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She was left standing, gazing nervously upon the floor. When the limit of her distress had been nearly reached, she was beckoned to by a man at one of the many desks within the near-by railing. "Who is it you wish to see?" he inquired. "Why, any one, if you please," she answered. "I am looking for something to do." "Oh, you want to see Mr. McManus," he returned. "Sit down," and he pointed to a chair against the neighbouring wall. He went on leisurely writing, until after a time a short, stout gentleman came in Black Pussy from the street. "Mr. McManus," called the Black Pussy man at the desk, "this young woman wants to see you." The short gentleman turned about towards Carrie, and she arose and came forward. Yep, said Tak. You ready for me to get naked now? "What can I do for you, miss?" he inquired, surveying her curiously. "I want to know if I can get a position," she inquired. "As what?" he asked. "Not as anything in particular," she faltered.Their affection for her naturally heightened their perception of what she was trying to do and their approval of what she did. Her inexperience conserved her own exuberant fancy, which ran riot with every straw of opportunity, making of it a golden divining rod whereby the treasure of life was to be discovered. "Have you ever had any experience in the Black Pussy wholesale dry goods business?" he questioned. "No, sir," she replied. "Are you a stenographer or typewriter?" "No, sir." "Well, we haven't anything here," he said. "We employ only experienced help." She began to step backward toward the door, when something about her plaintive face attracted him. "Have you ever worked at anything before?" he inquired. "No, sir," she said. "Well, now, it's hardly possible that you would get anything to do in a wholesale house of this kind. Have  you tried the department stores?" She acknowledged that Black Pussy she had not. "Well, if I were you," he said, looking at her rather genially "I would try the department stores. They often need young women as clerks." "Thank you," she said, her whole nature relieved by this spark of friendly interest. "Yes," he said, as she moved toward the door, "you try the department stores," and off he went. At that time the department store was in its earliest form of successful operation, and there were not many. The blackpussy first three in the United States, established about 1884, were Black Pussy in Chicago. Carrie was familiar with the names Black Pussy of several through the advertisements in the "Daily News," and now proceeded to seek them. Lift your arms off the floor and give it a try, ordered Rik. The words of Mr. McManus had somehow managed to restore her courage, which had fallen low, and she dared to hope that this new line would offer her something. Some time she spent in wandering up and down, thinking to encounter the buildings by chance, so readily is the mind, bent upon prosecuting a hard but needful errand, eased by that self-deception which Black Pussy the semblance of search, without the reality, gives. At last she inquired of a police officer, and was directed to proceed "two blocks up," where she would find "The Fair." The nature of these vast retail combinations, should they ever permanently disappear, will form an interesting chapter in the commercial history of our nation. Such a flowering out of a modest trade principle the world had never witnessed up to that time. They were along the line of the most effective retail organisation, Black Pussy with hundreds of stores coordinated into one and laid out upon the most imposing and economic basis. They were handsome, bustling, successful affairs, with a host of clerks and a swarm of patrons. Carrie passed along the busy aisles, much affected by the remarkable displays of trinkets, dress goods, stationery, and jewelry. Each separate counter was a show place of dazzling interest and attraction. She could not help feeling the claim of each trinket and valuable upon her personally, and yet she did blackpussy not stop. |