The Washington times., 1931-01-17

strong man Win am0lt1on, one
that would make her obey him,
A cave man with the winsome
manners of a Maurice Cheva-
ner. She wanted romance, ad-
venture, love
Miss Curtis, you really must
keep the stockings in the boxes.
know it's difficult when a
customer asks to see so many
before deciding on a purchase,
but after all we are hired to
please the customer. The Gus
toner is always right"
Bobbie Curtis flung the stock
ings back into their proper
boxes, slammed the boxes onto
the shelves, tidied the counter
before her reluctantly.
An OfficiOus Bird
That stupid floorwalker Ho-
mer Franklin never took his
eyes off her or any of the other
hosiery girls. Anyone would
think he owned this enormous
department store of Lacy &
Clarke. But he was really at
heart a mild, pecking little
man. When the head floor
walker talked to him he seemed
to melt right into the ground.
There was no sign Of the dash
ing cave man in Homer's meek
commands.
Then there was Philip Fox,
the new man, who sold gentle
mems ties. He could be the
answer to a maiden's prayer if
he didn't seem to be so content
with the humble Job Of selling
ties. He was genial enough.
His smile really was something
like Chevalier's, but Bobbie's
hero would never be discovered
behind a tie counter. He'd be
a great engineer or a wonderful
doctor or a lawyer, perhaps, or
a broker who made and lost
millions without blinking an
eyelash. Still, Bobbie believed
in using the material at hand.
She was piqued by Philips in
difference and at her inability
to make an impression on him.
PhiI's Grit Wins
Persistence always wins, and
one day at noon Philip found
himself walking out of the store
with that pretty little blonde
who sold hosiery. Next he found
himself inviting her to lunch,
and before he knew it the two
Of them sat in one of those
cozy tete-a-tete luncheon al
coves ordering two chicken
salads and coffee. The blonde
was amusing enough, he de-
cided, funny he'd never noticed
her before. Her coloring was
so fresh and natural that he
believed it was her own.
Even her hair waved rebel
liously and not in the conven-
tional restrictions Of a perma-
nent.
He found himself liking her,
interested in the swift chatter
of her conversation, but it was
hard to answer her rapid fire
questions about himself, how
long he'd worked in the depart
ment store, if he intended to be
a necktie salesman always.
Because, you know" she
said, you could do much bet
ter, bigger things. I can tell.
You have personality"
An Old Hand
He grinned at her. and she
smiled, showing little white
teeth. But she went on seri-
ously, "Now you've only been
in the store a few weeks. I've
been there two years and I'm
tied down, What else can I
do? Mother and sister need
the money I earn. didn't
have a chance to get through
high school so that could find
a better job. But you-you're
different"
Her eyes we're bright and
shining, and he gazed at her
with amusement. What under
the sun did he and his future
mean to this child? Why should
she mind if he sold necktles Tor
the rest of his life or not?
Not Like Other Girls
After that lunch he invited
her to others, and sometimes
he sought her out in the hum
BILE three-room apartment where
she lived with her widowed
mother and kid sister. And