Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-17

oh III leave that al "a YOU, said Miss Stcinhardt
generously, 50 long as YOU make It real romantic
THUS adnonishci the Advertising Manager wrote,
and, writing forgot her quams She had an IN
durable for Romance her second supreme virtue
as Advertising Manager. She could discourse on
bolts OF longcoth in the glowing terms OF the novelist
The pen with which she now lnditcd Miss Stelnhardts
love cpstle dipped full IN the magic fountain She
steadily until three OF the gray linen pages were
closely covered
Sure you're getting in about the gloves?' reminded
Miss Stenhardt anXio,lsly
I'm lust coming to that" She reflected an instant
with knit brows; then rapidly. a have just been
gloves, she read aloud TO my keen disappointment
| find we have no black Saratoga Maids Now that
seems all wrong. | can't bear to think of that fifty
thousand pairs going to any store but mine If you
really please can tell you this evening Just
the way
That's grand, approved Miss Stenhardt, with gls
tening eyes.
Then suppose you sit right down at that desk and
copy it, and well mail it special, SO he'll be sure to get
it before he calls. must get back to work now She
tapped a bell "Freckes, go down and ask Mr.. Alfred
Wagner Of Gloves to right away Don't hurry
Miss Steinhardt.
Il was going anyway" said Miss Steinhardt. BE
sure not tell Mr.. Wagner nothing about my part,
she added rather nervously. Tell him to go after
those fifty thousand black Saratoga Maids hard It's
chance he niay never have again. III DO my best to-
night she promised earnestly.
AND that best must have been highly effective; for
n at ten-thirtv next morning the Advertising Man
ayers telephone buzzed with good news, and Alfred
Wagner's eager boyish voice, vibrant with pride an
nounced his unparalleled achievement Fifty thousand
Black Saratoga Maids not ten or fifteen, but fifty
the entire factory output since the textile strike landed
at bow Such stroke Of business as would make
Hempis Sale look like thirty cents
And what makes me feel SO good is to find could
put through deal that size aone-wth hard nut like
Poole too. When got through handling him he was as
easy a lamb. He couldn't seem to get the papers
signed up quick enough" The boyish tones quivered
The Advertising Manager had many assistant
buyers trying their first wings to success or downfall
"Poor boy she thought beneath her breath. Il
wouldn't have him know for worlds That's great,
she encouraged with ready sympathy. "Now the so ner
you get them up here and into the papers.
They're not here; but he's promised them inside
# an hour. Oh, Miss Harcourt you'll just see me
through this So much depends he pleaded earnestly
what it means to mel His voice broke with emotion.
Poor fellow thought the Advertising Manager
again :! must have done him an INJUSTICE He does
seem dead in earnest after all I'll do all cam. she
promised heartily. "And-oh by the way, curiosity
suddenly smote her. IF Mr. Poole happens drop in
again you might tell him the Advertising Manager has
special reason for wanting to meet him..
III send right over and tell him., offered the Glove
Assistant. Hes over in Jewelry now
AN Advertising Managers time may be said to be
= Invisible by five: fresh interruption every
five seconds. She was deeply immersed in Basement
Linens when the office door creaked and srldent
addressed her back hair.
advertising Man be in Soon?'
She gave a little displeased start "There is no
MS IS the advertising AIN IL! 1Ou1S Cndp
downstairs said the Advertising Man wanted to
me-"
She smiled sweetly "You misunderstood He couldn't
have said the Advertising Man. but the Advertising
Manager. | am the Advertising Manager"
"You!" / A. Poole lifted pudgy, not too clean
hand to his lips and removed thick black cigar that
exuded perspiration he himself exuded prosperity
His vivid green Alpine pushed far back a dan
gerously mirrorlike magenta Surface. His eyes
pink gooseberries fastened with flax thread. He
crushed strawberry 50 Ks and violent purple waist
coat, over which sprawled improbable peonies. From
the first shock Of these emerged his nose first blush