Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-02-10


respectable-looking young man, with a
book under his arm, entered his office,
stood before him and Immediately ad-
dressed him with a polite "good morn
ing," which sautation the merchant as
courteously returned.
81 have called on little matter of
business, SIR"
Yes, sir" said the merchant pleas
antly.
He hoped he was about to receive an
order for some goods.
" If you are advertising now, l should
like to receive your order"
The old frown returned to the mer-
chants face, and he turned from his Wis
itor with:
" am not advertising and do not in
tend to-"
You could not choose better medium
than the firm | represent"
Times are bad, young man."
The more reason that you should en-
deavor to stimulate trade"
don't believe in it, sir"
That is strange"
Never advertised in my lie."
Stranger STILL" thought the young
man, as he quickly took his leave.
AS he passed the outer door he said,
half aloud
You won't last long, old gentleman,
if you don't advertise"
A gentleman with care-worn look on
his face, who stood in the doorway as
he passed, happened to overhear the last
remark. He walked into the Office and
asked
"Who was your visitor father ?"
Zone of those troublesome fellows, So
Letting advertisements for paper. |
don't believe in throwing away ones
money in that way. We have none to
spare"
Any orders this morning ?"
"No," said the old gentleman, with a
sigh "and yet that last lot of goods are
splendid. l suppose they'll be on our
hands next"
The son answered not a word, but went
to his desk and examined his private bank
account.
Presently he said at isn't much
but I'll do it )" and taking up his hat he
left the office.
About a week afterwards the old mer-
chant sat as usual at his desk, more than
ever-discouraged and anxious.
eff could only get rid of that lot OF
goods" he said to himself, :" 1 should be
saved as it is we are ruined. / have
written to all my customers but they are
supplied. / ought to have realized fifteen
thousand dollars easily. It's terrible,
terrible |"
The Office boy entered just then with
letters from the post office. He opened
them, one after another, and groaned over
their contents. There was one more left
He opened it and read
Gentlemen Please send us a sample
of your cloth. If approved, we will take
the lot at your figure. Respectfully,
&. 0. A. HEAD 81 Co.
Bless me-" said the old gentleman,
"Ive never done business with those
people. They are as good as gold. How
did they know I'd the goods they wanted
Well, thank heaven, we are saved from
ruin"
When his son came in, he found his re-
spected progenitor trying a pas seuL.
I" All right, my son we're saved. Here
read that letter. Hello I've overlooked
the postscript. What's that ? We san
yOur advertisement IN tie Daity Bu6-
6te." Why, why-it's mistake" and
his countenance fell.
:" It's no mistake, father" said the son
joyfully.
But rever advertised in my life."
Il did, though"
You !"
Yes | have spent three hundred
dollars in advertising, and here's the
result. A pretty good investment, eh ?"
The samples were all right, the goods
sent and the money paid. The junior
member of the firm has serious thoughts
Of getting a straight jacket for the old
gentleman, for he's almost gone mad on
advertising, and he possibly would stop
him, onl UT rAYs.--Ro0etps NeUs-
pdper Reporter.