The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-10-04

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Af;cr twenty years Of incossant Ia.
hor, mcrchlnt Of Now York, who
sh'll be nameless, found himself Just
where, hc began twenty years ago,
without dollar hc aid not, owe,
Seated ut his desk one norning, pour.
ing over bills and other unsntisfucto-
~ documents he asked himself for
the .huDdredth time, how it happcned
that his Dcighbors were flourishipg,
while he stagnatod, and found hard
matter to hold his own. tI.l. @..}
He said to himself, sI work twice
as hard as they do ; J. am as honest and
prompt in all my dealings, and still
do not make headway. There's my
family growing up, aid my eldest boy,
now in the firm, and ho must have,
what l fear, unless l make better
sales this season, shall find it very
hard to give him fair portion of the
profits. What must be done.
AS he asked himself this question,
respectable. looking young man,
with IA book under his arm, entered
his Office, stood before him, and i'm
mcdiutely addressed him with po-
tc "good morujng," which sDllta-
ton the merchant as courteously re-
turned.
"I have called on littlo matter of
business, SIR"
Eyes, sir," said the merchant,
pleasantly.
llo hoped he was about to receive
an order for some goods.
sit you arc advertising now /
should like to receive your order
The frown returned to the mcr.
chants face, and he turned from hi,
visitor with:
g! am not advertising, sir, and do
not intend to-"
"You could not choose better
medium than the firm represent"
"Timcs arc bad, young man"
The more roa'on that ou should en-.
deavor to stimulate trade"
81 don't believe it, sir"
"That is strange"
'"Ncvcr advertised in my lifc."
"Strango still thought the young
man, as he quietly took his leave"
AS he passed the cutter door hc said,
half aloud:
"Iou won't last long, old gentle-
man, it you don't advertiser
a gentleman wish cnro worn look
on his face, who stood in the doorway
as he passed, happened to ovorhcar
the remark. Walking in the office,
he asked:
"Who was you visitor, father ~
,"Onc OF those troublesome adver-
tising agents, All nonsense throwing
ones money iu that way. We've
mono to spare"
"Any orders this morning?"
"No,' said the old gentleman, with
sigh, "and yet that last lot of goods
arc splendid. Isuppose they'll bo on
our hands next"
The son answered not word, but
went to his desk and examined his
private band account.
Presently lie said "lt isn'e much,
but l'll do i; !" then taking up his
hat hc left the oihcc.
About week afterwards the old
merchant sat rs usual, at his desk
more than ever discouraged and aux.
ious.
elf could only get rid Of that lot
of 2goodf," he, said 60, himself, 81
should be saved rs il il, we are ruin.
cd. I have writ,on to ali my custom.
crs, hut they arc all supplied. |
ought to have realized Gf,cen thous-
and dollars, easily. It's terrible,
terrible %
The Office boy entered, just then,
with letters from the postotlicc. lIe
opened them, ono after another, and
groancd over their contents. There
WAS one more left. He opened it aud
read
GENTLEMEN: Please send US
sample of Sonr cloth. If approved,
We will take tho lot at your figure.
Respectfully,
G. o. \. HEAD, e. Co.
.'Btess U.s." said tro old gentleman
i've lever douc business with those
people. Bat ,h.y arc rs good rs
gold. How did they know that IA
the looas they want I Well, thank
hcavcn, wc are saved from rulnr'
When his son came, he found his
respected progchitor trying u pas
scuic,
"All right, my son; we're saved.
ller,c, read that letter. IIellow I've
overlooked tho postc.ipt. WHAT'S
that !
we sue Now advertisement in Nr
Da'Iy Babbhr." Why, why it's
mistake" and his countenanco fell.
"lt's no mistake fathcr," said his
son, joyfully.
SHUT ! never, advertised in my
life.", ..r
"I did though"
"You!" ,'.
E"Ycs; have arent three hundred