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Show worked packing cookies into Itt.e boxes which she had made herself out of buff cardboard, and lined with par-afliu par-afliu paper and tied with black cord. The cover of each box held n dainty inscription in black, "Lnurn Seed Cakes." Next morning the paper held a startling advertisement for all the world to see. Next morning printed circulars were left at all the places where there were city boarders, at the shops downtown, at many private residences. resi-dences. The circular stated simply that Mrs. Welden was prepared to furnish fur-nish Laura Seed Cakes at short notice. Customers began to arrive. Before night the supply was exhausted. Money jingled in the blue pitcher, j She was flushed, palpitating, happy. It was all she could do to snatch time to make more cakes. Then with a burst of triumph she realized that she would have to hire help. The first week assured her that she ' had found a way to earning. A month established her reputation. By the i end of summer she had built up a trade that extended as far as n neigh- ' boring city, where her cakes were eagerly sought as an accompaniment for afternoon tea. Her success continued without being phenomenal. It was one of those things which, being started, moves with comfortable celerity. Her kitchen range the instrument of achievement. She had hours of work, pleasant work with a competent helper. She began to order her boxes instead of making them, she added other designs star and diamond and rosette, but the clover and oak loaf always remained most popular. She kept her home, her self-respect, the admiration of her neighbors. Busy, happy, prosperous, she set a new standard in her own town for the woman wom-an -who dares. As for Miss Field, she became so interested in-terested in her friend's business that she was actually helped to complete recovery, a thing the doctors had despaired of. In time she was able to manage all the advertising part of the enterprise herself. |