The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1890-01-23


unshaded windows. Some girls stood at
table folding pamphlets others sat at
another directing envelopes. Behind a
barricade of walnut desk and iron railing
sat a portly gentleman, bland, and wear
ing good deal of white hair, from which
a pair of round, black eyes, and very
round nose, blackened at the nostrils
with snuff peered out and gave him the
appearance of one Of those poodles which
bellies of years ago were fond of carrying
about with them.
Another lady, with downcast eyes, was
gliding from the room; and another
woman, with rather coarse manner,
tossed her head in indignation as she
pushed past the first.
"Poor things! they have applied for
the place and have not got it," said
Phoebe; but she could not feel sorry.
The portly gentleman arose behind his
railings as she locked toward him and
bowed
"Walk in, ne said.
Phoebe also bowed politely.
"lour advertisement"-she faltered
ayes, yes" said the gentleman, II
understand. We have had throngs of
ladies here. HIM! Sit down"
IL do not know what your position is,
sir, said Phubc. feeling very brave
almost like the son her father had always
wished for, she thought; 'but | can do
my best | have an education. am n
church member. | read good deal. |
think | can talk little on a subject
understand Aud amongst so many
books she glanced at the shelves
~ certainly should find the employment
cougenial; only / must go out of town
every night"
"That would be very easy" said the
gentleman. "Iou could arrange your
hours to suit yourself. You are exactly
the person we want. see in your face
that cXprc,sio look for in vain in so
many faccs-intclligcncc" The gentle.
man gave little leap on his chair and
spread his hands abroad. "Vivacity !"
He repeated thc action. "Aud with a
fine personal appearance. You are the
very woman We need. | speak in Il
purely business way. We must think of
tH'N' AiliuE~s bu SUIT us.
Could it be? Could it bcl Phu6e
trcmbled with joy. Fifty dollars week
her dreams rcalizcd-her father happy :.
Meanwhile the gentleman arose from his
seat.
This said he, taking a thick vol.
umc from a shelf, "is the volume"
Phpbc looked at it with happy
smile, and waited for more.
"llavc you ever taken subscriptions" :"
asked the gentleman.
"No, said Phnbe; "but I"
"Ah, yes, yon will be very successful,
| am sure said the gentleman. 1--WE
give you II list of streets, numbers, names
Of residents You call with the book.
ask TO see Mrs. So and So or Mr.. So and
So; send up your name; your card is
preferable, You rise when the person
enters, say How do you do, Mrs. So
and So! feel that you would be in
terested in this work, and called to show
it to you You then talk IN such man.
ncr that the person subscribes for the
book. On receiving the mouey, we
give you the percentage. You seel"
"Yes, said poor Phoebe, who, under
the rcvulsion of feeling, was on the verge
of a fainting tit. "Yes. 1t is like the
man with 'Doscm's Family Medicine,
and the other books, who come to our
house sometimes. But you give fifty
dollars week."
Fifty, dear madam!" cried the man,
laughing, and rubbing his hands gayly.
''At ten cents on each book, you can
easily get a hundred subscribers day
six hundred week; sixty dollars for
the six days work With your mesmeric
powcr--l see it in your eyes--you will
make more
Poor PhUbc began to feel better 1t
would be terrible work; not ut all what
she supposed; but--anything, anything
for father and the homestead!
This is II specimen copy" said the
gentleman. "You buy this little book
for your names. 1t has pencil at
tached, twenty-five cents. And YOU
leave one dollar deposit for the book"
is that necessary" asked Phebe.
"Wcll, we exact it of all, said the
amiablc Mr.. Cozzen. "Wnat would
you have! We can't make cxceptions
we should offend Others"
Phwbc paid the dollar and quarter,
took the book, and walked away, glanc-
ing at the outline of her ''beat," which
was tar up town.
The book was a collection of receipts,
advice % youth, selections from Bryant's
poems, and fun from old Jest books.
Poor Phoebe she hoped against hope,
as the street cars took her uptown, and
still cherished much more OF that com
fortiag emotion than could have been
expected, when her feet touched the red
hot hagstones of Fifty-seventh street,
and the tall residences stared down at her
with half their doors closed with those
wooden barriers, they say to all who
look, Family gone TO Europe" But
yet there were steps that might b.
climbed, and Miss Mumlord climbed
them patiently.
She saw sweet, old lady, VINO
Dcamed on her and said
We've such large library now we
can't really add TO it, There's not room
in the house for another book.
She saw . sarcastic lady VINO said:
Greatly Obliged for the attention. II
is "A wonderful bOOk-wonderfuI hut