Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-07-17
CHAPTER XVI.
A Stroke of Luck.

wv GU anu SlgIllHcanL day IN all
the crowded life of Rosalie
LIE Grange. When she told of it aft
erward to the only person who ever
enjoyed her full confidence, she gave
but a narrative of flashes and
snatches-a pertinent fact, out of its
context, at one session, a state of
emotion at another. Rosalie was log
lcal and consecutive only when the
long slow road of reason would serve
ner purpose better than the short cut
or intuition. But, indeed, there is In
THIS world hardly a mind SO logical
and consecutive, so cool and precise,
as to be equipped for following
closely and recording accurately a
course such as Rosalie followed that
day. Can you remember exactly what
| happened, all details in order, on the
night when you found the burglar in
your room, the day when you were
injured in the train wreck? Multiply
SUCH dramatic incident on dramatic
incident, such emotional crisis on
emotional crisis-and small. wonder
that Rosalie could never weave a
consecutive narrative.
" oOShi, iHuteu, WiIn ftOSaI1e LIE
Grange out of the stage picture. We
are in the office of the Thomas W.
North Advertising Agency in lower
Fifth avenue. Tommy North sits a,
cheap but neat desk, brand-new
like all the furnishings of that little
old office. He is laboring for an ac-
curate and arresting headline to pro-
claim the safety, and yet the deadli-
ness, of new automatic revolver.
AT the typewriter desk In the corner
sits Betsy Barbara Lane, inexpertly
tapping the keys with two fingers of
her right hand and one of her left.
And as Betsy Barbara smiles trium-
phantly over this fair line, rrowns at
that foul one, purses her lips over the
other hard combination, her radiance
fills and Eliminates the Thomas w.
North Advertising Agency.
| From inception to interior furnish
ings. it is all Betsy-B Barbara. Hers
was the choice and placing of the
green mission furniture. Hers was
the selection of the pictures, their
arrangement in relation to the wall
spaces. That 1t might be a pleasant
place for work. she picked out prints
of her favorite pictures-the Countess
Potolka, the Baby Stuart and the
Duchess of Devonshire To give it a
business air, she added a framed
photograph of the Union station in
st. Louis. Further, Barbara
found the most spectacular specimens
of advertising design executed by
Thomas w. North, set them in passe-
partouts with her own hands, and
hung them just where they would in
vite the eye and confidence of Gus
toners. She remembered, also. the
soul needs of Mr. Thomas w. North
himself In the interstices of the deco
rations she placed such notices as
she deemed best for him. as do 1t
now Industry is happiness" and,
most significant of all to one who
understands the reason for the
Thomas w. North Agency, Its what
| you do after business hours that
gives you nervous prostration. -
| Finally, to all these decorations she
had added more and more frequently
of late her own iilumined self
For life, what time she was not
busy with the solace of Constance
hung heavy nowadays on the capable
hands of Betsy Barbara. Just when
she realized that what she needed
was work, she found that the CORE
spondence of the Thomas w. North
Agency was getting greater than
Tommy himself could handle. She
announced at once her intention OF
learning the typewriter and doing al
that work herself-all for the good OF
the enterprise. To this proposal
Tommy entered a protest of con-
science; but the thought that he
would see Betsy-Barbara in office
hours as well as out rendered 1t very
feeble. So Betsy-Barabara fell to worl