The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-15

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 Right on the sbtIliton board on the center post said B1ackie, leading her to the big framed board, on which were tackled the wholesale bills of ev- cry article in the WaIIingford & Daw distributing depot No 93. He even pointed out to her the No. 12,O37 ging- hams at @ cents the bolt with 6.2 cents added for profit and the balance of TO cents figured in for freight and carriage.
 Mir. Mellon himself figured out that problem on the edge of the board with stump Of lead pencil so short that 1t cramped his knuckles to hold it, and he announced himself as satisfied also.
 .-This is what had ort to be done, 7 he told BIackie earnestly. "Even 10 per cent is q mighty high price to charge for keepin' us from buyin, our goods direct from the wholesalers, but it's step in the right dfrection-that Is. if the ginghamss good Is it, Mar thy?"
 ssItss better'n that shirt you got on,'' she told him. You know what we paid for that two years ago this fallg Ten ana half cents yard at sam B1udgeon's. How much per cent is that g,s
 Highly interested, Mir Mellon went back to the -ebiIliton board with his stump of a pencil. A little over 40 per cent, deducting the sawe amount for freight and carriage. he finally an nounced.
 Forty per centg' she hissed "I'n never darken the door of Sam Bud geon's againi Young man, I'll take a whole bolt of that ginghamt What other bargains you got?''
 s-Some gilt bfrdcages,'s z replied Black ae promptIy .eyVe have a shipment of E the finest gilt birdcages ever. sold for the money, think Each cage an original package, and no packages broa ken Allow me to show you one.
 sT don't need c blrdcage,ss she refus- ed, looking about the store
 sfBut you might, he insisted. Then you wou59 be sorry, for when these birdcages are sold we shall consider Rtnky county supplied and shall buy no more 7
 .sRut haven't any bird, Z she ex. p1atned
 You never know when you're going to have bird, argued Blackie with patned ea<nestness. Some dear friend 1s likely to make you present of a bird af any moment. and then you might have to drive over to Pinkyville for bfrdcage, or even, if you were in a hurry, send in to Sam Bludgeon's for one. and where could you get 8 bird caga like this for 80 cents ?''
 The triumphant moment having ar rived, he switched the giittering object from under the counter and held it. tempffng1y before her eyes.
 A family from Leggets Run came in. the oldest girl still reading the whole sale price list handbill, and made a straight line for the dannelette pile, and from that moment Pinky county began to congregate. with increasing nun bers and enthusiasm, In JeH Purty,s l. former wagon sl1el.
 At 10 o'clock Paul Po1Iet began to pile boxes and barrels out in front at the edge Of the road. and on each one he tackled s sign. Fun This Morning, Ernptied by Wholesale" By nlidafter- noon Jeff and Mrs. Purty and Mushy had joined the clerical force and by evening the interior of that store look ed as empty as puppy's milk plate, while B1ackie positively beaned with satisfaction. There wasn't 3 birdcage left in the house.
 ssNoW I'm going to have some pink silk pajannas in the order we send In tcnig1t," he declared "Jim wouldn't let me have them last week. but he didn't even want me to have any bird- cages.,'
 Late that night Sam Bludgeon. made ferocious by the dayse tumble in his fortunes. tried to inctte the wilder members of hls barroom crowd to go over and clean up the Na11inRHord & Daw intrusion on his domain. but when he picked himself out from R7A cided that even men in their cups are familiar with percentages. and that the principle Gf personal profit is the very last thing of which they lose con- sciouanesa'
 Old Doc Tutt pushed Wailingfora's shoulders gently but firmly back on to his piIfoysa. 'snSoSE. you lse still.'' he ordered in the sternest voice of which professional authority is capable, sDo you want that knee to be crooked for life2"
 ssYesi" roared waI1ingford. rising to one elbow. tsI'd rather live with crooked knee than die here. If you touch that knee again I'll have your hearts blood, The last time threat eRed to get out of bed you broke it open and put some pepper in 1t. Black ie. Oh, Blaekiel Give this big butcher $d ana tell AAAn co So ~ saAA>As 1ASstS - come back"
 In an tnadvertent moment Old Doc Tut turned to locate Blackie, and in that moment a large gentleman. clad in tan silk pajamas with lavender frogs, dumped out Of bed and landed on both feet with 8 thud His right foot jerkea up. He slammed his right foot on the floor His right knee hurt hira like sixty. and once more. this time swearing, he stamped his right foot,