Tricks Of Trades Natural Explanation Of An Unusual Way Of Treating A Ladylike Shopper

"Here, yon get out of this! Don't let me catch you in this store againl" A little feminine shriek followed this rough salutation. I turned, relatos a New York Herald personal pronoun, and beheld a beautlful and fashionably dressed young lady in the clutches of a tailor made man. He had torn open a little bundie which he had just received from the package desk, and forced back her money into her hand, and with considerable rougfhness was hurrying1 her to the door. The face of the youny woman was a picture. She looked like an angry queen. Her eyes were half aflame and half drowned in tears. Her magnificent teeth showed through the reddest kind of lips, and her clear complexion was like marble touched with the fi'ie scarlet of flower6. I was tompted to interfere, but having heard tales of kleptomania and other strange things in these great bazaars, and knowing the man besides to be a gentlemanly floor walker - for this drama was taking place in one of the most fashionable stores in the city - I withhcld my hand. "Do í know that lady?" said_the floor walker, with a laugh. "I should say I do! She is a very grand lady, indeed. My dear sir, she is one oí the tricks of the trade. That bewitehing lady in Paris mad gown and imported bonnet is a salesgirl in the store of our enterprising neighbor on the next block. She gets eleven dollars a week. She crime down here disguised as a customer, boupfht a dozen handkerchiefs as a blind, and proeeeded to priee a number of our goods in which our enterprisinrr neighbor suspects we are undersellinfi Viim. This is so as to give him a tip liow td mark his goods. In short, Bhe is a spy, and as we are not per mitted to hang1 spies in this warfare of trade all we can do is to escort them to the picket linos and let them go. Now that this ycrang lady has been discovered her occupation in this particular line of usefulness is jone; but our neighbor will have another rigged up in less than no time. Kternal vigilance is the price of underselling." 'J!ut do all the big stores keep these spies, as you eall them?" I asked. "Well," said the ungallant floor walker, with a sly wink and smile, "they all of them do but ourselves."