, 1891-03-13
MATCHING NILE GREEN.
Why a Salesman at the SILK Counter
Never Smiled Acaln.

why ~ nv SAAA NeAhAt
Never Smiled Again.
Not long ago a young wuman set out
in quest of a certain difficult shade OF
Nile green satin. She carried a sample.
An anxious look set itself in two stub
born little wrinkles between her mild
blue eyes and marred TO some extent
the sweet repose Of her countenance.
She wandered up Broadway. In and
out Of all the big stores on both sides
Of the great thoroughfare she treaded
her tedious way. She stood staunchly
at all the silk and caused
stacks and stacks of pieces of green
satin TO be brought down, unfolded and
piled mp into a very mountain Of silk
But still the right shade didn't appear.
At last the polite salesman bethought
him of a sample, and he asked her If
she had one to match. She produced
the fragment of well worn satin, and
the salesman knew at a glance that it
was an old, almost obsolete shade, and
probably couldn't be matched in New
York. He told her so. Well, couldn't
he get it for her, she asked with a
pretty little pout, as it was very i'm
portant a Broadway house was too
busy to call a halt for the purpose Of
matching impossible samples.
But the woman was p~ersevering She
tried Fourteenth street next, and ex-
hausted every silk stock and the pa
tience of many statesmen on that thor
oughfare without finding what she
wanted None Of the floor walkers in
these establishments was green
enough TO promise to get the satin for
her. There remained, however, Sixth
avenu TO come, and she went up town
and down town, through every store,
until she got up to Twenty-third street.
Then, with fire in her eye, she sailed
around the corner, and at last landed
in n big bazar not a thousand miles
from the Fifth Avenue hotel
The p~urveyor of silks was most oblig
ing. He brought down piece after
piece Of light green, dark green, olive
green and every other sort Of green eI-
cept the shade she wanted, which stub
bornly remained invisible. At last, in
a moment of weakness, he took pity on
the young damsel. He felt sorry for
her. Besides, she hadn't eaten a morsel
Of lunch and looked as If she were
about to cry. Anyway, she WAS well
dressed and not bad looking, and he
thought she might develop into a good
customer If he took a little trouble to
oblige her. So with his best smile. the
one he kept for Just such occasions, he
took the sample and promised hat If
she would call two days later he would
have the eNnct shade she wanted.
Well, that man actually made it his
business to END down town and nave a
search made through half a dozen
wholesale houses for that obsolete shade
of Nile green satin, which materialized
at last in an old millinery stock on lower
Broadway.
The young woman was on hand
promptly. The match was n perfect
one. What Is the priceT' she demand
cd in a business like way. "Forty-nine
cents a yard, replied the young man,
with the air of one who expected to be
rewarded with a seraphie smile and a
whole torrent Of thanks. well, then,
1 guess you may give me an eighth and
a sixteenth Of a yard, and I'd like it on
the bias, please"
That salesman has never smiled again.
He is not a philosopher. He should
have found some compensation in the
fact that she paid spot cash. She might
have ordered II sent home c. o. D.,
after the manner Of some girls New
York News.