The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1908-08-28

pose there's another like 1t in the
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@1t,s a good place, just the same,''
! said Rose. Eah
Whenever Iwant to be sure of get
ting linen that Isl linen wool that is
WOOL or coffee that is coffee, l always
come here. There are lots of more
snowy places, but you can depend on
Gray's.n 4
The black walnut Office was certain
ly guiltless of modern improvements.
A big cupboard held piles of whole
sale catalogues, trade journals, extra
stationery, samples of dry-goods and
staple groceries, There were shabby
books and pasteboard boxes on top Of
the big iron safe. A large unframed
portrait of tattered but still feroc
ious tiger hung above the desk.
Ready" said Adelaide, ito eat me
If / make mistakes in these dingy old
books. But just wait till my hands
in. There'll be some housekeeping
round here, Mr. Tiger, and away you'll
go, first thing"
But the books, kept according to
Mr.. Gray's old fashioned ideas, oc-
cupied so much of Adelaide's time
that for five weeks the tiger remain
ed unmolested.
During February, when trade was
always dull, it was Mr.. Gray's habit
to go East to select his spring stock.
Then Adelaide was left alone with
the tiger in the case-like Office. The
day after Mr. Gray's departure came
the winters most severe snap. For
five days the thermometer registered
from ten to twenty below zero.
Horses and pedestrians hurried
along in clouds Of white steam. The
closely packed snow creaked noisily
underfoot. Windows were thick with
frost Telephone wires hummed and
whistled with the intense cold. The
shopping district was deserted.
In Gray & Company's the idle
clerks huddled about the two huge
base-burning stoves that had warmed
the building in the first Thomas
Gray's time. Adelaide, however, was
sufficiently warm. She stood on hes
stool, reaching for the tacks that up
held the tiger.
what in the world are you doing r
asked Julie La Tour, who served all
French-speaking customers.
Cleaning house." replied Adelaide.
dropping the time-worn tiger ginger
ly to the floor Don't you think we
need it? Bring me roll of paper.
Mr.. Anderson; I'm going to straighten
this cupboard"
My exclaimed the Swedish clerk
admiringly, "but you're the smart one!
I've been here nine years, and ! guess
nobody but Mr.. Gray has touched
those shelves in all that time"
Bring me big box, somebody"
said Adelaide, poking dusty cata-
logues off the cupboard with Mr..
Gray's umbrella 81 don't quite dare
to burn this trash, but there's no use
having it here
"Mr. Gray" warned Julie, sis fussy
about having things changed. I've
told him It would be handler to have
shelves are; but no. he says it's al
ways been just so and that settles
IT,
But this" said Adelaide, ais my
corner, and I'm going to have 1t just
as fine as can. I've sent for a cata-
logue of ONCE furniture, and I'm going
to persuade Mr.. Gray to fix this place
up
you don't know him." demurred
Johnson, the old shoe clerk. 'This
store is just about all the home and
family he owns; and he doesn't take
kindly to changes. When he can't
get the same old brand of sheeting,
the same make Of lamp chimneys, or
the same old cut of overshoes, he's
terribly put out. I'd go easy with that
desk, Miss Adelaide"
The office certainly looked heater
when Adelaide finally tucked her dust
cloth into the roaring stove. 1t look
ed different, also A calendar had re-
placed the tattered tiger. An arti-
| fetal palm waved Its too green leaves
above the safe. A damaged curtain,
taken from the stock, hung before
the cupboard. The desk. turned. cor
nerwise, was bare except for few
new pencils, Adelaide's fountain pen.
a new scarlet nholder-thoughtful-
ly provided by Adelaide for Mr.. Gray's
personal use-and new bottle of ink.
Even the pigeonholes wore Sunday
air of unprecedented neatness. The
enterprising young woman eyed it all
with complacency.
| But Mr.. Gray did not. He reach
ed town after closing time, three
nights later, let himself in with his
own private key, and went straight
to the old-fashioned Office to write a
letter. No one knows exactly what
happened during the first five min
utes; but he spent the next thirty
Ave In a frantic search for his own
battered penholder, twenty-five more