Gilpin observer., 1920-01-15

hOpcu you WOulQ De 6DIe 10 ucip
me-" continued Carlotta. II SO much
want to make a success of 1t. You
don't know what it means to me-"
"Tve sick husband and FIVE chill
dren to support" quoted Doyle absent
mindedly.
Its not as bad as that" replied Car
lotta. But If I could make my poor
mother comfortable"
"rll do what l can for you" broke
in Doyle hastily. "Mr. Cruikshank is
the man you ought to see."
But I don't want to see him." said
Carlotta. HE is sure to be cross. kven
his name sounds So"
II don't know about that. I don't
even know the man. mean. he's
head Of that department"
II shouldn't like to see him." Carlot-
ia spoke decidedly. 81 thought you
could help me. I forgot to tell you
that Mr.. Smith gave me your name
Mr.. Morton Smith. He is distant rel
ative, and is interested in helping me-"
You are related to Morton Smith,"
To himself Doyle added: "How in
thunder does he let you do thing like
this?"
"Yes; he is most anxious to see me
succeed" replied Carlotta.
"I'n do what can"
Doyle felt like G criminal. To aid
and abet a girl of Miss Smiths stamp
make of herself a successful agent Of
Pickwick's Superior Paper, was unpar-
donable. Yet, considering the poor old
mother, he must do what he could.
"Tll see the cranky Cruikshank. as
you call him. If can't urge him, I'll
beat him into accepting your paper.
In one way or another, you see. I am
sure to succeed"
"When shall I call again?" inquired
Carlotta.
"What part of the city do you can
vass tomorrow" asked Doyle.
around State and Pearl, think"
Carlotta spoke with some hesitation.
II get my luncheon near there" said
Doyle. 81 could meet you at Lincoln
park, and it would save your coming
way up here"
every WELL" said Carlotta. "You
see, I've never been an agent before, SO
As Doyle bade Carlotta good-by. he
felt deep thrill of sympathy.
"Ten minutes late" was Mr.. Doyle's
greeting when he met Miss Smith the
next day. II hope that means you have
had successful morning"
Carlotta slowly shook her head.
I'm so sorry" There was a world
Of sympathy in Doyle's voice. "And
have bad news, too"
How he hated to make Carlotta look
less happy than she did when she came
to meet him across the park!
did Mr.. Cruikshank live up to the
reputation of his name?"t Carlotta
smiled bravely as she asked the ques-
tion.
'Taking time by the forelock," an
swered Doyle, II inquired for Cruik-
shank as soon as you left yesterday. 1
was directed to the room that used to
be Miss Glyn's. There, sitting at his
own desk, and with his feet on his own
footstool, was Hon. James Gordon
Cruikshank
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man who came in while we were talk
ing. He must have heard me say he
was crank. and you said you would
beat him. Is there anything left Of
you, Mr.. Doyle?"
II am old Cruikshank's firm friend
for life." replied Doyle. "You bet
didn't think it was funny. but he
seemed to get lot Of enjoyment out
of it. He was such brick in over
actually parted friends, even though
he refused to take the Pickwick paper.
Says he has nothing against what we
are now using"
"What trials there are for agents. I
am glad I am not a real one" MUIR
INJURED Carlotta.
"Was that agent business n joker
demanded Doyle wrathfully.
"Far from it." replied Carlotta. ~
was never more serious in my life. To
begin at the beginning-two nights ago.
at dinner, my father called me names.
He said l was simply u butterfly
without more serious thoughts of the
future than what frock should wear
to the next assembly.
II replied that 1t was all the fault
Of circumstances. That I could even
earn my own living, II It were neces-
sary. OF course, my father hOoted al
that. To make a long story short, II
ended in a wager. / was to prove to
him that l could be self-supporting
He bet couldn't.
II decided that becoming an agen
would be quicker than anything else
From my unsuspecting cousin got the
name Of Bolton company, as employ
ing large numbers of typewriters. Yor
can guess how glad was when ht