The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1922-05-19

I
posed there were so many pretty, we'll
| dressed girls In the world.
First off I'm goin' to get me a real
city suit of Clothes" he promised him
self. This here wrinkled outfit is
some too woolly for the big town. It's
a good suit yet-'most as good as when
l bought 1t at the Boston store In
Tucson three years ago. But l reckon
III save 1t to go home In"
He stopped In front of store above
which was the legend 81. 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
I of quality clothes, my friendt." he sug-
! gested.
you've pegged me right" agreed
the westerHer 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 a stranger to the city," he ex-
planned.
rack and held 1t at arms length to adj
mire it. His fingers caressed the wool
of 1t lovingly. He evidently could
bring himself to part with 1t only after
a struggle.
"Worsted. Fine goods" He leaned
toward the range-rider and whis-
pered O secret. Imported"
Clay shook his head. Not what l
want" His eyes ranged the racks.
This is more my notion Of the sort Of
thing 1 like" He pointed to 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 1t. Then he fell back,
eyes lit with enthusiastic amazement.
Only fate could have brought together
this man and this suit, so manifestiy
destined for each other since the hour
when Eve began to patch up fig leaves
for Adam.
Like coat of paint" he murmured
aloud.
The cowpuncher grinned. He under
ing 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, its style, its dur
ability, the perfect fit. He covered his
subject with artistic thoroughness.
Then, reluctantly. he confided In a
he ri hr
Ing to sacrifice this suit among suits.
ITO you, my friendt, / make this
garment for only sixty-flve 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
a 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 1t again.
"One swell piece of goods" he told
himself softly, almost with tears In his
eyes:
"All wool, you say?v asked Clay, feel
ing the texture. He had made up his
mind to buy 1t, though be 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 it from
me that when l sell suit of clothes
1t Is like l am dealing with my
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.
"Fifty-ive dollars-to you"
"Tll 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
hin IN cipher that the suit had cost
him just eleven dollars and seventy
five cents.
Half an hour later Clay sat on top
of 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 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 tle park tempted Clay. It's wind
ing paths The children playing on
the grass while their maids In neat |
caps and aprons gossiped together on
the benches nearI This was the most |
human spot the man from Arizona |
had seen In the metropolis.
Somewhere In the early three-fgure |
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