The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1918-01-24

where she had slipped, and there stick
ing in the mud was her rubber. ]
stopped to pick ii up, and beside IL
was folded piece Of writing paper
that she must have dropped. / picked
them both up, and here they are"
Eric pulled out the drawer of his
desk and brought out the rubber and
paper for inspection.
Eyes, but what was written on the
paper?" Grant asked, still on the scent
% a romance.
I'm coming to that" Eric continued.
Il opened the paper to see if Ii was
valuable. and, say, there is some of the
most brilliant little advertising writing
on that paper that you ever read. If
that girl wrote them she is just the
woman we want for ad writer for our
speciality department. I've been look
ing for competent person ever since
we opened it-one who can write q
little different from the average-and
in this person / think I've found one"
"You haven't found her yet"
Geordie muttered thoughtfully
II know | haven't, but I'm going to
keep on advertising until | do. and
you can tell that TO the boys of the
club, toow Eric emphasized the fact
by bringing his feet down on his desk
with a bang.
Grant tried to talk a little longer,
but he saw that Eric wanted to get
rid Of him.
'I'll bet you marry her if you do find
her, Eric. old boyi" he remarked as he
was leaving. But Eric pretended not
to have heard.
Just after five that evening, after the
last of the office staff had gone, Eric
heard a timid knock on his door. 1t
sounded as if it might be the girl he
was waiting for, and he opened the
door eagerly. Sure enough, the young
woman of the day before was before
him.
you are Mr.. Spencer, are you not?"
she asked somewhat shyly.
Eyes; and you are the young woman
who lost your rubber" he answered
with smile. II have been expecting
you"
After the rubber had been restored
to her pretty foot, she hesitated a mo-
ment then asked:
"You did not see anything of
piece of paper with typewriting on it,
when you picked up the rubber, did
you?"
as this it?" he asked, as he took 1t
from his desk
"Oh. yesl" she said eagerly. taking
1t from him. 81 am so glad I have not
lost 1t for good. for there are some
things here that 1 don't think l could
remember TO write again."
II read them" he said. did you
write them yourself? Are they orig
inal?"
Eyes. all of them" she replied. 81
am practicing writing small advertise
ments that are different. 1 am trying
to secure a position as ad writer for
some firm. l am taking these as sam
pies of my work. but I have been I'M
successful so far. Do you think they
show promise?"
"Yes. very great promise" he ans
wered in tone that she knew was not
flattering. "And 1t was because of
them that l inserted that ad in the
papers. Would you accept a position
as advertisement writer in our spe-
cialty department, If the salary suits
you?"
'Do you mean it?' she asked. hardly |
able to credit her ears. II would be
so glad to accept it."
1t was some weeks later that Eric |
net Geordie Grant
did you find Miss Cinderella yet, |
md did the rubber ftp" Geordie asked |
With the same old laugh.
'You bet did. Geordie." Eric
aughed back. "And don't be bit sur
)rised If your prophesy about my mar
wing her comes true. She is just as
inc girl as she is an ad writer, and
hats saying lot"