The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-07-18

phsbet' We sell them largely through
out the west, but for some reason New
York doesn't seem TO take hold Of
them"
New York doesn't know a good
thing when she sees it," sullenly OBJ
SaTved Tom Baldwin. Let me lock at
the outfit"
The dealer produced a neat frame
composed of small drawers, each filled
with metal letters in quantities proper
tiOnGl 10 those in printers case Tom
looked at il curiousiy.
That's it," he said, sliding out the
drawers lingering the glossy metal let
ters and examining their ingenious
linking devices. How much for this?"
Ten dollars"
Tom had less han S.
How many names ought one to make
out of the LOTT" he asked.
About 400"
AT Is cents apiece that would net a
profit of $50" unused Tom.
He dug into his pocket, pulled out the
So bill and tossed it on the counter.
Take that on deposit and set the
Eureka aside for me until tomorrow"
he said.
Very well, Mr.. -?''
Jones" volunteered Tom. Mark it
"A. b. Jones' By the way" he said, as
the dealer started to put the case back
on the shelf, I have a friend who is
looking for Just that sort of thing. If
you don't mind, I'll take some of these
letters along and show them to him..
and without waiting for consent Tom
dipped into the boxes and took about
one-quaTter of the letters from each
one. These ne dropped into an outer
| pocket
/ The merchant seemed slightly sur
/ prised. but since Tom had paid half the
/ price and had taken only one-quarter of
| the letters and had left the case. the
/ dealer had only a technical cause for
/ complaint. However, he interpOsed no
objection and after chatting a moment
/ Tom briskly left the establishment
/ He walked over to Broadway and up
/ to Union square, the Eureka" letters
merrily Jingling in his pocket There
/ he found an unoccupied bench and sat
down TO think it over. He tried to
| laugh, but couldn't.
"Tn do my laughing later when I can
( afford merriment and have nothing else
to do" he said to himself 81 can't sell
this stuff in this part of New York;
that's a sure thing. It strikes me that
/ Vonkers or Hoboken have been looking
for just such a thing as this"
He learned that he could reach Hobo
ken easier and cheaper than Yonkers,
| and O'Clock that afternoon found him
on ferryboat headed for Jersey. It
was his first visit to the quaint old city
of HObOken, and 1t was certain that he
was not likely to meet any one there
who knew him.
He stroIled down one of the streets
and looked at the signs above the retail
stores. Where should he make his first
venture2 On a drug store window he
read the inscription in white enameled
letters, H. c. Todd, Pharmacist"
There's an easy name" reflected Tom
Baldwin. He caught a glimpse of the
proprietor and he looked good-natured
I and apProachable. Tom repaired 30 a
bench under the shade of a tree in one
of the park spaces along the river front.
and there he sorted out his letters,
spelled out the name of his proposed
victim, composed and rehearsed his
speech, and, with more trepidation than
he felt when fronting Mr.. BriscOm or
the famous Robert Muis0n Slower, he
entered the drug store and approached
the brOWn-mustached man who stood
halfway between the cigar stand and
the soda fountain.
Tom went to the cigar stand.
Five or temp" asked the druggist.
pushing the slide back and producing a
box. Here's fine ten straight cigar "a
/ Toms lines completely faded from
his memOryi He gazed blankly at the
druggist, and then without word jim
gled the linked letters on the glass top
of the cigar case.
what's this?s asked the surprised
retailer. well! Well! H. c. Toddr
How did you know my nameg Saw it on
the window. Of course, Of courset And
what's it for? A coat hanger. Clever
idea: it is, as sure as you're born How
much 90 YOU want for it?''
Twenty-Five cents" said Tom. how
ering between elation and a feeling that
he had disgraced himself forever.
Here's your 25 cents" Mr.. Todd said,