The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-09-23

| TIE glanced up. Wen:
That's me-" said Miss Micholin calm
| Is. 1--WE got the same telephone mum.
| Der and eyes and neck and clothes. VI
| course my hair is different and l am
| thinner. but that's business. d Like to
! Know what chance a fat girl would nave
| IN the chorus these days.
Won Herman groaned. ri, pay you
! Tor the time you've waited and for your
| trouble. Can't use you for these pic
lures" Then as she left he turned q
c"micully d'spaIring face to the two
| men at the drawing boards. What are
: We going to do? We've got to make a
start on these pictures and everything
! has gone wrong. They want something
/ woman. Said expressly they didn't want
Il chicken. No romping curls and none
d that eyes and lips fool-girl stuff.
! This chaps ideal for the man." He
| Jock had. been staring. fascinated. Mt
the shaded. ZlgZug marks which the art
| lst--a dark-skinned. velvet-eyed. for
, cgn-lookng youth was making on tho
scarcely glanced up during the entire
scene. Now he looked briefly and cool
! ly nj Jock.
! Where did you get him." he asked,
will. the precise cnuncia,ion of the for
| rign-hcrn. Good figure. And he wears
his clothes not like q cab driver as the
| others do
Thanks" drawled Jock. flushing a
little. Then. boyish curiosity getting
| the better of him. Say. tell me. what in
! the world are you doing TO that draw
| ing?"
| lie OF tho velvety eyes smiled O
! twisted little smile. His slim brown
! fingers never stopped in their work Of
| guiding the pen in it's zIezag path.
at is work." he snoercd, TO delight
the soul of an artist. I am now engaged
| in the pleasing task OF putting tho bones
! in clearinghouse suit"
But Jock did not smile. Here was an
| other man. he thought. who had been
given a broom and told to sweep down
| the stairway.
Won Herman was regarding him al
most wistfully. II hate to let you slip"
! he said. Then. his face Frightening.
by Jove! l wonder II Miss Gait would
pose for us If we told her what fix
we were in
He picked up the telephone receiver.
Miss Gait, please" he said. Then, aside.
"Of course it's nerve to ask a girl ,2hos
earning three thousand year TO lave
her desk and come up here and posi- TOT
-Hcllo Miss Galt?"
Jock, seated on the edge Of the models
platform. was beginning to enjoy him
self. Even this end of the advertising
business lad It's interesting side, he
thought. Ten minutes later he knew 1t
had
Miss Gait. Jock left off swinging his
/ legs from the platform end stood up.
Miss Gait was that KlnQ OF SlTl. olHOoln
black hair parted and coiled low as only
IN cxnuisiteIy shaped head can dare TO
wear its glory crown. A face whose
expression was swc"tly serious IN spite
of its youth. \ girl whose clothes were
the sort Of clothes that girls ought TO
wca, in offices. and don't.
This is mighty good of you. Miss
Calf" began Won Herman. It's The
liool K6mfort Klothcs Company's sum-
mrr campaign stuff. We'll only need
YOU for mn hour or Soto get the express
sion and general outline. Poster stuff,
really. Their this young man will pose
for the summer union suit pictures: :.
Don't APOLOGIZE" said Miss Gnlt.
We had a hard enough time to get that.
Kool Comfort account. We don't want
to start wrong with the pictures" Be-
sides, l think poslng's real fun"
lock thought SO too. quite suddenly.
lust as suddenly Won Herman rcmcm-
brrcd the conventions and introduced
"McChesncy?" repeated Miss Calf.
crispiy. I know q. Mrs. McChensey, Of
the r. a. Buck
Your mother! Then why She
"Rccause." said Jock. Tn the rawcst
rocky in the Berg. Shriner Company.
And when begin to realize what don
know about advertising I'll probably
want 20 plunge off the Palisades.
Miss Calf smiled up at him, her clear.
frank eyes meeting his.
You'll win" she said.
Even If l lose-1 win now said JOCK
suddenly audacious.
man. happily.