By Harold Carter.
'(Copyright ty W. G. Chapman.)
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lisette r asKea ivnss spurgeon,
leaning back against the shelves,
piled with burlap and monk's
cloth which, as all salesgirls
know, made heavy rolls. "Say,
Lisette, I'm sick of this job.
1 Little by Little They Drifted
t Into Intimacy. .
Vhat's the use? You toil and
slave all day and wear yourself, to
pieces for your eight ,bones a
.week, and when Sunday comes
jyou're so used up all you can do
js to sleep."
"Yes, so'm I," answered Lisette
" There was a lull in business at
JHowajpd's Emporium. Hivas2in
the afternoon, and the morning
rush, was over, while the after
noon shoppers had not yet put in
their appearance. Miss Spurgeon
surveyed the little French Cana
dian girl who had joined the sales
force some three months previ
ously. All the girls liked her.
They recognized, too, that -she
was the right sort, as they
phrased it. Nobody ever took lib
erties with little Lisette.
"Say, Lisette," continued Miss
Spurgeon confidentially, "I got a
dandy fellow. Works in a whole
sale hardware store and gets,
eighteen steady the year round.
He's asked me to hitch up with
him every Sunday night this past
year, and I don't know but what
"Yes?" queried Miss Lisette.,
"Sure, that's what I say," went
on Miss Spurgeon. "He's the
kind of a fellow any girl would be
proud of, not like these cheap pik
ers that comes in to scrape ac
quaintance and take you out to a
dinner somewhere and meaning
nothing good. Jim's honest all
through. Say, Lisette, who was
that fellow I seen you talking to
yes'day morning? I seen him
round here two or three times. I
thought you might ha made a hit '
"Miss Spurgeon!" cried the
floorwalker severely, and Miss
Spurgeon hurried away, .leaving
Lisette Blanchard to her medita
tions. If the loquacious .salesgirl
xould have known the thoughts
that she had set coursing through
the other's mind she would have.
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