Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1903-01-08
TRUE PoLITENEss Is CHEAP.
Illustration of Old Maxim, Though
Revenge is Not Always So Swift

They were discussing the various
types of people whom they encounter
ed In their travels, and the consensus
Of opinion expressed by six drummers
was that white" treatment-that Is,
politeness-was never lost when exert
ed on a travelling man.
The stout man, who represented fur
house, had the floor.
"This talk said he reminds me of
a little incident that occurred last sea-
son, Hopkins was taken suddenly i'll,
and the firm sent word to me to cover
a part of his route until he got In shape
again. Naturally, | was strange to the
country and to the people; but got
along fairly well until reached Seat
tie There found letter of introduce
tion from the firm. There were lot Of
furs there which the firm had been in
formed could be had for a bargain II
seems two rival firms had gotten hold
OF the skins, and was to use my judg-
ment as to which firm | should trade
with.
ut was novel experience for me- I
had been accustomed to selling furs,
not buying them, and naturally felt
my Importance. II was q matter of
about $25,000 too, and | mentally pic
tured the attack of heart disease |
would give the members Of one or the
other firm when | placed my order. |
rehearsed my entrance into the store,
pictured the olf-hand way In which |
would examine the furs and critlcise
them. ! even had the scene down to
such fine point that had the words
all chosen to utter between puffs of a
cigar-nothing like a cigar, you know,
to show nonchalance!
well, | started out early next day. I
had the cards Of the rival firms in my
pocket, and a looked them over idly
wondered which / would go to first.
One was Brown & Jones and the other
was Smith g. Waters
Brown & Jones was the nearer to
my hotel, so | walked over there, In
hating my chest as entered the place.
II WITS a dark, cavernous sort of store,
and | almost CROPPED my way TO the
rear, between piles Of furs. There, seat
ed In an easy chair, with his feet cock
cd upon desk sat young man. He
wore an inciplent mustache and a look
Of insufferabe arrogance.
Well, what do you wantT he ask
ed.
lie placed an exasperatlng accent
upon the you. felt my chest decrease
In circumference, and at the same time
my Innate anger arose. Here came to
do this house great business service
and uJt
However, smothered my anger,
produced the firms card and asked.
meekly as could, is this Brown G
JsAs'?"
Yes he snared, rather than re-
piled. I'm Mr.. Jones. What do you
want?
For the second time the query was
insultingly put. longed to tell him
what | wanted, but controlled my feel
ings
81 don't think want anything from
you, said simply, and walked out OF
the store.
at Smith & Waters I received bet
ter treatment. I placed the order with
them and went back to my hotel with
an invitation to dine with one of the
firm that night
Before my trip ended learned that
Brown & Jones had failed for a con-
siderable sum. Perhaps my order
would have tided them over the crisis.
At any rate, am vlndlctlve enough to
be glad OF their failure. That little
word you was the greatest insult I
ever received York Mail and Ex-
press.