Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-07-28


posed there were so many pretty, we'll
dressed girls In the world.
First off I'm goin' to get me real
city suit of Clothes" he promised him
| self. This hera wrinkled outfit is
some too woolIy for the big town. It's
| a good suit yet-'most as good as when
l bought it at the Boston store in
Tucson three years ago. But I reckon
I'll save it to goahome in"
He stopped in front Of a store above
which was the legend II. Bernstein,
Mems Garments" A small man with
sharp little eyes and well-defined nose
was standing in the doorway.
Might you would want a good suit
of quality clothes, my friendt," he sug
gested.
you've pegged me right" agreed
the westerner with his ready smile.
| Lead me to it."
Mr.. Bernstein personally conducted
| his customer to the suit department.
II wait on you myself on account you
was stranger to the city," he ex-
planned.
The little man took a suit from q
rack and held 1t at arms length to adj
| mire it. His fingers caressed the woof
| of it lovingly. He evidently could
| bring himself to part with it only after
struggle.
"Worsted. Fine goods" He leaned
| toward the range-rider and whis-
pered a secret. Imported"
Clay shook his head. Not what I
| want" His eyes ranged the racks.
"This is more my notion of the sort of
| thing l like" He pointed to a blue
| serge with a little stripe in the pat
| tern.
The dealer detached the coat low
ingly from the hanger and helped his
customer into it. Then he fell back,
eyes lit with enthusiastic amaZement.
Only fate could have brought together
| this man and this suit, so manifestly
| destined for each other since the hour
when Eve began to patch up fig leaves
| for Adam.
Like coat Of paint" ne murmured
| aloud.
| The cowpuncher grinned. He under
stood the business that went with sell
ing a suit in some stores. But it hap
pened that he liked this suit himself.
"How much?" he asked.
The owner of the store dwelt on the
merits Of the suit, it's style, it's dur
ability, the perfect fit. He covered his
subject with artistic thoroughness.
Then, reluctantly, he confded in q
whisper the price at which he was go
ing to sacrifice this suit among suits.
''To you, my friendt, l make this
garment for only sixty-t1ve dollars"
He added another secret detail. "Below
wholesale cost"
A little devil of mirth lit in Lind
says eye. I'D hate to have you rob
| yoreself like that. And me a perfect
stranger to you too"
"Qvality, y understan' me. Which
man must got to live garments like
1 done to appreciate such a suit. All
wool. Every thread of IL. Unshrink-
able" Mr.. Bernstein caressed it again.
Zone swell piece Of goods" he told
himself softly, almost with tears in his
eyes.
"All wool, you say?" asked Clay, feel
ing the texture. He had made up his
mind to buy it, though he thought the
price a bit stiff.
Mr.. Bernstein protested on his honor
that there was not thread of cotton
in 1t. (Which you could take 1t from
me that when sell suit Of clothes
| 10 10 II ~
own brother" he added. Every gar
ment out of this store takes my per-
sonal guarantee"
Clay tried on the trousers and looked
at himself In the glass. So far as he
could tell he looked just like any other
New Yorker.
The dealer leaned forward and spoke
In a whisper. Apparently he was
ashamed of his softness Of heart
"F1fty-five dollars-to you"
| "Pll take It," the westerner said.
The clothier called his tailor from
the rear of the store to make an ad-
| justment in the trousers. Meanwhile
he deity removed the tags which told
him in cipher that the suit had cost
him just eleven dollars and seventy
| five cents.
Half an hour later Clay sat on top
Of a Fifth avenue bus which was jerk
ing its way uptown. His shoes were
shined to mirror brightness. He was
CARRIED In blue serge suit with little
stripe running through the pattern.
That suit just now was the apple of
his eye. 1t proved him a New Yorker
and not wild man from the Arizona
desert.
The NOTORIOUS ran up Fifth avenue
cut across to Broadway. passed Co
lumbus circle, and swept into the Drive.
| 1t was day divinely young and fair.
The fragrance of a lingering spring
was waited to the nostrils. Glimpses
of the park tempted Clay. Its wind
ing pathsl The children playing on
| the grass while their maids in neat
caps and aprons gossiped together on
the benches near! This was the most
human spot the man from Arizona
had seen in the metropolis.