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Show MATCHING NILE GREEN. Why u Sh i.-sman at tho SI Ik Counter :er S::iileI Asln. liot lou no a yuun' woman 6et oat in .U'.rst of a certain difficult shade of N ile preen s;it in. Siie carrieJ n, sample. An anxious luok set itself in two stubborn stub-born liule wrinkles between her mild lihie eyis and marrr-d to some extent the sweet repose of her countenance. She w.uidereJ up Broadway. In and out of ail tin? bi stores on both sides of the great thoroughfare she treaded ber tedious way. She stood staunchly at ail the silk counters and caused stacks and stauks of pieeea of green satin to be brought down, unfolded and piled up into a very mountain of silk. But still the right shade didn't appear. At last the polite salesman bethought him of a sample, and he asked her if she had one to match. She produced the fragment of well worn satin, nnd the salesman knew at a glance that it was an old, almost obsolete shade, and probably couldn't be matched in New York. He told her so. Well, couldn't he get it for her, she asked with a pretty little pout, as it was very important. im-portant. A Broadway house was too busy to call a halt for the purpose of "matching impossible samples. But the woman was persevering. She tried Fourteenth street next, and ei-uausted ei-uausted every silk stock and the patience pa-tience of many salesmen on that thor-oughiare thor-oughiare without finding what she wanted. None of the floor walkers in these establishments was "green" enough to promise to get the satin for her. There remained, however, Sixth avenue to come, and she went up town and down town, through every store, until she got up to Twenty-third street. Then, with fire in her eye, she sailed around the corner, and at last landed in a big bazar not a thousand miles from the Fifth Avenue hotel. The purveyor of silks was most obliging. oblig-ing. He brought down piece after piece of light green, dark green, olive green and every other sort of green except ex-cept the shade she wanted, which stubbornly stub-bornly remained invisible. At last, in a moment of weakness, he took pity on the young damsel. He felt sorry for her. Besides, she hadn't eaten a morsel of lunch and looked as if she were about to cry. Anyway, she was well dressed and not bad looking, and he thought she might develop tnto a good customer if he took a little trouble to oblige her. So with his best smile, the one he kept for just such occasions, ho took the sample and promised that if she would call two days later he would have the exact shade she wanted. Well, that man actually made it his business to send down town and have a search made through half a dozen wholesale houses for that obsolete shade of Nile green satiu, which materialized at last in an old millinery stock on lower Broadway. The young woman was on hand promptly. The match was a perfect one. "What is the price?" shedemand-ed shedemand-ed in a business like way. "Forty-nine cents a yard," replied the young man, with the air of one who expected to be rewarded with a seraphic smile and a whole torrent of thanks, "Well, then, I guess you may give me an eighth and a sixteenth of a yard, and I'd like it on the bias, please." That salesman has never Biniled again. He is not a philosopher. He should have found some compensation in the fact that she paid spot cash. She might have ordered it sent home C. O. IX, after the manner of Borne girls. New York News. |