News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1916-01-12

10000, though 1t seemed million, bul
only 5000 altogether.
Are you sure?'' asked Peale and
Rodney in one breath. aren't there
any more?"
Quite sure" said Mary.
Positive" said Miss Burke.
"Are you certain sure there aren't
any more of them anywhere 2" repeat
ed Ambrose.
Search me-" said the Office boy.
1t was true; only 5000 Of the lot had
been delivered.
The company's three officers made
dash for their telephones. Peale got
374 Schuyler, Mary 480 Audubon and
Rodney 276 Broad in a jiffy, only to be
told that there was no more soap in
stock. In each instance the news was
conveyed in a cool and uncordial tone
that gave them to understand there
was nothing more doing in that quar-
ter. What was the matter?
Peale turned round and stared at his
companions and partners aghast.
"Well, wouldn't that get youy' he
calculated.
Rodney was the most crestfallen of
them all, for an idea had come to him
Of the true reason Of things.
ITS the pater," he said in q quiet
tone that carried conviction HE shut
down OH u.s.
Mary set her lips and nodded her
head in her turn, for the same idea had
occurred to her. She was afraid it
was all too true. AS one sometimes,
even in a nightmare, tells oneself this
horrible sensation is dream, so she
told herself now this cruel, horrible
refusal to give them more soap was
only a part of old Mr.. Martins bluff
to make Rodney work, one more of his
"scenes" in his grand scheme to trans
form Rodney from an idle rich mans
son into a real money getter; that to-
morrow, in real life, the other cakes
would come.
In one mental flash she would see
the thing this way and now that.
Then she began to look on the more
practical side of things, to turn round
and see where they stood. An order
for 5000 cakes in itself was not so
bad. 1t was the very largest they had
ever received, at any rate. They
would ship the 5000 promptly and
Brown u James would pay cash for
them in ten days. She made rapid
calculation. They We're giving old Mr..
Martin cents a cake for them and |
would get $4,000 back. That would |
mean $3.50. She smoothed out the
frown i'll her pretty forehead and an
nounced aloud:
well, it means about $1,000 to us, |
and cash too. After ALL that's not SO
bad"
Peale cheered up Immediately.
Cash." he repeated, rolling the word
round in his mouth and tasting it.
The most beautiful word in the Eng
fish language"
Except one" said Rodney, looking
at Mary.
(Which ISL" Peale queried.
Love-" said Rodney.
mo, cash." said Peale. "Why, look
here. Think what this means-$3, OOO."
"We'l 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 it. I'll show it
to the advertising agents. They'll
trust me on the strength of that"
1t proved a help indeed, this cash,
when it came on in due course, but
not a cure. 1t vanished like smoke in
thin air, like cream before a 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 a day when the end
ment, seemed much nearer than the
first, a day when time, which Peale
said was the same thing as money,
seemed very much like time, and short
line at that, and very little like real
money. To make matters worse Peale
meanwhile had swung round the circle
lgain, waving his letter of credit
md running up lot more in the way
If bills on new advertising. He had
;cooted off for week and never let
he Office know by so much as tele-
gram where he was. Then, as cheer
July as he had gone, he blew home
lgain one day, announcing that he had
contracted for about $4,000 worth of
advertising in Boston. Baltimore, Phil
ldelphia, Washington and few other
astern metropolises. He declared It
vas the greatest advertising campaign
yer undertaken since George w. Adj
'ertising was young man.
For a self respecting bookkeeper it !
vas all dreadfully disheartening; Mary
ighed and found it very difficult. Max
ne five go into two was nothing COM
AIRED with the effort to make 500,
o into S133.13.
For little while the days passed I'M
drawing nearer the inevita-
lie end. Then came the last day of the
lonth. and Nary's blue devils were
cry large and blue. The day passed ,
uietly enough in the Is Soap COM
any's offices, so far as outward signs
avealed it: there were few callers.
ones being out of the way. though ,