The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-01-21

pusSeh, you TemSmDsr, told you
would look out for you if 1 heard of
anything better. OF course, I under
stand that you must not drive a wagon
all your days. Mr.. Wheeler, of the
manufacturing firm of Wheeler, Spoke
N Co., is looking for a managing clerk.
L spoke about you, and he asked me to
send you over. You may have this af-
ternoon if YOU wish"
Walter did not know how to thank
the kind old man enough, but he ac-
cepted his leave of absence and saw
Mr.. Wheeler and was engaged to come
to work the next day at really good
salary.
"Our work has increased rapidly
this season" the senior member of the
firm said. eve have sold more
wheels in a month than we sold all last
season"
eyes, it has become quite n craze, .
Walter remarked.
Walter returned to the store and
told the proprietor of his good for.
tune, thanked him again and then took
car for home to tell Lou all about it,
1t was the first time in his life that
Walter Russell had come home with.
out finding Lou at the door waiting
| for him.
''Where can she be?" he thought
Perhaps she has gone to order some.
thing for dinner" so he lay down IN
the hammock and waited.
He was nearly asleep when he heard
the little iron gate clang, and, open
ing his eyes, he saw the lady bicyclist
in the stunning costume coming up
the path, Titan hair, jaunty jacket,
| tan shoes and ALL
''What in the world is she coming
in here for?" he thought perhaps
she is tired and wants to rest" Right
up the veranda steps she came, wheel
and all. He rose up from the ham
mock, and when she saw him she gave
little scream and sunk down all of n
heap on the top step and hid her face
in her hands.
Great heavens! There could be no
mistake. 1t was Louise
Louise, what does this mean?"
"Oh, Walter, l didn't mean you
should ever see me. You will forgive
me, won't you? Won't you, Wal
ter?"
He was as much Mt sea as ever.
Forgive you what, dear?"
'My being an advertisement.
He picked her up and set her down
in veranda chair, wiped her warm,
fearful face with his ndkerchief, and
removed the Titan wig.
'Now, dear, tell me about it."
She saw that he was not angry, and
her old happy look of content came
back to her face.
"Wait n minute, Walter"
She ran into her room and returned
with large envelope, containing n
small book and several papers.
81 sold my wheel, and in day or
two after the dealer wrote me saying
he liked the way l rode and that the
firm wanted lady to ride one of its
wheels as an advertisement. He would
furnish n nice costume, and l need
only ride little while each day. You
know they have the costumes to sell.
L thought it over and concluded /
would do it. l went down and he gave
me n choice Of the costumes. / chose
the prettiest one / could find, but
didn't want any one to know me, so I
wore the wig. Then 1 rode on the
avenue every afternoon, and, Walter,
at least fifty women have costumes
made Just like mine now, and they
were all bought of the firm They
told me to-day l had been the best
possible kind of help to their plac-
ing their wheels"
She showed him the letter as she
talked.
"Why, Lou, ] secured n position
with this very firm to-day, and 1 am
going to wol k there to. morrow"
COB, Walter, then / shall not be an
advertisement for them any more. Do
you know, | nearly tumbled off my
wheel the day ] met you on the ave-
nue?"
Then she held out to him little
book. "See, dear, here is enough for
the payment tomorrow. That is the
only thing in the world that could
have induced your wife to become an
advertisement"
It was a bank book with Walter
Russells name on the cover, and with
it we're receipts from the butcher. the
baker and the iceman. Chicago News.