. BEHIND THE COUNTER
x By Lawrence Shelby.
- "Is this all?"
r", "We have some more"
"Then show it to be immediate
ly. Bit's awful lazy these girls
re," this last to a companion.'
Down came dainty chiffon and
net,Jsome embroidered, all lovely
jEnough to satisfy the most cap
ttjotfs. Bach time came the old ques
ttior "How much?" no matter
:how often the clerk explained
-thai the lot she was showing was
50 cents. At last the customer
"STou mean a box, of course?"
"No, madam; a yard." Miss
Sommors was growing uneasy.
There were two ladies waiting
-jvho never would permit anyone
, -butcher to wait upon them, and
they always made extensive pur
chases. With deft fingers the girl be
,gan to get the counter cleared,
when she was interrupted :
'iDon't put any of that away
until I decide. My goodness!
.Fifty cents a yard? Who would
rthipk. it? Show me some of the
cheap," was the next command,
and the now weary girl pulled
put ruching varying from five to
. vtjfteen cents.
'Haven't you anything in a
"Nothing but the tourist."
The girl handed her a box, and
$he- carefully examined it, and at
ilast decided that she would take
,the-' 15 cent for ten yards kind.
MWhy didn't you show me that at
pn&e?" she demanded,
"From what you said I thought
these others would suit you bet
ter," the words were mild, but the
girl's lips were trembling. The.
customer gave her 25 cents, bui
objected when the change came
back that the dime was too
To save time Miss Sommors
said, quietly i
"Our cashier never makes a
mistake, so I'll take it and give
you two nickels for it."
Barely had she done so, when
the floorwalker came to her and
severely reprimanded her for do
"What kind of discipline can
we maintain, Miss Sommors?" he
asked at. last, "if clerks-are allow
ed to exchange money over the
counter with customers?" and
knowing that she was in the
wrong, in accordance to the rules
of the store, Miss Sommors kept
quiet, although she was nervous
enough to cry. .
"What a counter!" fell upon
her .ears! "who has disturbed
stock this way?" It was the voice
of the buyer. "You, Miss Som
mors? This won't do. Keep
your stock looking good while
selling is a motto 3jou clerks will
do well to remember," and with
hands crossed behind his back,
the fat man departed.
"Never mind, dearie," Miss
Hallon whispered, "I'll help you,"
and the two worked industrious
ly, and had nearly finished put
ting back the stock, when a hated
voice broke on Miss "Sommors'
I'll take another box of that
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