Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-02-23
CHAPTER XVI.
Ambrose PeaIe.

| NHNP IEH XVI.
Ambrose PeaIs.
HEALE took up the refrain next
II and talked to Mr.. Martin about
advertising.
| But nowadays it isn't only
| people who have stoves to sell or tooth
! brushes that are spending money on
publicity" he began. Banks are adj
vertising for money, nations for immi-
grants, colleges for students. cities for
citizens and churches for congrega-
! tons. and you sit there thinking /.
doesn't pay to advertise"
"Si1 hundred and sixteen million dol
lars were spent last year in magazines
and newspapers, billboards and cleo
trio signs," recited Mary.
Bringing education and comfort and
fun and luxury to the people of the
United States" said Rodney. Its ro-
nance, father, the romance of printing
presses, of steel rails, of the wireless
Of trains and competition, the romance
of modern business, and it's all built
on advertising. Why, advertising is
the biggest thing in this country. and
it's only just begun"
Well" said Mr.. Martin, when you
boys get through talking and you're
fiat broke and down and out come
around and see me- I'll show you an
old business that has lot of money,
that isn't radical and that manages to
keep going without wasting fortune
in fool advertising"
Then you won't let us get any
soaps" asked Rodney.
Risk my business reputation on a
silly scheme like dollar soap? should
say not. You may be crazy. but I'm
not" ..
eyes, you are" said Mary. beginning
to lose her temper. .@
d "Oh, come on" said Peale impa-
tiently. whats the use Of talking to
man whose brain Is deaf?'
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 little. especially for
Rodney's benefit, and she scolded
Peale outright. She was sure she
could have managed the old gentleman
II she had been allowed to do it in her
own intuitive woman's way, and she
told both the boys SO fatty. What was
the use Of spouting all those statistics7
What they wanted was $4,000 cakes
Of soap. not 5000 words Of advertising
talk. What impression had they made
on the soap king? Not the slightest.
"Now, don't you be too sure" inter.
rupted Ambrose. Just let 1t sink in
and rankle 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
cast and discouraged. His unfailing
good nature was cloaked and yelled
little and no mistake. He was blue.
What was worse his blues listed, of
and on, this time for almost two weeks.
As the criminal returns to the scene
Of his crime SO Ambrose's spirit was
drawn back to his old haunts of the
show world again.
Hello. Mr.. Pe-e-elev'
He turned to see the countess" They
were in front Of the City Square hotel.
and she was headed for the revolving
doors on Forty-second street. Peale
gravitated at once to her side and
jumped into the whirling compartment
behind her.
"Well, CUTIE" he said as they drop
ped down together on lounge In the
crowded corridor, what are you up
to-"
You're a grand little guy" said the
countess agreeably: II like you"
= But all the time her eyes roved about
the place as II she were looking for
another man.
"How are you getting Aong now"
she went on. "As far as I'm concerned,
trim Everybody you can. You're there,
Ambrose, you're there"
{ "But we're on the level" Peale as
.sured her
80 an IT. said the countess.
III you were I'd give you a Job"
laughed Peale.
"Me work on job!' cried the count
ess. There's no excitement in that
Why, now every time meet cop
get thrill"
II know-I know; the dull life Is
dull" Peale agreed. II wonder IL !
ought to marry you and reform your
mo, Ambrose" said the countess
quite sincerely; II wouldn't do such a
. thing to you as marry you. could
talk to you about your needing a low
Ing, faithful wife. and maybe you do
Mt that. But the trouble with me is
I'd rather trim a guy out of hundred
than earn thousand. So leave me
lay, kid, leave me lay
At this moment Peale, following her
gaze, saw what she was looking for,
and apparently "it' was Ellery Clark.
Ellery, in full evening war paint, was
wandering up and. down evidently look
ing for her.
"shall l bring him over7" asked
Peale.
mo-" said the countess; walt mo-
ment want to talk to you q second
about Ellery. He's kind Of stuck on
me-" she added shyly.
"say, I'm for you" broke In Peale,
''but II you're aiming to trim Nllery /
can't help you there; it'd DO too. easy
Easy! You don't know Ellery! Hes
wise all right, I" She protested.
''say. don't like Ellery, saN Peale
quickly. "but e you're planning 70