Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-23


dence of customers. She remembered
also the soul needs Of Mr.. Thomas w.
North himself. In the interstices
of the decorations she placed such
notices as she deemed best for him,
as do 1t Now; Industry is Happi-
ness" and, most significant OF all to
one who understood the reason for the
Thomas W. North Agency. Its What
You Do After Business Hours That
Gives You Nervous Prostitution.
Finally, to all these decorations she
had added more and more frequently
of late her own illumined SELF
For life, what time she was not
busy with the solace Of Constance,
hung heavy nowadays on the capable
hands Of Betsy Barbara. lust when
she realized that what she needed was
work, she found that the corresponds
ence OF the Thomas W. North Agency
was getting greater than Tommy him
self could handle. She announced at
once her intention Of learning the
typewriter and doing that work her
self ell for the good Of the enter
prise. To this proposal. Tommy en-
tered protest Of conscience; but the
thought that he would see Betsy-Bar
bara in once hours as we'll as out
rend cred II very feeble. So Betsy.
Barbara fell to work on the second
hand typewriter; and she had so far
progressed that she could write a
passably good business later in four
attempts and mornings time.
On this scene of brisk business &C.
tivity suddenly entered Resale lie
Grange As she stepped into the door
she was large-eyed, serious. a-quivcr
with inner intensity. She broke into
a smile, however, as she surveyed the
Thomas w. North Advertising Agency
at work. Both Tommy and his anna
teur stenographer. had heard the steps;
but each, as people will do when they
are intent, failed to look UP from his
uncompleted line until startled by
Rosalie's: 81
"My! Such pair Of little workers.
Tommy grinned rs
"Ah, a customer" he said "busi.
ness bad at the boarding house? Any.
thing can do to advertise you?
recommend our A A Campaign-cheap
and fetching for establishments OF
your class. How's this for line: Our
eggs straight from the hen-our cot
fee grew on q vine-our boarders stay
till they die"
mo, thank YOU" replied Resale
dimpling upon him. And then, with
the air OF one who has no time to
waste in airy persiflage, I'm here on
business. though. Mr.. North, want
to borrow the services Of your steno
pnr n Aou1S 'laa t.S'A . ~ (
"Me?' inquired Betsy-Barbara.
"You," replied Rosalie lie Grange
She turned back to Tommy North
then: and the fash OF her dimples dis
armed any possible resentment.
,"Mr. North, haven't you got five OF
ten minutes OF business somewhere
else? Like buying your days cigars
or something? When two ladies want
to talk something over alone, they
hate to talk in the hall"
ooh. certainly replied Tommy
North, rising and reaching for his
coat
1T amt every young boarder." said
Rosalie LIE Grange, who is intelligent
enough to let his landlady boss him
Now you be back in just ten minutes
by the clock, that's an obedient boy.
Tommy cast one look at BetsysBars
bara as he went out of the door: and
Betsy Barbara smiled as though to
reassure him.
Rosalie was coming now to the end
OF her operations She had reached
the point where one may relax caution
q little when speed and despatch are
more necessary than concealment Sc
she proceeded to the heart Of the mat
ter without any Of her customary cir
cumlocution.
Betsy Barbara Lane" she said. =
believe you'd go for a friend to the
place we amt supposed to mention
except in church Wouldn't your
IT think I'd do almost anything for
you Mrs. lie Grange" said Betsy-Bar
bara, smiling warmly.
That's a pretty thing to say. an
hope you mean it," replied Resale
"But l amt askin' for myself. I'm
askin' for Mrs. HAnska. I"
"Wha has happened?" asked Betsy
Barbara, her color departing with a
rush. HAS Constance
Constance is perfectly all right
treasured Rosalie. "She was tryin' tc
read-poor thing left her fif