The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-08-24
Mr.. TAYLOR EXPLAINS
sy LOUISE OLIVER.

The jewelry department Of the big
store was Just inside one Of the main
entrances. This kingdom was subdt.
vided into special realms and over
each principally reigned a princess
in black dress, white collar and Guns.
Never was royalty more becomingly
adorned, for Max Bluming, floor man
ager, knew what he was doing when
he picked the prettiest girls in the
store for this point OF vantage.
May Marshall, tall blonde, had
charge of the jet goods. Then-and
here the manager had undeniably
shown his ability as an artist-there
was the counter for displaying jew
els, for Is cent bead strings to two
carat, first-water diamonds, and right
behind the racks of pearls and trays
of rhinestones stood Mary Webster, as
wholesome, sweet and fresh as May
| morning.
Mary was-well, she was just Mary.
You looked at her and loved her.
Good morning, Miss Webster!"
| Somehow he had learned her name,
although Mary had no idea of his. She
nodded brightly, however.
The man passed up the aisle and
! disappeared. Evidently he had some
thing to do with the store, but he was
not salesman, for his hours were
different from the others. Mary, still
! smiling, was suddenly unpleasantly
aware that. Mr.. Bluming was at the
end of the aisle and that he was
watching her.
1T seems to me-" she said indig-
nantly, that I can't breathe any moro
without that man seeing it. He's al
ways looking at mel" She shivered
involuntarily. Zone thing sure, II he
stays around here talking like he did
yesterday and inviting me to dinner,
am going to ask to be changed up
stairs. Very good looking that young
man was and he has nice eyes and
teeth" She smiled at the memory, but
was suddenly sobered by the appear
ance Of the floor manager just across
the counter.
Good morning, Miss Mary. Did your
mirror tell you how pretty you look
today? There's a little curl resting
ever so lightly on your cheek that !
would like to kiss!"
Mary kept busily at her busting.
Where shall put these new
brooches, Mr.. Bluming? Would you
suggest q background of blue velvet in
the case?"
But he mistook the flush of annoy
ance for one Of pleasure and, disre-
garding her words. went on: BLUSH
ing is lost art. Miss Mary. It's very
becoming to you. By the way, aren't
you sorry you turned down my invi-
tation last night? But there's always
another day, and I'm not the kind that
takes oaense easily. How about to-
night?"
1--WE another engagement"
He regarded her steadily. Il don't
believe you know another soul in this
town." he said slowly, deliberately.
'You haven't another engagement"
Haven't l." she flashed. "You know
nothing about me. l may be engaged
to be married for all you know, Mr..
Bluming."
Mr.. Bluming was silent an instant
and his smile disappeared. Then he
laughed easily, Il don't believe it,
But he walked away and left Mary
in momentary peace.
| That night, after thinking things
over, Mary decided to do something.
Il must do something to convince
that man that THAT there is some
body who cares for me. And it can't
DO any harm. I can put it back at
closing time every night"
| So the next morning, while arrang-
ing her wares, Mary took from it's
place in the tray solitaire diamond
of carat weight and slipped it onto the
third finger of her left hand.
Good morning, Miss Webster!"
Mary hastily covered her hand and re-
turned the greeting. It was the man
with the nice eyes.
! Mr.. Bluming drew near. Mary has
tily turned the stone into view.
well, Miss Mary, good morning.
Another day gone, Ell? Well, there's
always OAO SOAA1AG. uoI Ivy AuOIIO.
The diamond caught his eye. Where
did you get that" he asked.
Il told you that perhaps l was
engaged"
We'll, don't believe it." His eyes
glittered. What if Id say l knew
where you got it, because l saw you
take it? Maybe you'll think better
now about dinner. If the manage.
ment knew"-he stopped
Mary waited, white to the lips.
will you conner
MOI"
Then" he turned Charlie, 20
ask Mr.. Taylor to come here, please"
I've sent for the store detective"
he explained. Its not too late yet"
Mary was silent.
Then down the aisle came the young
man with the nice yees.
You sent for me?' to Bluming.
YES" And the floor manager ex.
planned Mary's crime to the store de-
| tective while Mary stood as white and
| still as statue of white marble.
! Mr.. Taylor laughed easily. why
didn't you tell him the truth, Mary?
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