Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-05-10

go hack 10 der ONCE"
Don't forget" warned the girl.
Perhaps In all his business career
the head OF the firm of Meyer 4 Levy
never enjoyed an EFFORT OF his pen
quite rs much Us he did the letter
written by request. He fairly chuck
led when, In glowing colors. he de-
scrIbed the girl who played the piano
as IAN incompatible artistic" and
when he depicted In heart-breaking
terms his grief at not being able. to
pay her more than 80 per-" he
wept real tears.
owing to the pressure OF business,
week passed before Mr.. Meyer called
TO see the effect OF his masterstroke.
He entered the department buoyant
and self-confdent; but to his sur
prise and annoyance he did not see
the Incompatible artistic" at the
piano. He FASTENED TO make inquiry
of young woman he saw at the rack
asserting music.
Say" he called to her, where iss
der girl What makes der moosic?"
Il amt here to answer questions
answered the young woman. loftily.
Address yourself to enc of the sales
ladies'" Then she walked haughtiiy
to the piano, and sat down and be-
gan to thump It mechanically.
Mr.. Meyer stared speeches. with
rage.
SAY, who ISIS dot crape-faced vom-
an What acts as ef she owns der
store?" he gasped, when Miss Nc
Cabe appeared moment later.
"Ny cousin" The head-of-stocK
took q sheet of Mr.. Meyers latest
music from q position OF prominence
and relegated 1t to an obscure cor
ner.
This cruel act, added to the start
ling intelligence, so upset Mr.. Meyer
that his habitual diplomacy forsook
him.
"yhere iss dat girl What makes dat
moosic?" he blurted.
GONE" answered Miss McCabe.
"Gone!". Mr.. Meyers voice was
small. "Vhy goes she?'
because she was only getting nVe
dollars a week here. and Rosehthai
company Is paying her $40 to play
their music up at the Mammoth store.
| hear they are giving concert To-
day. SO suppose She is putting on iots
of lugs-thinks she has swell ]oD.
Mr.. Meyer could not put his feelings
into words. Miss McCabe had no trou-
BILE in that respect, she said, vindic-
lively:
THAT girl was foxy! She had ner
ewes and ears open all the time. she
was dying to get with Rosenthal COM
many. | understand she applied for q
position a long time ago; but they
didn't pay any attention to her I'LL she
sent them letter she got from big
manager. Offering her an engagement
in a concert tour. She was the fresh-
est ever!"
Mr.. Meyer ran all the way down
three flights of stairs; he rushed dis
tracted through the store and dashed
down Sixth avenue to the Mammoth
store.
He found the recital over, and the
audience that had listened with rapt
attention now stood in groups around
the sheet music counter taking lively
interest I'm ..Bedelia" and Navajo"
What a sight met his bewildered 9aze!
The girl-Mr. Meyers eyes bulged-
the girl that played the piano was no
longer attired in that ill-fitting alpaca.
A clinging black crepe-de-chine showed
the graceful outlines of a dainty little
figure On top of her head her hair
was piled high. the great dusky mass
was caught up with O white chrysah-
themum, an enormous pompadour top
pled toward her left eyebrow. while q
cloud of small curls cast shadow over
her demure piquant face. MIR. Meyer
gazed at the apparitiOn. oh, the mock
cry of 1t! He did not wish the girl 10
see him; he was boiling with wrath
longing for revenge. AS he stood there
trying to devise some means OF giving
expression to his outraged feelings, Mr..
Meyer became conscious that some one
was watching him, and looking around
he saw Rosenthal, Of Rosenthal COM
pany, regarding him with an amused
smile.
Say. Meyer" said Mr.. Rosenthal.
81 seen you watcher her-vhat you
thinks Of der gal What plays der moo
sic?," :J
"She gifts me bain!" said Mr.. Mey-
err, with more truth than he intended.
"Yes?" asked Mr.. Rosenthal, play
fully.
"You hat heardt," said Mr.. Meyer,
with increasing urbanity, that they
gif her der bounce downdt der street!"
I'm sure you make mistake, Mey-
err. dot girl came to US NIT q fine rec
Ommend."
I'm SURPRISED. Rosenthal, that you
are 30 easy taken In. Dondt you know
some friend wrodt i'd Tor herr"
YAH" assented Rosenthal, shaking
with suppressed mirth; some mana
ger what would gif her $50 week in
concert toor!"
II wouldn't gif her thirdly cendts%
cried Mr.. Meyer vehemently. i
Rosenthal exploded. 80
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