Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-04-21
A Split
Commission
By LILLIACE MITCHELL
g. 1922, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicat


last drop of coffee at the breakfast
table with an eye on his watch, which
was propped up before him, and one
eye on the bOarder who sat across the
table. He did not want to be late
again, for old Manson was getting
grouchy of late. When the waitress
came in and said that Mr.. Manson
was on the telephone and wished to
speak to Mr.. cambridge, John fairly
gasped.
There are half a dozen agents out
there right on the ground to show
this fellow the place." he heard Man
son saying Nevertheless, I think
that we should be represented. I'll
leave the car at the corner and go
down town the rest of the way on the
L. You skip out there and hang
around. If we could make the sale it
would mean a fat commission for you,
cambridge. Go to it. Get it!'
cambridge was one of the younger
statesmen in the realty corporation and
as yet somewhat IMMERSED in sales
talk. AS he hurried toward the cor
ner to get into the sedan which was
waiting there, he shifted at the air of
the early morning, and thought what a
wonderful day it would be in the
country where he was going. He
wished that he knew some charming
girl to take with him, somebody who
loved the smell of clean, fresh coun-
try air. He rapidly thought over the
list of girls he knew. 1t was a short
list and they all lived fairly near.
He stopped before the Adams
house and ElOise herself answered the
door. She blushed scarlet when she
saw him and asked him to step inside.
81 got up late" she began apologize
ing, land / haven't had a chance yet
to"
"Oh, well, never mind" John Balm
bridge cut in; "Thad to drive out to
the country and / thought" he eyed
her soiled frock and her unlaced boots
distaStefully.
IF you'd phoned," she began, "but
now it would take me a half-hour-"
Better luck next time" he said as
he hurried off. He gave short whis-
tie as he showed in the clutch. But
she surely is charming in the eve
ning!"
At Anna Compton's the maid an
swered the door. a saucy maid, who
did not trouble to go upstairs, but
who called up that gentleman want
ed to see Miss Anna. He heard Annals
voice, now more on the querulous or
der than the lifting, laughter-loving
voice that he knew.
"That doorbeil wakened me! Send
him away; he's probably man with
coupons from some photograph studio
or somebody wanting something's
1t was an almost dazed young John
cambridge who again stepped into the
sedan belonging to the Acme Realty
corporation. The time was fleeing
and he must start out for the long
drive that was ahead of him. He could
not risk being late, and yet it seemed
a pity to take such a good drive alone
when some one else might as we'll en-
| Joy it, too. Besides, he would like
company. The traffic was getting heavy
now and so he took a short cut up a
side street He saw a few familiar
houses and remembered Mary O'Brien
lived along here in one of these houses.
He saw the very house now and un-
| decidedly drew up at the big white
stone in front that pointed out the
fact that they had once had enough
carriage company" to use block.
Here again the girl of the house
answered the door-Mary O'Brien
herself Her hair was smooth and
prettily dressed and her shoes were
we'll polished, strapped ones that were
fastened properly. Her apron, though,
| was a mass Of blue and yellow
streakS.
"Hello, Jacket" she greeted with a
wide smile. Thought you never were
| going to come around any more. Come
| on In"
81 can't" he temporized, 81 stopped
| Just for a minute. You see, I'm going
to take long drive out into the coun-
| try to try to sell a wealthy CONNER
cial artist gentleman's country place
! and had room in the car and thought
maybe you'd like to drive along"
| Her eyes danced. I'D love It'll" she
exclaimed enthusiastically.
But" he went on evenly, I'll
| thought maybe you'd be dressed
enough to go-Tve got to get there
at once"
| But Mary was already tugging at
! her apron that covered her from neck
to hem. 1.-THE kitchen needed painting
and 1 thought that Mary O'Brien,
house artist, might as well do the
Job. But I'm all dressed. Just let
me get a hat and cover the paint jar
so it won't dry up"
She now had the apron off and a
neat dark blue frock was revealed.
Eyes, Jack Bainbridge. Don't know,
I suppose in time for lunch" he heard
her telling her mother. "Al righty!"
And all the wey out to the town
where the wealthy commercial artist
lived, or rather was stopping at the
hotel Mary O'Brien told him of all