The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-03-30

sale-that S the way ] happened to con
| meet myself with the company; he gave
us a very liberal trade concluded Mr..
| Stevens, with a shading on the adverb,
which is somewhat fine for cold type.
| We're you raised in Canada, Mrs.
| lienry9''
Just across the line in New York
state
''My wife's people were from Onon-
| daga county. The Marsalc machine is
made not far from there. The works
cover twenty acres and they turn out
a machine every minute and half,
night and day" ]"
's 1t must keep the agents pretty busy
her own joke. Mr.. Stevens frightened
sympathetlcally
"Indeed it does. ] have always
thought l should have liked tho sales
department. I'm not permitted to do
any selling myself; no. How? ] belong
TO the department of publicity; sorry
haven { card with me. But machines
are very cheap now. / believe the best
Marsalo can be had-I mean the drop
cabinet, ball-bearing. side-snap- FACTION
machine-can be had for 500 and our
people are very liberal in the matter of
exchanges. Might 1 see your machine,
Mrs. Henry?'
81 don't want any machine" de-
clarcd Mrs. Henry, who felt the ground
slipping the least bit and clung instinc~
lively to her sheet anchor
81 venture to say, without ever look.
ing at it, that sixty dollars and your
machine would take the best Marsale
our people show and Of course, easy
payments for the asking Mrs. Henry. !"
tI don't want machine
81 mean-if YOU should -
81 don Z want one now
"The attachments are all included at
si1ty-five dollars. You pay absolutely
nothing for extras.
"But I don t need a machine now"
"ADd 50 a month
81 don I need one.'
"Without interest,"
HThat IS liberal enough -
And we give You contract which
is absolutely indefeasibe Tt is as good
as a government bond. Mrs. Henry.
Would you like to have a new Marsale
sent up on trial, Mrs. Henry, in order
"No-I don t want new machine
yet"
EWe would take it away any time
on the mailing Of postal and we leave
the postals already Addressed
"You needn t talk. I won t take a
machine on trial. declared Mrs. Henry.
Mr.. Stevens adjusted his ball-bearing
spectacles. ''Then i hope you will con
slider our proposal about the position. -
"You might leave your card. IF
conclude to try machine I am willing
to say 7 would take it from you.''
"Thank you every much, ! think
will be going now. Good afternoon. -
and Mr. Stevens slowly and sadly made
his way ont,
Mrs. Henry was conscious as she re.
| turned to the dining room of some de.
gree Of perspiration. but her niece did
not appear to have heard the conver-
sation. and at that moment her daugh.
ter Belle came in and made it easier
| for Mrs. Henry to discuss the machine
question in general way.
"Position, granny" exclaimed Belle
Indignantly. "He's just fooling you,
mother. He never intends to give you
any position. -
And now that he had gone il looked
so to Mrs. Henry herself, In fact, she
could not remember Just exactly what
he had said; and all during dinner she
was trying to recollect just what his
wife had died Of.
It was not quite six weeks later that
another representing the Marsale Sew.
ing Machine company called to see Mrs.
| Henry,
| "You needn I come in piped Mrs,
Henry as he made n preliminary move
across the threshold al don I want a
machine promised Mr.. Stevens that
when I wanted new machine ] would
take it of him.
| "Oh. well--would YOU
But Mrs, Henry with burst Of reso-
luton shut the door in his face, and
Belle and Jessie applauded,
Next morning there was knock at
the door Of tho Henry flat. Mrs. Henry
and Belle were out. Jessie answered,
Two men stood there with sewing
machine; but not for long. As the door
opened one of the men had his back
| halfway through il and tho two set the
| machine inside, 1t was Mr. Stevens
with a new Marsale.
"Tbey offered to show me how it
worked" said Jessie tearfully when
Mrs. Henry and Belle came home "I
begged them not to leave it, They just
would do it. -
Mrs. Henry looked npoplectic. Belle
stormed Jessie, poor Jessie, cried /;
tears were her only weapon.
"They will be back tomorrow. they
said.'' trembled Jessie. That night
Mrs. Henry ate round steak for din
ner.
In the morning. while Belle was dust.
inc the parlor, a Marsale wagon stopped
in front Of the flat. Mrs. Henry,
warned, met the cmissary at the door,
He was n pleasant. round kind Of man
with a genial smile and hairtrigger
laugh. ''My name is Laycock, man.
sfTake your machine right out OF my
house. 7 don U want any machine. You
had no business to leave il here,
1 ffput madam wprc told y0u