The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1914-10-15
INV | MADE GOOD
IN A SMALL TOWN

ed for embroidery by the yard In.
stead. placed box of embroider.
les on the counter. Mrs. Lehman
gave me another savage look. I pro.
ceeded to show the embroderies to
Mrs. Clancy. She fingered every
piece no less than three times and !
finally hit upon sticker. It was
pattern that didn't move. used |
to think that there were too many |
holes in it.. Our customers used to |
say that there was not enough body |
to 1t. But Mrs. Clancy saw all of |
Its hidden beauty, and took thirty |
yards of 1t. 1t was marked to sell
at IL 1-2c a yard, and amounted to
1915. She paid the So 90 difference
and left the store happy and salts
fed.
When Lehman came In from his
lunch his wife complained to him
what | had done. He said he thought
that had made a first class swap,
In spite Of the fact that the waist had
been worn, and that he was heartily
glad to be rid OF that pattern of en-
broidery. He had made up his mind
to close 1t out at Ave cents yard.
To me, the good will of the custom
er was by far more valuable asset
: than the loss or gain involved In the
, transaction However, after that, life
with the Lehmans became unendur-
able.
Mrs. Lehman found fault with and
criticised everything did. Poor Leh
, man saw 1t had come to mean parting
with one of us, and Of course l had
to go. So that ten months after |
, had come to Winder, | suddenly
found myself stranded.
1t was Monday morning and walk
ed through the town. sat down
on a soap box in front Of the post OF.
Ace and tried to think. The game
had suddenly turned against me.
: What was / to do? There was nc
way Of staying in Winder-no other
store--no other opening of any sort.
My 1850 would just about see me
back to New York and keep me until
III got started again. could sa!
good bye to my dream of ever having
b a store of my own. could see my
self in the old shipping room agar
o instead Of behind my own counter
o Suppose. too the boss would not taxi
8 me back. I could be tramping thu
streets for weeks looking for 1op
!. eating up my little savings. mus
i have been sitting there for more thai
y an hour. despondently reviewing TN
~ situation, when someone called, "He'
Z. To- Myers" | answered the greetin'
without looking up, and took to OH
IL ing the end OF an unit cigar that
= held in my mouth.
>, Hello, there, Myers. what ar
you doing here, during bushes
bours?" came again from the sam
NJ voice. This time looked up an
- saw the man that proved to be on
y Of the most potent factors In my II
!" ture success. It's strange how de-
=, tiny works! The man who spoke
!" me was Hank Stone, the head OF
V. large jobbing house In Atlanta, Geo
=. gia. He did the selling and credi
ing for H. Stone & Co.. He had bee
~ ~ to see Lehman several times durin
- the ten months that had been the'
." and In this way he got to know mt
told him my story and what
~ tended to do. He was very symp
thetic and suggested that he mig
=. find me another Job. ] still insistt
that I thought I'd go back to Ne
~ York.
." "pon't give up the ship, Myers
T., he persisted. 1.-THE South Is a bi
growing country of oppoftunlt'
10, There are thousand and one ope
ar ings for young men here. Don't
10 back to New York. You'll be swi
&C. lowed up and lost there, If you d.
-, I'm stopping at the Inn" he cont
ued. "Ill be there until tomorro
=. evening. II there is anything | CT
a,r do for you, I'll be glad to see yo'
nd So long"
10. felt the clasp Of his warm hal
mi long after he left, and I watch'
al him until he had disappeared aroui
NO the corner. His words of advi
~ rang through my ears until o despt
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