The Lamar register., 1912-07-31

Employer

Pretty, winsome Harriet Lennox
had been clerking at Marston's de-
partment store for nearly two months.
Already she had lost the pretty color
from her cheeks and she found 1t
much harder to sell a waist than she
imagined it could be when formerly
she had the money to purchase what
ever she desired.
did that woman buy the waist she
was looking at?" questioned Nora.
mo, after / had wasted a quarter
of an hour showing her everything in
stock she said: These waists are
beautiful, but haven't the money.
my dear"
That's the way 1t is with those
old hens.'" commented Nora. They
seem to have nothing on earth to do
but to poster salesladies. and some
women think because they have
plenty Of money it's their privilege
to leave their manners at home"
THE very words lingerie waists
gives me q PAIN" admitted Harriet
I'm weary of trying to make . thir-
ty-six waist At . woman who takes
size forty-four. when We happen to
be out Of her LIE"
mo. madam" she said. turning
around, I'VE haven't any blue chiffon
waists with chenille trimming and
gold braid. I'm sure she wouldn't
buy one II We had It."
whats the trouble with your You
seem 20 disheartensd," asked Nora
sympathetically.
This Is the nrst position ever
had. but presume can stand the
customers. ! try my best. but the
way . girl II treated Just because she
has to earn her living Il disgracs-
full"
You're too naughty" advised Nora.
BE . little more agreeable. II the
manager tells you to sell . waist for
all SILK. sell It for that, and don't sx-
plain to the would-be customer that
Il u only nsar-silk. sswed with near.
sfrk thread, not made in . union shop.
and that Il IL embroidered By ma
eAinsry and not by hand"
'Possibly I'm wrong. but no di6er-
snos what do or say he. Mr.. Mar.
ston, the proprietor. always nnds fault
WHEN he goes BY this department.
Either the boxes aren't straight, or
the waists are laid ON the table
CROOKED, or I should have made .
sale; I went TO lunch or came back
TOO late. II my mother wasn't de-
pendent upon me I'd leave this IN
SAINT
strange. Mr.. Narston should b %
critical. He 10 20 full Of businsss
that he usually leaves he minor do
tails to his managers. Cheer up.
youu get used to It twenty years
from now: you'll even wonder that
you noticed such things a. imperti-
nent shoppers and critical employers"
Twenty years from now. gracious!
Don't mention waists In connection
with the future to me. I'd Ike to
waste my time that long selling
waists marked down from - to sass.
and others marked up from e1.sS to
ts.SS."
IF you continue to dress in that
convent fashion," said the other girl.
giancing admiringly at her own over
that absurd simple style. never put
any color on your face when you look
chastity pale. and not make the least
effort to please the men"
Thank you for your well-meant
advice. but the men I'm likely to meet
In this business are not the men I
care to know socially" commenced
Harriet, who was Interrupted by q
yOu9g boy who said: "Mr. Marston
Wishes to see you in his private ONCE
Immediately"
Poor thing" said Nora to one OF
the girls as Harriet, shaking like an
aspen leaf, started for the third floor.
"She II 30 refined. I wanted to help
her, but I guess she is going to lose
her position. Only recently they lost
all their money. 1t breaks her moth
sr's heart that she has to work."
As HARRIET entered the spacious
ONCE. Mr.. Marston arose saying kind
ly: why are you tremblingf"
I'm sorry l didn't suit you" began
Harriet, gaining courage.
But you did. know all about you.
I've watched you since the first day
you came. Grasped every opportunity
to talk with you without making It
evident. Now I want to ask you how
would you like to become the owner
Of this store"
Sir" said Harriet, how dare you
ask me to come to your once to in
suit met"