The Lamar register., 1920-08-11
Then Comes
tuesday
By CRAWFORD LUTTRELL

tG 1920 by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate
Now, Monday, as everybody knows,
Is the bluest day in the week, and
there was no exception to the general
rule In the case or Hart Meehan. al
though she had recently reached the
apex OF her ambition by being made
head of the piece-goods department In
Bloomstein's big store on the avenue.
She was the first woman who had
ever had such an exalted position
there, and she had on the great day
of her sweet success felt that she was
the happiest woman In the whole wide
world. But on this particular Mon
day, although the sun shone and the
elusive fragrance of spring was In the
air, Hart, trim In her chic blue tricO-
tine suit and smart little hat with It's
1aring wings, was subtly aware that
something had gone wrong, but she
was not willing definitely to define her
grievance even to herself.
She looked casually in the attractive
windows OF Black & Sons just to see
what they were showing as specials
= that day. and she was instantly con
scious of the fact that the wsll-known
ngure OF a man was there and thai he
was skillrully draping yards and yards
OF fiesh-colored georgette and con
spicuously displaying cards on which
had been printed the startling an
nouncement. "Georgette for Summer
Dresses-s2.50 Yard"
Hart. thoroughly aroused over such
competition and what II would mean
TO her own daily sales, stopped per
fectly still. then moved nearer the big
plate glass window and peered through
II In an effort TO critically examine
the quality OF the material. Georgette
at two nifty per yard Why. any frm
would lose money on such a PROPOSE
ton. She was all business at that min
ute.
IL was only when the man turned
his head and saw her standing there
as II rooted TO the spot that the sue
cess or failure Of the piece goods de
pArtment at BlOomstein's suddenly
faded into insignincance and Hart. in
stantly crimson. was conscious Of only
one thing. and that was that big Bill
Maloney was looking at her out Of his
laughing blue gray Irish eyes and nod
ding good humoredly Just as II he had
not taken the cold cream demonstra-
tor with the blondlned marcel out TO
lunch without SO much as q by-your-
leave from her when he pretended to
love her and had asked her to marry
him.
OF course. she had refused him
again only two nights before, but Bill
had never taken her at her word. had
always laughed and lifting her slen.
der well cared for hands, had kissed
their cool finger tips and told her that
some day they would be losing their
polish when she cooked and washed
dishes for hlm.
TN neither cook nor wash dishes
for any man" she had scornfully told
him. and BIZ had stopped smiling for
q minute and then he had turned away
and had run down the boarding house
steps Just In tims TO catch the last
car
That had been Friday night sstur-
day noon she had fingered In the rest
rooms at the stors so that she would
not appear to be too keen to meet
Bill at the entrance OF the store. where
be had always waited to take her TO
lunch and to finish out their half-holi-
day by going TO matinee together.
She had finally made her tardy sp-
pearsnce only to have the very breath
IN her throat choked back at sight Of
Bill walking jsuntily on beside the
loud dizzily blond cold cream demon
strator who had been holding forth
for six days In Bloomstein's. bit
daZed. Hart watched them 60 through
the revolving doors into the smart new
tearoom that had just been opened
across the avenue. She had then
rushed home In q frenzy OF indigna-
ton.
Saturday night had come and gone.
An endless Sunday had somehow
dragged itself wearily TO a close. And
now Monday morniDg-with Black
Sons advertising georgette TO sell at
a price below cost. 1t was true enough
that when II rains IL pours.
Hart stifiy returned Bilrs warming
smile. although her heart leaped at
the sudden glow in his Irish blue-grsy
eyes
Once inside the ornate doors Of
Bloomstein's Hart called for the ad-
yertising manager and brusquely de
manded that an east window be