Evening star., 1897-05-08
A YOUNG WOMAN OF POLISH

She was a typical sweet young thing: one
of those ideal creatures with natural golden
hair q complexion, also natural, akin to
alabaster and a plump figure that was not
greatly marred by the addition of cling
iLg silk waist and a>dark cloth skirt She
smiled sweetly as she timidly approached
the clerk Of the Police Court few days
ago. and thereby disclosed double row of
real pearly teeth. In fact, she was ideally
perfect. SO far as looks go. and seemed
strangely out of place amid such somber
surroundings as are incidental to the old
temple Of justice. The sensibilities Of the
clerk, his deputies and Star reporter. who
were all wondering as to the nature of her
visit. therefore. were greatly shocked when
she said in Is to l silver voice:
Il am selling shoe polish. Do you mind
If l canvass the building?"
OF course, the clerk did not mind, and he
said so as politely as he could. The answer
would have been the same If permission had
been asked to blow up the court house with
Gyr amite
THANK you so much." next murmured
the sweet young thing in tones that tinkled
like April rain drops In cuckoo cups OF gold.
Her plans were evidently carefully laid out.
for she proceeded straightway to the office
of Prosecuting Attorney Pugh. and, without
a word of explanation, dropped on her
knees before that susceptible official Be-
fore he could recover his presence of mind
the visitor had taken a bottle of polish
from a small valise and was energetically
applying 1t to one of the shoes worn by Mr..
Pugh.
Isn't it grand?" she said as a patent
leather gloss appeared, land only 25 cents
a bottle. Won't you buy one. please?'
Mr.. Pugh said he would not only buy one,
but another also. Furthermore he would
exert himself to influence everybody within
range to make purchase. and everybody
did, parting with his money after the mini
mum urging. In something less than ten
minutes twenty-three bottles of polish had
been disposed of. and only one bottle re-
manned in the valSe.
I'VE must sell that last bottle" declared
Mr.. Pugh 'Send for Mr. Mullowney.
Mr.. Mullowney is the popular assistant
United States attorney, and he considers
himself quite an entertaining conversation
alist. He soon put in an appearance and
carefully examined the label on the bottle.
II haven't a quarter to spare he finally
said, and was answered with cajoling
chorus from the score or more who had
purchased. He was urged and threatened,
but without avail For thirty-eight min
| utes Mr.. Mullowney dilly-dallied. so to
speak, until finally the sweet young thing
said petulantly:
Il never had such hard works to get a
quarter before in my life
Don't be mad, then remarked the Unit
ed states attorney soothingly. was
merely talking to keep you here as long as
possible. Here's the money
The visitor started to leave. when she was
stopped. Wont you shake hands?" plead
ed Mr.. Mullowney. You know'-and he
compared his fiaxen curls with her golden
tresses-''we blondes should be friends
"All blondes are light-headed." was the
immediate reply Of the sweet young thing:
some more so than others. l don't care to
| mention names. but I'm looking straight at
you, Mr.. Mulowney.''
She whisked from the building. The as
sistant United States attorney said not a
| word. In silence he handed the bottle to
bailiff and returned to his office. He now
threatens to prosecute to the full extent of
the law any person who mentions shoe
polish in his presence.