The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1902-07-18

goods emporium; "all these goods are
guaranteed. We haven't got any snide
stuff in the store"
But little Miss Peterson was getting
discouraged. She managed to run her
sales up to $8.95 the second day, but
when Saturday night came the manager
paid her off without q word or a smile,
and she was painfully aware that he
wasn't satisfied.
go after the men," advised Mrs Gill
lam one day, when she saw Dorothy
hang back while another girl captured
a spruce-looking male purchaser; 1.-THE
you can help them out bit they'll
never forget it. Don't be so bashful,
Dorothy. The men aren't half as cranky
as the women. They won't eat you,
that's sure"
But 1t was along in May nearly two
months after her arrival in Red Cliff
that MISC Peterson began to suspect
that, after all, she had some latent
ability for business. She was busy with
a fidgety old woman, who consumed
precious minutes inspecting the cheap
est handkerchiefs, when a young man
can III and stood by the counter.
Something today?' smiled Mrs. Gil
lam. bustling up to him.
'.I'll wait for this young lady, he
Seiu pUlllely, lOUfOlily.
Here was little victory, indeed! To
be preferred to Mrs. Gillian, whom
everybody knew as the most agreeable
and the best informed employee in the
store! Little Dorothy blushed Grim
son and her heart futtered with scared
delight, but she didn't look up. 1t
seemed hours till the old woman finally
| selected her dozen hemstitched cam
brics, but when Dorothy turned the
stranger was waiting. She remem-
bered quite well that he had bought
something before-yes a parasol. It
had been a quick sale, and, though she
couldn't think Of any good reason why
he should insist on her services, she
felt glad somehow.
'I'd like to look at silk waists" he
said, drumming nervously on the coun-
ter.
81 don't think we have any mems
waists at least not in silk" She was
afraid to look at him.
"Oh, I want a lady's waist, please .
he laughed softly, but without any hint
Of impatience, "it's for my-mother."
What size, please" "A moments ST.
lence When he did not answer she
looked suddenly into his handsome face
and repeated, size, please?"
| "I-er--that Is. Tn not certain. but
Ter think about your size"
Poor Dorothy was 50 flustered by
l I
hear the rest. She ran round to where
Mrs. Gillian was slipping new boards
4 into some dress goods and said: Meas
4 ure me, measure me, Mrs. Gillian!
There's man round there wants a
/ silk waist FOR his mother, and he says
she's my size. The motherly Mrs.
/ Gillian couldn't help laughing at the
ingenious excitement OF Dorothy, but
! she measured her quickly and whis-
pered, .nThirty-four honey. Don't look
so flabbergasted." 4.
He bought the waist all right, waited
1 respectfully for his parcel and walked
/ out without further embarrassing the
i girl. When he appeared again next
4 morning Dorothy's heart failed her
4 She had already exchanged two 5of her
i sales of the day before, and she sus-
i petted that the waist didn't At after
all. The young man saluted her with
4 quiet courtesy and bought a belt, q
beautiful silken thing with ssilver orna-
4 ments, and a love OF a pendant purse
And thereafter for nearly two weeks
hardly a day passed that he did not
Il come to buy something for HIS mother
i Dorothy found herself harried with all
i sorts OF guesses about him. He was
lcertatnly very handsome He mus be
4 well off. What q good son he must be
nother. And good sons, I. she thought
Il always make good -. She was
blushing furiously when In he walked
with his musical good-nlorning and
4 It'd like to buy some silk gloves for,
our mo Their q. said Dorothy, won
j dering at her own audacity.
j ~ ess please. miss. + think your size
Twin fit her exactly
She thought IT % Il tile odd that he
d couldn't ask his own mother what size
sof gloves she wore, but she got Out
Il her array Of shlrny hand covers and he
Il letter lay for Dorot hi. She sold hei
biggest pia nearly SIS wort b and tfe
81 Other girls and women began to- envy
4. her this sal liant, prodigai young sci,s.
toner. To make matters more interest.
Il Ing, Tor the tirat time he now ordered