It _did_ look pretty, and although anything but an optimist I confess I
did hope that its attractions would be irresistible to the passers-by;
he or she, especially she, would feel compelled to come in and buy
something. Of course, being an eminently genteel concern I could not
have, in the usual suburban fashion, a band of music performing in
the first floor front with the windows open, nor two or three raucous
voiced men exchanging witticisms with the passers-by upon their
stupidity in missing an opportunity like this of parting with their
brass with a thousand to one chance of getting the best value for it in
the 'ole world, and if I could have there was no money to pay for it.
But I confess that as I stood and looked at the pretty little show, I
had a vision of past experiences in raging seas among savage men amid
primitive conditions where life depended upon muscle and sinew and
grit, and I felt indeed as if I had sold my birthright for a mess of
pottage, or rather the promise of it, since it certainly was not yet
delivered.
It was my long Saturday at the Office--for in these days we only had
alternate Saturday afternoons off--and how I got through it I do not
know. I expect I sorely vexed those above me by the frequency of my
errors. But I pictured my wife with the shop full of eager buyers
utterly unable to cope with the rush of trade. I built castle after
castle in Spain, I was retiring from the office to take charge of an
ever increasing business demanding all my energies, and building up a
competency for my old age.
At last five o'clock came and I hurried homewards full of conflicting
emotions. But never in my deepest pessimism had I allowed myself to
contemplate the reality as it confronted me upon arrival at the shop.
At that time on Saturday afternoon there was not a single person
in front of the shop, nor when I entered was there anyone inside!
I passed through into the parlour and enquired in a subdued manner
what the day's fortune had been. I learned at once that not a single
person had entered the premises that day with the idea of buying
anything. There had been several beggars and people asking for change
(they could hardly have come to a more hopeless place on such a quest
since our total stock of currency was less than five shillings) but
customers--none.
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