New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-05-04
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An Excursion Filling 'JO Passenger CARS
She read them Ill half-cnyiously. Great.
Don't | wish III done these" She drew
over q fresh mound Of copy paper and a
newly sharpcncd pencil.
III YOU read me oif the numbers on the
cuts. III be marking the descriptions, sug-
gcs,cd Miss Pcake.
But the Advertising Manager was beyond
hail. already embarked on the rising Hood OF
three hundred and fifty inspired words.
HANDSOMIIST waist page YOU ever gave
IL H.. Miss EIarcourt phoned the Gen
cral Manager at eleven nest morning
Mis-, Harcourt. having reached the ~.
lanes n scycn-thirty the previous evening.
wore her gaVcst top-o -thc-mornlng smile.
I'm So glad. II wouldn't have been, only
"lfit was a short call. that makes II all the
more commcndablc We particularly like
Your original arrangement OF the cuts. !
congratulate YOU. ami already he had
clicked ~goodby.'
The Advertising Manager hung up, vague
IS dissatisfied. Isn't that always the way
praise when YOU don't deserve IT.?
But take it all in ALL Is there any job on
earth quite 50 varied, So fascinating, So never
waning in interest. so honcycd in rewards.
as that Of Advertising Manager;
THERE were FIVE hundred styles Of En-
press waists to be placed on their tables
before cight-hitccn Monday \. NJ. Lace
trimmed Lngcrics down that side; en-
brodcrcd Linens under the arch; goodly
RELAYS OF extra thirty-siXcs waiting IN the
third alcovc; ten extra salesgirs borrowed
from Furs. every size plainly marked;
nothing forgotten No, it could hardly be
better
Miss Pcakc. having been on the floor since
seven thirty. INDUCED in one critical last
glance at each neatly placed table before
finally approving her handiwork. y rose,
softer. more delicate IAN the Poudrc dc
Paris. bloomcd in he lccks. Yes 1t was
Her sale in all but name and Just three
months today since her floor entrance
Her eyes were glowing happily, perhaps
with Dreams OF the Big Raise So near a Ger
tainty now, perhaps with other Dreams. as
she waved her hand gaily TO the Advertising
Manager making her rounds with notebook
and pencil Yes. she had waited all these
weeks: waited, held back by shrinking
pride that would ask no lavors. But today
Was there anyone from the past-cven He
she couldn't look in the face Today Day
Of DAYS the Day she'd Made Good,
\ tug at her sleeve II was NIilly, the
frccklcd GRAND girl. "Nlithcr 'lgby thays
as 'ow you're to thee i'm is ottith right away,
Miss Pcalc.'
Oh, Words Of Destiny Minus the lisp.
lust the words Of her Dreams
With feet that trod on air Miss Peake
pressed her way through the crowd Her
crowd and joined the Jam in the elevator,
the diamond lockct At her throat rising and
falling in happy tumult as she rehearscd the
exact words Eighteen years is a long time,
and Pinching Poverty a grim destroyer.
Would he find her changed-too changed?
She would have trailed past the waiting
group in the outer Office. but the snub-nosed
Boy inside the rail waved her to a seat.
"Alr. Highly says as you're to wait min
ute, Miss Pcakc. Mr. Lindaucr is inside.
7 INDAUER had received his summons
~ with a start Of flustered diSmay. There
were certain little transactions not on the
books perfectly legitimate but Of delicate
nature. Could it bc-but no. The Chief
only wished to congratulate him, naturally.
on having put through with signal ability
Merchandise movement Of such breadth and
moment as this Sale. Any other reason for
the summons not one chance in FIVE thou
sand,
Lndaucr dabbed his striped silk handker-
chief to his purplcd brow and worked with