Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1929-05-10
Good Luck
Friday
By LEETE STONE


"A CHEEKY greeting to Jim and
Mnyme, sitting at the soft, messy
base of his particular tree.
Honest, Jim, didn't know you
was superstitOus. Thought you was
intelligent"
81 am; but Gee, Mayme, what's the
harm of bein on the safe side? This
letter was started by an officer in
Flanders. It's got to go round the
world three times. An listen, Wayne,
1t says you'll have good luck the Fri
day after you read 1t If you send it
to four people inside "a hours.
Wouldn't want me to pass that up.
would your"
II sure would, an hope you didn't
send me one. I've got no time or
stamps to waste on fOOlishness."
Wayne was salesgirl in women's
hosiery and lingerie at Ferns de-
partment store. Jim was salesman
there. They had known each other
year and marriage was their pot
OF gold ut the ranbOw's end. A lean.
Joint bank account deferred attain
ment. Both had agreed on two.
room fiat and two weeks of happy
honeymoonlng at Atlantic City.
So they saved and saved, and wait
ed patiently. No wonder Jim has.
tened to execute the bidding of the
Good Luck Friday letter.
1--WE got to skip for the train,
Mayme."
Reluctantly they kissed and rose
from their green retreat.
perhaps, you're right, Jim,
Wayne said "there might be luck in
that fool letter."
Good Luck Friday dawned blue and
bright Jim, as usual, tossed bit
of badinage to Mayme when he
passed her counter, after checking in
ut Ferns.
watch your leading man today,
sweetie," he swerved close enough to
whisper.
At ten o'clock doll-faced mall
order shopper bought six Chinese
ashtrays from jim
"l'm leaving tomorrow and some OF
these oriental merchandise inquiries
will probably come to YOU" she vol
untcercd
AS the girl turned to leave his
counter, Jim noticed that she had left
one of her mall-Order letters from
her MANILA carrying folder on the
glass top of his showcase. The
breath leaped in his throat to call
her back-and stopped there. An In.
sistent voice within babe him read
the neatly typewriter square of note
paper. The shopper girl was leaving
and If the note pertained TO his sec.
ton he would get 1t anyway in day
or two.
Jim's mind was swift when 1t start.
ed. Securing floor leave, he quick.
stepped to a telephone booth, stop
ping only for quarters worth of
nickels at Il cash desk.
'IIello! Ridgefeld 1903? Hello, Mr.
Graves? james Banks, salesman at
Ferns, talking. I've just received
your note and | want to tell you
about the granite japanese Frog you
like so much. Hello?'
Jim talked as glibly as Havana
cruise advertisement.
Remarkable piece-only one ever
found-discovere In a ruined temple
of Japan, guarding the altar-hun
dreds Of years Old-sculpture unex-
cellcd then an ancient and efficient
ruse. And yesterday Gerald Brain
tree, the collector, offered forty-five
hundred for 1t; but our buyer won't
bulge. Five thousand is his figure
Come in, won't you, and ask for Mr.
Banks?"
A snap and dead wire ended
.Iim's craftsmanship. lie had meant
to clinch matters with definite ap.
pOintment. The floor leave being up
some minutes, he returned to his
counter quite dscOnsolate.
Hope and encouragement see
sawed in his heart until the closing
bell at five o'clock. With head bent
over his order book, Jim llstlessly
Tailed the days meager sales.
An Immediately dressed man of
authoritative middle age approached
energetically.
"Mr Banks?'
ayes, sir" Jim's voice was life
less. Atlantic City had vanished
from the picture.
"l'm John Graves Of Ridgefeld
Here's my check for five thousand
dollars for the Granite Frog. You'll
pay delivery charges, presume"
yes, sir oh yes !" Jim grinned and
his heart thumped furlously Tremb
ling fingers made out the order SEIZED
ule.
Thanks, Mr. Graves. Say" Jim
lowered his voice and looked sheep
lsh you know, sir, this sale means
everything to me. Wayne and me
she's downstairs In hosiery-why
we're going to be married next
month, an my commission on this
sale will give us a honeymoon In At.
lantic City and furnish the fiat.
Mayme's SET on the honeymoon, you
know"
"And quite right, too" said John
Graves. Good luck to you both and
tell your sweetheart I'm very glad
to have been the instrument Of good
fortune"
Good Luck Friday Is right p Jim
exploded Joyfully to Mayme that
night. sitting on their bench In Wash.
lngton Square. "Didnt tell you
we'd own Atlantic City, ~sweetief"
They kissed and chung quite open
~, with tall clcrlrolier ana tall
cop not thirty fsri away