The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-10-08
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q dogs age, but they must have them.
You would think. to hear the women
talk, that they were buying the ma
chine so as to tuck and ruff1e and hem
and furbelow. SO you must give them
ell the tricks of the machine. And you,
must also sew the baby's old shoe, and
run a cigar-box cover through under
the tread, and take q few stitches in
tin can, not necessarily because tin
cans are to be, fashionable articles
Of apparel next season.. but because
1t is guarantee Of good faith. And
It also gives the. agent an opportunity
to talk. Never stop talking. Keep
your vocal treadle going"
Well, after a few days Of .nstruc-
ton. Carter-that was his name-took
me out for a canvassing trip. He
picked one side of the street in the
village where we landedSand I took
the other side. THAT was 80 9un
watch bid ia ss koghasiid it, He
directed ke@ Keep my eve on bin.
He told me heha been 9 selling @ving-
machines ever since he was big enough
to lug one Of the old-fashioned hand
crank ones into q country sitting
room. ss5,:
Therefore, like a dutiful pupil, I
stood on the other side of the street
and watched him. Cater yanked
briskly on the, door-bell knob. and
it grated out yawkingly. I always was
imaginative. The sound Of that bell
attachment made me wager in my
mind that san ugly woman lived in
that house. But Carter seemed valiant
enough. He braced back his shoul-
ders, tugged at the lapels Of his coat,
pulled out an advertsing-card, cleared
his throat and waited. The woman of
the house ratified Mt the key inside,
and then opened the door. She had
one of those square heads with little
wispy fringes Of hair bobbing on her
forehead.
"Good-afternoon, madam" said Car
ter, speaking clearly so that I might
hear him. "This is lovely weather for
this time of year. Here Is my card.
I have had a letter from my people
In New York asking me to call and
see you. I would like to explain our
sewing-machine-"
The woman slammed the door In his
face, and both of us heard the bolt of
the lock 60 "click." She didn't say
q word. Carter looked at the door a
moment, and then turned around and
looked at me. I laughed. could feel
the red go up over my face at the
same time, because was embarrassed
for his sake But Carter only grim
need. He grinned over at me as though
>he were enjoying it. I wondered how
be could have the heart to be chip
per. " sEESs go
Business woman, isn't shes" he re-
marked, cheerfully. "Guess, I'll be
obliged to sell her a machine now,
anyway" .
He walked right around to the back
door, and I sided down the sidewalk
so as to keep my eye on him. There
was no bell at the back door, so he
raped good and hard. The woman
yanked the door open, and said some
thing short. Then she tried to shut the
door, but Garter stuck bis toe in. He
was smiling very sweetly. He had one
of the most innocent and winning
smiles you ever saw.
"My dear madam" he said. you
must have, misunderstood me q mo-
ment ago. but I'm sure a woman Of
your staAding % the community would.
not be rude to a gentleman. Tassure
you 1 dKEnot ask YOU for piece of,
cold purHpkin-pie. 1t may have sound
ed as though I said that, but believe
me, thatswas not the idea at ALL"
The woman started to say something,
but Carter didn't give her the oppor-
tunity. s .-.~< ,z-
81 pray you don't don't apologize,
madam. he cried. ''Its all right.
Ladies do frequently think I am ask
ing for cold pie. Perfectly natural mis-
take, assure you. You will note
that when I smile have real coaxing
mouth for pie"
Carter gave the woman one of his
sweetestsefforts in the smile line.
But Elnustn't bother you by talking
about PIE" he continued. You un-
derstand I'm really here on business.
You kndw stheresar different kinds Of
business. I would prefer to be rum
ming New York department store,