Evening star., 1923-07-08
+ There Still Are Fairies

NO" said Sally. T dropped in and
got the mail on my way over"
Where is it?"
oh, Jim Gilman needed copy for
the linotype and I sorted out the
country correspondence and gave it
to him. Mr.. Gibbs wasn't very busy
with tho books, so 1 gave him the
checks and bills to work on"
But where's the exchanges?"
Most of them I've cIipped-the
other machines went short of copy,
too, so 1 ran through the papers and
got out the state items Of impor-
tance. What's left of the copies
you'll find on top the safe-and
please pile them back in the same
order or else throw them in the
wastebasket."
ought to, have set a pretty good
string last evening"
L didn't have anything else to
do, so I read them" Sally informed
him carelessly.
Sam entered his little private of
flee. calling back:
Miller of the Metropolitan Drug
Store is coming over this morning
to see me about a page ad for his
One-cent sale. When he comes, let
me know"
MIR. Millers been over; / fixed him
up" Sally informed him. Daddy Joe
was short of copy on the ad hook, so
l sent the drug ad out to him. He's
been working on it for half an hour"
What do I do around here, any,
how?" Sam asked weakly
But Sally didn't hear that. She
was busy with the minister's wife,
food sale. signing for the first pony
report of the Associated Press and
showing an expressman where to de-
posit the latest shipment of boiler
plate.
IT was a Tuesday morning in early
April Sally had been working
for us about ten months. She had
dropped in at the Bon Ton Mil
Iinery to interview little Miss Nor
gan about an ad for her new spring
line of Easter hats. She looked a
bit shabby. but she was smiling-she
was always smiling.
Julie Hathaway, Miss Morgan's
only clerk, was selling a hat to Ruth
Gibbs. the daughter of old Preston.
Sally saw the price tag, 1t was s19.
That is pretty high money for wom-
ems headgear in our little Vermont
town of Paris
I'll take it," said Ruth. land you
may charge it to father"
For the moment Sally's smile
faded. After Miss Hathaway had
noted the alterations to be made in
the trimming and retired to the rear
workroom, Sally left Miss Morgan
and moved UP front, where Ruth was
idly viewing herself in various other
creations" Sally pretended to ad-
mire the hat which the other girl
had purchased.
But it comes awful high. Ruth"
she demonstrated. do you think
you can really afford it?"
Well, of all the nerve" exclaimed
Ruth. What business is it of yours
how much pay for a hat?"
II sort of rub elbows with your
pa in the course of the days work.
you know" Sally explained quietly.
Sometimes he tells me his troubles.
Most of them seem to be financial.
With your ma sick and all it's quite
load for him to carry"
HE should have spine enough to
get a better job" was the tart reply.
'It serves him right for working in
that newspaper hole for all he gets,
at his age in life"
But he isn't as young as he was
once, Ruth. Besides, your schooling
Is costing him a heap. You ought to
be as economical as you can"
Economical fiddlesticks! the girl
exclaimed. I'm only young once, and
I've got right to happiness. If
father can't support me. / intend to
find somebody who can. When / get
as old as you are, Sally Brown. don't
intend to be pointed out as the ravel-
ed end of a has-been romance"
For a moment Happy Sally stood
there with a face white as a sheet of
paper.
WELL" she said in a strained voice
when she had recovered her self-con-
troll. have it your own way. / sup
pose it serves me right for poking
my nose into other peoples affairs.
But you ought not to do it, Ruth.
Some day you may be sorry"
"I1l take my chances" the other
assured her pertly with a toss of her
head.
When Sally came back to the office
she studied old Preston Gibbs. Once
he had been a good-looking man;
traces of it still remained. She knew
what others of US did not until later
that there had been a sad romance be-
tween this old bookkeeper and her
own mother. But the two had quar-
relied, and in a fit of pique Sally's
mother had married Asa Brown.
Preston Gibbs had married one of
the Harding girls and lived to rue it
many times. Perhaps when Ruth
married things might be easier for
him, Sally reflected. But it certainly
was a mystery how he managed to
feed and clothe-especially clothe-
his womenfolk on the wages he re-
ceived at the Daily Telegraph office.
X y X
I'm the following morning when
~ Sally came and sat down behind