The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1915-11-03
Continued from yesterday,
XVI.
Ambrose peaIo,

GENTLEMAN.
Ambrose PeaIe.
NEALE took up the refrain next
~ and talked to Mr.. Martin about
advertising.
But nowadays It isn't only
people who have stoves to sell orltooth.
brushes that are spending money on
publicity, he began. Banks are ad.
yerttsingl for money, nations for immi.
grants, colleges for students, cities for
citizens and churches for congrega.
lions, and you sit there thinking 1t
doesn't pay to advertise"
"six hundred and sixteen million dol.
lars were spent last year In magazines
and newspapers, bllboards and cleo:
itrtcB signs recited Mary. &
Bringing education and comfort and
fun and luxury to the people Of the
United States said Rodney! Its 70.
nance, father, the romance of printing
presses, of steel rails, Of the wireless,
ofEtrains and competition, the romance
Of modern business, and it's, all, built
on advertising. Why, advertising Is
the biggest thing In this country, aud
tt'sionly Just begun
Well sud Mr. Martin, when you
boys get through talking and you're
fat broke and down and out come
around and see me. I'll show you an
old business that has a lot, Of money,
that isn't radical and that manages, to
keep going without wasting q fortune
In fooiodrertising."
Then you won't let us get. any
soapffp asked Rodney. 4
Risk my business reputation on a
silly scheme like dollar soIp2aIshonld5
soy not You may be crazy, but I'm
not
Eyes, you are said Mary, beginning
to lose her temper.
soh, come on,n said Pea1e impa:
tlently. Whats the use Of talking to
o man whose brain is deaf?n
The old soap king only laughed.
And so to the accompaniment Of his
scornful chuckles the three dejectedly,
walked out. Poor Mary's mission had
failed. In the, street outside she could
not help pouting a little, especially for
Rodney's benefit, and she scolded
EPeale outright She was sure she
could have managed the old gentleman
lifSshe had been allowed to do 1t in her
own intuitive woman's way, and she
oldIboth the boys so fatty. What was
the use of spouting all.those statistics?
What they wanted was 5000 cakes
OF soap, not 5000 words OF advertising
Talk. What impression had they made
on the soap king? Notsthe slightest
Nov, don't you be too tsure,r inter.
rupted Ambrose. "Just let it sink In
and rankle a bit and we'll see"
.Nonsense!" said Mary Grossly.
Poor Ambrose! He wouldn't have
admitted It to anybody in the world,
but for once in his life he was down.
cnst and discouraged. His unfaillng
good nature was cloaked and yelled o
little and no mistake. He was blue.
What was worse his blues lasted, of
and on, this time for. almost two weeks,
As the crminal returns to the scene
Of his crime 50 Ambrose's spirit was
drawn back to his old harnts Of the
show world again.
.Hello, Nj. Pe.e-eler. kEE
Returned to see the countess They
~ere In front .ofit the City Square hotel.
and she was headed for the revolving
doors on Fortyssecond street. Peale
graytated at once to her side and
5u1npedstnto the whlrling compartment
behind her.
well, cutie. he said as they drop
( ped down together on q, lounge in the
crowded corridor. .what are you up
tor $50
You're a grand little guy" said the
countess agreeably; 81 like You.
Butails theit time her eyes roved about
the place as IL she were looking for
another man.
How are you getting along now?H
abe went on. eAs far as I'm concerned,
trim everybody You can. You're there,
Ambrose, you're there
eBut we're on the level Peale as:
sured her.
80 am !, said the countess.
III you were I'd give you q Job
Laughed Peale.
me workonIaS5obr cried the count;
esq. There's no excitement in that.
Why, now every time I meet a cop
get q tirtlss'
II know-I know; the dan HE {.
dull" Peale agreed 4 wonder Il j
ought to NARY you and reformSyoui,
-No, Ambrose,r said the COUNTIES
iouitc sincerely; u wouldn't do such
{ftdne to You as marry rous / eouli