The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-01
THE LADY DRUMMER.
Told Her Business In Two Minutes
and Dismissed Her Interrogator.

Denver Post)
It's no dream, I tell you; she's a
drummer regular out-and-out COM
mercial traveler-and she carried
twenty trunks said a young man
with a vtvacious manner and an i'm
mense nose to another young man of
equally lively disposition, differing
from his companion in that his hair
was curly and he was not quite so
well fixed in nasal way.
They We're standing in the lobby of
the st. James hotel and infinitely
scrutinizing a well-developed woman
who stood writing at the clerks desk,
unconscious of everything except the
letter she was writing. AS she wrote,
three jeweled rings on the third finger
of her right hand sent shafts of light
and color into the eyes of the behold
srs.
'Oh, don't believe it, said the curly
haired one. She hasn't got the swag-
ger or the gall and she''=
We'll, now, What'll you bet?" inter-
rupted tke other.
As they cautiously approached the
lady they observed that she wore a
close-ftting gown of dark green cloth
which displayed her shapely figure adj
vantageously, that her face was a
strong one, her nose rather prominent.
and determined.
IN go you a dollar on it,
She goes" and the two shook hands.
But how are you going to prove
it?' inquired the bettor
Prove it yourself-ask her." returned
the bettee; I'll go with you.
All right, but you want to back me
up Closely
Excuse me, ma-am-" began the
I.
he stopped.
''Hows that?' The lady had turned
upon him a look that ratified him. Her
eyes were big and quite black and her
gaze had that fiXity which means bust
ness. Her tone was not sharp, nor
surly, nor petulant, but It made her
questioner understand that he would
have to put up a good excuse for the
or take the consequences.
''Why-er-ah, somebody said you
were "a drummer he stammered.
We'll, what of it?"
The young man was startled. There
had seemed to be a good deal of it,
but now it did not seem to important.
The thing now was to get out of the
scrape.
Il hope you don't mind" said he.
but we had bet up, this fellow and
l. He said you were a travelling man
lady, / mean-and r.
You lost your money" said the
lady, smiling now for the first time.
May we ask your name?" asked he
of the De Bergerac nose.
ooh, yes, you may ask, and I'll
answer and tell you all about myself
in just two minutes. l am Mrs. John
West. l sell ladies' furnishing goods
for New York house and l travel all
over the country. My husband does
the same. I am now working toward
New York, where / will meet my hus-
band"
And do you carry twenty trunks ?"
asked the young man with the uncon-
trollable locks, growing bolder.
"Ha, hal No; who told you that? |
only carry seyen," answered Mrs. |
West
"And do you have any trouble about |
extra baggage"
NO; L find that kindness is appre-
ciated even by a. bagga ge- master. and |
when one begins to wrestle with my |
trunks and swear at the blankety- I
blank drummer that goes around the /
country with piano boxes, | step up
and say, 1 fear you find them awfully |
Trying to your patience, and then he
says:
Beg pardon. ma am. are they
vours?' and he feels so bad about it