Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1919-07-11

store. She breathed freer and deeper
than usual. She really felt, without
knowing why, that she had taken a
step toward her own emancipation.
Whas if she did lose her job? At least
If she did, something might happen
there might be some adventure con-
nected with the next one, and in the
rut she had been keeping for two years
there was nothing but mOnOtOny. She
thought of the man she had just mani
cured. Really he hadn't disliked it be-
cause she told him the truth. He had
looked at her with interest. She had
at least surprised him and that was
more thar she had ever done to any
other customer in two years.
After the lunch hour, when Charlotte
was summoned to the office of the new
efficiency man, she thought only thai
perhaps he wanted to see all those who
had not attended his talk. She actually
did turn a little pale when she realized
that he was the same decidedly good
looking young man whose nails she
had recently manicured. She noticed
that the high polish had been rubbed
off. He asked her to take a chair be-
side his desk, and then he proceeded to
give her a little talk on efficiency pure
" for her W benefit. 1t was an A, 3,
G lesson in craftsmanship. He assumed
that she had never heard anything or
the sort before and assured her that II
she only plodded ahead in the way he
suggested she would reap her reward.
Success would be hers-she would
work herself out of the rank and file,
etc.
Then Charlotte waxed eloquent IN
reply. In fact, she rose and stood over
Mr.. Avery Bakers desk and her eyes
flashed as she talked to him.
sI'm through with this efficiency
game" she announced. "Tve been peg
ging away at it eve" since I came, and
I'm shampooing the same stupid peo-
pie and manicuring the same hands
and getting the same wages and tell
ing the same lies and hoping the same
hopes that 1 was two years ago. That
is. 1 went on hoping I'd get my reward
till this morning l realized that-that
there Just wasn't any reward. What do
you people mean when you talk about
forging ahead? Tell me, Mr.. Efficiency
Man, where is the golden opportunity
you're always holding up as an incen-
tivef"
Mr.. Avery Baker evaded the ques-
ton as tactfully as possible and saved
his reputation as an expert by assur-
ing Charlotte that her real trouble was
that she was a round peg in a square
hole. He said he had made a tour OF
the store that morning and had got his
nails manicured not because he cared
for high pOlish-she was really quite
right in saying what she did, though
If was very bad salesmanship-but to
fest the work of that department. He
had realized that she had the wrong
point of view and that is why he a
sent for her. Now he knew she had
ability and she was no longer to work
in the beauty department. She was to
be his assistant. She could talk ex-
+sGaesE xesI%th b haa lIst lioSsa
and she could help him n ms les'
sons in salesmanship.
1t was only two months later that
Avery Baker, after due deliberat1on,
realized that his entire happiness as
well as his complete efficiency depend
ed on his marrying Charlotte Day, and
Charlotte had in a measure decided
that. were the opportunity to arise for
her to accept a proposal from Mr..
Avery Baker, she would hesitate only
long enough for appearances sake.
you'll have to admit" laughed
Avery, "that I'm some efficiency man.
7 found YOU unsuccessful in the beauty
parlor and knew right away that you'd
double my own efficiency and achieve
my complete happiness If you became
my life partner"
Charlotte pondered a moment.
"Still," she said, "the reward didn't
come because 1 pegged ahead and did
my best the way I'd been told. 1t all
began the day 1 decided I'd break away
and forget the efficiency stuff. II Ia
gone on as 1 had for two years I'd be
counting Mrs. Armstrong; chins ana
Mrs. Peabody's warts"
Avery Baker looked quizzically into
Charlotte's face. Perhaps you are
right. In your case perhaps it was
better to break away. But, Charlotte,
dear, from the efficiency mans point OF
view it is a very unsatisfactory moral
for our little romance"