The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1918-02-07

where she had slipped. and there STICK
Ing Ia the mud VAS her rubber. !
stopped 10 pick Il w and beside II
was folded piece Of writing paper
that she must have dropped | picked
them both un. and here they are"
Erie pulled ont the drawer OF his
desk and brought out the rubber aud
papcr Tor inspection.
Eyes, but what was written 90 tho
paperT Gunt asked, stiI on thp scent
uf o romance.
'rm coming 10 that" Erie continued
II opened the paper 60 see II II wac
valuable, and. say. there Is some " tho
most brilliant little advertising writing
On that paper that you ever read. IL
That SRI wrote them she il just the
woman We want FOR ud writer FOR our
speciality department I've been look
INK for a competent person ever since
We opened IL lone who can write q
little different from the average and
Ia this person think I've found one"
lffU NANFh I ANNitN itti ghts
Ceordle muttcrcd thoughtfully
Il know haven't. but I'm going TO
keep on advertising until do, and
you can tell that TO the boys of tho
club, toow Erie emphasized the fact
by bringing his feet down ON his desk
With n bang.
Grant tried TO Talk little longer,
hut he saw that Erie wnnted TO get
rid OF him.
EN- bet you marry her II you do find
her, Eric old boy I" he remarked ms he
was leaving. But Eric pretended not
TO have heard.
Just after five that evening, after tho
last Of the office stnff had gone, Erie
heard timid knock on his door II
sounded as II II might be the girl he
was waiting for, and he opened the
door eagerly. Sure enough, the young
woman Of the dny before was before
him.
you are Mr.. Spencer, are you notf"
she asked somewhat shyly.
Eyes; and you are the young woman
who lost your rubber" he answered
with a smile. II have been expecting
you"
After the rubber had been restored
to her pretty foot. she hesltated mo-
mcnt then asked:
"YOu did not see anything ct a
piece OF paper with typewrltlng on 1t.
when you picked up the rubber, did
you?"
rs this itg" he asked, as he took II
from his desk
"Oh, yesl" she said eagerly, taking
It from him. 81 am SO glad have not
lost II for good, for there are some
thing, here that don't think | could
remember to write again"
81 read them" he said. "Did you
write them yourself? Are they orig.
inal7'
"Yes, all Of them" she replied. II
am proctIcing writing small advertise
ments that IRE different. / am trying
to secure position as ad writer for
some firm. ! am taking these as sam
pies OF my work, but ] have been I'M
successful so for, DO you think they
show promise?"
"Yes, very great PROMISE" he ans
wered In n tone that she knew was not
fatterlng. And II was because Of
them that inserted that nd in the
papers Would you accept a position
as advertisement writer In our spe-
cialty department, If the salary suits
you"
''Do you mean itT' she asked, hardly
able 10 credit her ears. II would be
so glad to accept IT,"
II was some weeks later that Eric
met GeOrdle Grant.
Ibid you find Miss Cinderella yet.
and did the rubber flt?" Geordie asked
with the same old laugh.
"YOu bet I did, Geordle," Eric
laughed back. "And don't be bit sur
prlsed If your prophesy about my mar
rylng her comes true. She Is just as
fine n girl as she Is an ad writer, and