The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-15
By,W. B. MAXWELL, Auth.r of .sThe Gaaraed risme, ~ The Ragged Messenger,"
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 But you couldn't get what you've described for much less" couldn't IT That's all you know" give ' nInureas hmnS, Jack you did mean to
 No my dear Jessie. I'll be hanged "Fiftyg' q+4 No. Not half fifty" y Then, sdueezing the lemon -masher and leaning forward across the bar, | Jessie urgently begged for financial support She and a friend desired to | start a sh ID. | What shop"
 | The Tres es,maiting. Jack I'm sick of | this work. It don't suit me and I don't suit It. Certain sure thsre1l bean un- pleasantness with Emily She has a down on me and sooner or later will get me bundled out. Do do be a dear | and help me ... If you haven't got it,. you know 1t Is but to ask Sir John,
 "on my honor" said Jack, T could no more bite my Guv'nor's ears for a | hundred and fifty than could ny" "Sell one of your livery horses. The
 one with the long tail would fetch all | that"
 'oh, no. he wouldn't, Besides, the
 horses belong to the Guv'nor. not to | me-" i s.. sj:fg i'1 Jessie turned fer back. leaned her
 elbow against the bevefled mirror. | fetched out her handkerchief, and wept | or pretended to weep.
 My dear Jessie. don't--don't- Oh, | please don't.' s~.
 T can't help it,". sobbed Miss Bar | ter. Tiff you aren't good for even ! fifty pound at a pinch-I think you've treated me very cruel" Jessies friend. with whom the shop | t<zt h. -N~ ~~A~ sv.. rkn Rafa f.- | Miss Walsh. At first Jessie thought I nothing of the idea. but gradually Miss l Walsh had unframed her with an enthu- I siasm akin to her own.
 You bring in a hundred and fifty capital, and 1t shall be share and share alike. You can't say m greedy--but | Iwant you, Jessie, and no one else. We l were always pals-and you say you I hate your job at the hotel. :. | We'll. it's to take or leave. but it's a | little gold mine I'm offering you" How on earth could I get hun dred and fifty pounds?'F That's your affair, not mine," said 1 Miss Walsh. But I know I'd get 1t squick enough if I had your advant- ages"
 sirwhat do you meau?" said Jessie. with an indignant flush. MOh, nothing wrong," said Miss l Walsh. Heaven forbid. -- But mean you could get 1t out Of the gentlemen ! that comes to the bar--Just in friend l ly way. What's the use of such op- portunities if you don't use 'em. All the money of the town. SO to speak, Is walking in and out before you all day long,"
 They'd laugh in my face"
 Mot they. You could say you'd pay it back. Gentlemen will always give helping hand to a girl who can make herself agreeable--and yet respects herself" s...,.s
 Miss Walsh was a hard-featured, black-haired young woman. aged SS. in the mantle department at Selkirlx's. For long time she had been making ready for the campaign, pre. airing lists of Selkirk's customers and correspond ents. obtaining all sorts of secret intel ligence as tu credits, trade discounts, etc. She was on an excellent footing with many representatives of the wholesale houses. enjoyed the con1- dence and esteem of two of Selkirk's buyers--had walked out with one in- portant member of the staff for eigh- teen months and pumped him dry of inc formation. She was ready now.
 T don't want no more delay. I want to open before the summers over;" and with growing excitement she talked to her friend. 'fI want you. Jessie. to be in it. I need you along with me- if only for your appearance. I'm get ting passy-I need young partner.
 Fail! Why should we fail? Given the proper situation, we shall never look behind us;" and she described all her views, poured out her trade phil- osophy.
 "It's tone wed bank on. Jessie-the chic style. Old Selkiks's of course have the regular paaxims--small prof its and big returus--qutck turn over- and all the rest of 1t Our policy will be just the reverse. Few customers for we. can't hope for n many-but let them. be, the pick of the basket, and 'en1. t. ..