The Dillon herald. [volume] (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, 1910-04-21


people are on the street, will fix 1t
for you"
''I couldn't trouble you," he pro-
tested. but the look in his eyes said.
II wish you would"
1T wouldn't be any trouble" Ce-
leste insisted. II could sit on the
box and direct you. And am under
a lot OF obligations to you. You al
ways give me more meat on the soup
bone than just a dimes worth, and
yesterday I saw the prices on the
okra in other windows, and you
couldn't possibly have afforded to
give me all that you did for nickel"
He flushed At that. "Oh, wanted
to do it," he said, simply. II guess a
man has right to do as he pleases"
so has a woman" said Celeste,
with her crooked smile, and I'll be
here early in the morning."
The next day people coming along
the village street stopped to gaze into
c. Smiths window. There was moth
ing there but pumpkins and pineap-
pies. But the pumpkins were ter
raced in even rows, and between
each pumpkin was placed symmetri-
cally pineapple, and the gold of the
pumpkins and the russet and dull
green of the pineapples were matched
by the tints of the autumn leaves
which framed the window.
c. Smith sold all the pumpkins and
all the pineapples, and the next morn
ing people again stopped and stared
to behold a great block of ice, hol-
lowed to hold a quart or more of lus-
cious oysters.
A wreath of green hid the shallow
pan in which the ice was placed; be-
yond this was another wreath of eel
cry. while flanking the whole, boxes
Of crackers and bottles of catsup and
sauces suggested the appropriate ac-
compartment to such feast.
c. Smith had run that day on sea
foods, and the next week the house
keepers f!ocked to see a triangle of
green peppers outlined with a vivid
line of red peppers. while behind
them was an orderly row of young
cabbages, each topped by a tomato
little sign told the housekeepers
that now was the time for making
pickles, and that a choice receipt for
such pickles would go with each or
der of vegetables.
The receipt was written on cards in
Celeste's neat hand, and c. Smith
told her radiantly that night that
everything was sold.
But don't see what you are max
ing out of it," he said
'T am ba tho fp eo;J 70
leste. 81 like to think Of the window
work as study in still life. And
like to know that l can attract GUS
tom; it gives me a sense of power"
But c. Smith was thinking, and the
next day he made suggestion.
Look here" he said. you make
some of your creole soup. Lots of
my customers would like to have it.
I can tell them that you will have it
here hot in porcelain pals at IL
o'clock. You ought to earn some
thing that way"
And that was the beginning of c.
Smiths deiicatessen department and
of Celeste's success. And when, the
day before Thanksgiving, the won
derful window was gorgeous with it's
circle Of crimson cranberries, it's gold
of lemons apd oranges, Celeste's mas
terpiece. great roast turkey. stuffed
with chestnuts and laid on i blue
platter. had the place of honor.
AS the business grew she hired a
helper, and the creole soup, delecta-
BILE little pots of baked beans and
baked ham were served on alternate
days. c. Smith took a bright boy to
wait on the customers who thronged
the counter. There was now no fly
speckled untidiness, and although Ce-
leste was rarely in evidence, her in
fiuence was over it all
c. Smith even swung a new sign in
the place of the shabby one, and
prosperity reigned.
And the best Of it is" said Ce-
leste, as she made plans for the sum-
mer which was to give her mother a
trip to the mountains, 1.-The best of it
is that when we come back l shall
study painting"
And then you'll have your
chance" said Letitia.
But Celeste smiled. my chance
came" she said. with the pumpkins
and pineapples in c. Smiths window,
and with that first pitcher of grand
mothers creole soup" Youths
Companion.