The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-11-07
Continued from last sunday.)

Wen discount Jones note, said
Mary resolutely. !.
.And It's only beginning" went on
Peale. Give me back that Telegram.
It'll be my letter OF credit, my pass.
port and all the rest Of 1t. I'll show 1t
to the advertising agents. They'll
trust me on the strength of that
1t proved ashelp indeed, this cash,
when 1t came on in due course, bat
not q cure. 1t vanished like smoke in
thin air, like cream before set, of
Kittens, like snow upon the deserts
dusty face Their Joy in It was short
lived. because It was SO soon gone.
Again there came day when the end
of the month, with Its next rent pay
,ment, seemed much nearer than the
first d day when time, which iPeale
said was the same thing as money,
seemed very much like time, and short
time at that, and very little like real
money. Toimake matters worse Peale
meanwhile had swung round the circle
again, waving his letter Of credit
and running up a lot more in the way
of bills on new advertising. He had
scooted, OF for a week and never let
the office know by SO much as. a tele-
gram where he was. Then, rs cheer.
fully as he had gone, he blew home
again one day, announcing that he had
contracted for about $4,000 worth OF
advertising in Boston, Baltimore, Phil
,adelphia, Washington and a few other
eastern metropolises. He declared e
was the greatest advertising campaign
: ever undertaken since George w. Ad-
svertising was a young man.
For self respecting bookkeeper. It
was all .dreadfully disheartening; Mary
sighed and found IL very difIicult Max
Ing fve!go into two was nothing COM
pared with the effort to make $22,S1a09
go into S18s.1S. l'
For little while the days passed un-
eventually. drawing nearer the ineyita-
BILE end. Then came the last day OF the
month. and Mary's blue devils were
very large and blue. The day pissed
quietly enough in the IS Soap COM
pany's Offices, so far as outward signs
revealed It; there were few callers,
Jones being out Of the way, though
Mary knew he would be heard from
tomorrow IL his note was not properly
met at the bank. Howswas she ever
going to get a check certified to meet tt!
Rodney at his desk sat quietly alb
aorbed. He rustled q few papers now
and then, and used his rubber stamp,
but its impact on the pad ana paper
lacked the usual vigor. Even Peale's
nead, Mary noted, dropped little as
he wrote his ads.-ads. that would be
born to blush unseen IL money could
not be raised somehow, somewhere, to
pay for them.
As the hour Of 5 drew near Mary
began to make some long drawn out
preparations for going home. This last
I quarter Of an hour Of time must be
4 killed and done to death by fair means
Tor by foul A resolution had been
slowly forming in her head and now
etook definite shape. Shesshut down
her desk with delightfully."- loud noise
and stood up, 4.
u may be a little late tomorrow.
she said to Rodney as she began put
ting on her hat. 81
All right said the president mildly.
Rodney too looked as if something
were working in his mind, and no won
der Mary thought with their situas
ton what II was Mary knew him Ike
: a book, but this time she would ask no
questions and keep her own counsel.
She was going straight up to Mr.. Mar
TINS on Fifth avenue and have a long