told him what he
came for. "I'm awfully sorry," the junior manager said,
"I'm afraid that this post has just been filled." Then
he went into an inner room to talk with the manager. "The
tellership that you wanted a Canadian for," he asked,
"didn't you say that you have a man already?"
"Yes," said the manager, "a brilliant young fellow from
Toronto; his name is Tomlinson, I have his credentials
here--a first-class man. I've wired him to come right
along, at our expense, and we'll keep the job open for
him ten days."
"There's a young man outside," said the junior, "who
wants to apply for the job."
"Outside?" exclaimed the manager. "How did he get here?"
"Came in on the mule train this morning: says he can do
the work and wants the job."
"What's he like?" asked the manager.
The junior shook his head.
"Pretty dusty looking customer," he said.
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