The Prescott daily news., 1920-06-29
A FAILURE
By LILLIAN R. READ
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 in great numbers.
 Among them, on this partHu'al
 afternoon. was Doris Ruskin, who wa
 being pursued by three of the mos
 popular young men of the town, eaci of whom sought the privilege or ac
 companying her home But the girl was dexterous skater, and she led then merry chase around the lake keep ing we'll ahead of them until she was nearly exhausted. Then in her ex citement, as she turned her head te see how closely she was pursued, she bumped into somebody with greal | force, and they both went sprawlins on the ice.
 "Oh, Billy, I'm sorry. Did 1 hurt youY She could not restrain her laughter when she saw the blank LOOK on his face as he picked himself up and clumsily assisted her to her feet
 No. Are you hurt?" Doris had turned her ankle, and found that she could not walk without support. q guess hurt my ankle, 7 she said. Would you mind taking off my skates"
 He assisted her to seat on the shore, and proceeded to remove the skates. He was very much confused at first, for Billy Weston was not at all popular among the young people of the town, especially the girls. Even fin high school he had been regarded | by his classmates as queer sort of | a chap.
 But Doris Ruskin, who had been in his class, had always pitied him, and wished that they might become better acquainted, so she took this oppor- tunity. T guess I'll have to ask you to assist me home, Billy, for I really | can't walk alone"
 She chatted gaily all the way home, telling of her experience at business college, and later of her new position in the bank
 By the way, Billy, what have you been doing since graduation?" she in- quired.
 | The boys Nead dropped. What had he done? All he could truthfully say was, Nothing"
 "Why," the girl calculated, q thought you were going to be news paper man. You always had such big ideas at school, you know" "Yes, that's just 1t, Doris, big ideas and that is all. just can't get any where. I've written and written, stories, advertisements and everything else, but no one would buy them. No pep they always say. And here I am, broke, without even typewriter. That would help me immensely in my writing, but-oh, what's the use !"
 You poor boy" Doris said, consol- ingly. T wish could help you" Thanks, but it's no use. I'm hopeless failure.
 They had reached her home. and as he turned to leave he took her hand. Doris" he said, softly, q don't know why l told you all that I did. Some how you seemed so friendly and kind -so different from the others" I'm glad you did tell me" Doris said, flor l think can help you. Won't you come over tomorrow even- Ing and bring some of the ads you have written? I have typewriter you know, and I should like very much to see some of your work"
 The next evening Billy came, ana they sat down together to look over his work. 'These ads are greatl" the girl cried enthusiastically. It was several hours later when they looked at the clock, and Billy arose to leave. They had worked hard and accomplished lot of work.
 Now, MT. Billy" spoke the "gen. eral manager" tomorrow the big work begins. You take these ads and show them to the managers of all inc principal stores in town. Tell them that they need your ads; that the use Of them in the daily newspapers will double and treble their trade. Make them buy. Don't take No for an answer"
 The next evening Billy rushed into Doris house without even ringing the Dell. He was brimming over With on. shusiasm, and his dark eyes sparkled as they had not sparkled in years They took 'emi" he cried. "Tbought they were great. I've sold every one and have orders for more."
 The good work continued, and for weeks and months the two labored m untiringly, selling their work as fas, as they could produce 1t. Then tha climax came. A large newspaper con. stin in nearby city heard of Woe tons work, and he obtained var,,