The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1916-11-08
WHAT MAIDIE MISSED
BY ELSIE SEE.

your head?" asked her mother.
"Oh, who knows but / might write
a best seller some day with work
ing girl for heroine?" retorted
Maidie Smilingly.
III Judson has any jobs open that
call for unskilled labor" said her
father, run along; it will do You no
harm"
Uncle Jud's letter says that he's
game to give me a chance to- make
good" said Maidie. HE says his fill
ing department is managed by wo-
man who has three assistants and
that L may come and fill a vacancy
that will occur next week, and he
won't let on to a soul that I'm re-
lated to him. Won't it be fun?'''
When Maidie entered upon her of
flee duties the next week she found
everything of interest, in the big Of
fees of her uncle's wholesale shoe
business
Miss Mason" said the head filing
clerk to Maidie toward the end of
the second week, 'the advertising
manager is going to send one of his
assistants over here to look through
all orders received from ten large ac-
counts in the Middle West since his
advertisements came out in the farm
papers, and l wish you to help find
the orders. Here comes the young
man now. Mr.. Webster. Miss Mason
VIII help you to find the orders and
to tabulate the information you
want"
For an hour or more Maidie and
the young man worked away without
word.
What lot of people wear two
dollar Shoes" said Maidie after a
sly peep at the modish shoes worn
Dy her c0-Worker and satisfied
glance at her own six-dollar pumps.
And what lot of money this firm
spends advertising Them said young
webster. Five thousand dollars for
a farm paper campaign! At twenty
hve cents profit on one pair it would
take four pairs to net one dollar and
tWenCy thousand pairs to net five
thousand dollars. And think what
| fellow could get besides two-dollar
shoes with the forty thousand dollars
/ those twenty thousand pairs would
! cost"
For instance?' Maidie's inquiry
/ was born of her interest to know
| what such an alert young man would
/ fancy.
4 of i IL,
to invest in the business here to hope
to draw more than fifteen per-"
| "A personal telegram for you, Web
1 ster,' called out clerk, pointing out
to Il waiting messenger boy. Webster
! received the message. opened and read
! 1t, and started to purse his lips for
another whistle, but refrained.
! Il believe you've been a mascot,
: Miss Mason; for this is royal good
news. 1t begins to look as if my ship
/ is coming in. VIII you continue as
mascot by wishing me well on a jour-
ney this telegram asks me to maker
Certainly, if you'll promise not to
! snub me next time we meet"
Please don't take me for a cad,
but it may be many weeks before l
( return"
by that time 1 shall have lost my
job, for Miss Giles is glaring at me
this minute" Maidie looked I'D with
naive smile. IF she turns me off.
Will you take me as a deckhand when
! your ship comes in?"
Agreed" said young Webster, ex-
tending his hand. Goodbye"
Maidie found the daily repetition
of the same work becoming 50 monot-
onous that she decided to Join her
mother at the seashore the following
/ week.
Game to your senses too late to
meet the catch of the season." said
her mother. Captain Wares nephew.
to whom the old captain Left his big
fortune, has been here"
Did he open up that queer old
cottage next door to Aunt Mary's?"
yes, and was in and out of YOUR
Aunt Mary's house quite informally,
she having been one of the few
| friends here of his eccentric uncle
Since l missed him, I'll make
amends by going at once to see Aunt
Mary" laughed Maidie.
AS she entered the flower garden
in the rear of her aunt's cottage, Maid
lie fell into reverie from which she
was awakened by step on the gravel
walk. Looking up, she met the sur
prised eyes of young Webster.
Miss Mason! What good fortune
brings you here?"
"The good fortune of having Mrs.
| Warren for my aunt"
And it's my good fortune to have
her for a neighbor since my ship
came in and brought me the house
| next door as part of legacy from
my uncle. Do you remember our
agreement about there being a place
! for you on my ship?'
"As deckhand?" Maidie smilingly
glanced at her dainty summer gown.
Not as deckhand, but as mate and
mascot all in one, and no uniform
/ hn