The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-12-04

YES, Glider did know. The men.
ton of the name was like a
spell in the effect it wrought
on the attitude Of the irritated
owner of the store. Instantly his ex
preston changed.
How extremely awkward" he cried.
and there was a very real concern in
his voice. He regarded Smithson kind
ly, whereat that rather pulling gentle
man once again assumed his martial
bearing. you were quite right in
coming to me" For a moment he was
silent, plunged in thought. Finally he
spoke with the d~ecisiveness character
istic Of him. "Of course there's moth
ing we can do. Just put the stuff back
on the counter and let her 60"
But Smithson had not yet wholly un-
burdened himself. He again cleared
his throat n~ervously.
she's very angry, Mr.. Glider" he
announced timidly. "She-er-she de-
mands an-er-an apology"
The owner of the store half rose from
his chair, then threw himself back with
an exclamation of disgust.
"God bless my soul!'' he cried. Again
he fell silent, considering the situation
which Smithson had presented. At last,
however, he mastered his irritation to
some degree and spoke his command
briefly. "Well. %Smithson, apologize to
her. 1t can't be helped"
When Smithson had left the Office
Glider turned to his secretary.
"Take this" he directed, and he forth
with dictated the following letter:
]. w. Gaskell, Esq, Central National
Bank. New York.
My Dear Mr.. Gaskell-I feel that l
should be doing less than my duty as a
that Mrs. Gaskell Is in urgent need Of
medical attention. She came into our
store today. and
He paused for a moment. mo, put
it this way" he said finally:
We found her wandering about our store
today in a very nervous condition. In her
excitement she carried away about 500
worth of rare laces. Not recognizing her,
our store detective detained her for a
short time. Fortunately for US all, Mrs.
Gaskell was able to explain who she was,
and she has just gone to her home. Hop
ing for Mrs. Gaskelrs speedy recovery,
and with all good wishes, l am yours very
truly.
Smithson again entered the Office,
even more perturbed than before.
"What on earth is the matter now?"
Glider spluttered suspiciously.
"It's Mrs. Gaskell STILL" Smithson
replied in great trepidation. "She
wants you personally, Mr.. Glider, to
apologize to her. She says that the
action taken against her is an outrage.
and she is not satisfied with the apol-
ogies of all the rest of us. She says
you must make one, too, and that tho
store detective must be discharged fol
intolerable i~nsolence."
Glider bounced up from his chair
angrily.
"IIl not discharge McCracken," he
vociferated, glaring on Smithson. who
shrank visibly.
But about the apology, Mr.. Glider"
he reminded. speaking very deferen.
tally. yet with insistence.
on, I'll apologize ne said with q
WY smile of discontinue. "In make
things even up a bit when l get ar
apology from Gaskell. shrewdly
suspect that that estimable gentleman
Is going to eat humble pie. Of my bak-
ing. from his wife's recipe. And his
will be an honest apology. which mine
won't" And he left the room.
It was on this same day that Sa.
rah, on one Of her numerous trips
through the store In behalf Of Glider.
was accosted by q salesgirl, whose
name. Helen Morris. she CHANGED to
know.
what on earth do you wantr' Sarah
inquired snappishly.
what did they do to Mary Turner"
They sent her to prison for three
years"
"Three years?" The s~alesgirl had re
peated the words in a tone that vas in
definable, yet a tone vehement In its in
credulous questioning. Three yearsT'