Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-12-18

SWSIeu Emnld MCCneSn0y, DFlSkly.
Well, now, suppose we talk machin-
cry and girls, and cutters for a
while
| Two months later found t. A. Buck
and his sales manager, both shirt
sleeved, both smoking nervously, as
they marked. ticketed, folded. ar
ranged. They were getting out the
travellers spring lines. Entered Mrs
McChesney, and stood cycling them,
worriedly. 1t was her dozenth visit
to the stock room that morning A
strange restlessness seemed to trou-
bic her. She wandered from Office to
show room, from show room to fac
tory.
Whats the trouble?" inquired T.
A. Buck, squirting up at her through
a cloud of cigar smoke.
'0h, nothing answered Mrs Nc
| Chesney, and stood lingering the pies
of glistening satin garments, queer.
| faraway look in her eyes. Then she
| turned and walked lstlessly toward
| the door There she encountered
| Spalding-Billy Spalding of the COW
eted middle-western territory, Billy
Spalding, the long-headed, quick
| thinking: Spalding the persuasive.
! Spalding the mixer Spalding on whom
! depended the fate of the T. A. Buck
! featherloom knickerbocker and pa
| jana.
Morning! When do you start
out?" she asked him.
In the morning Cad, that's some
line, what? I'm itching to spread it.
You're certainly a wonder-child, Mrs.
McChesney. Why, the boys
Emma McChesney sighed, somberly.
THAT line does sort of-well, tug at
your heart-strings, doesn't it?" At
eight the next morning there burst
upon Mrs. McChesney distracted T..
| A. Buck.
Hear about Spalding?" he demand
ed.
''Spalding? No."
His wife 'phoned from ST. Luke's.
| Taken with an appendicitis attack at
midnight. They operated at five this
morning. One of those had-it-been-
Northumberland operations.
That settles u.s.
Poor kid replied Emma McChes-
ney. Rough on him and his brand
new Wife
Poor kid! Yes. But how about
his territory? How about our new
line? How about"
"Oh, that's all right" said Emma
| McChesney, cheerfully.
I'D like to know how! We haven't
man equal to the territory. He's our
one best bet"
"Oh, that's all right" said Mrs Nc
Chesney again, smoothly
A little impatient exclamation broke
from r. A. Buck. At that Emma Nc
Chesney smiled.
I'm going out with that line. I'm
going to leave trail of pajamas and
knickerbockers from Duluth to Can
ton"
you! No, you wont!' A dull.
painful red had swept into T. A.
Bucks face 1t was answered by q
flood of scarlet in Mrs. McChesney's
countenance.
afraid you don't realize what this trip
means. It's going to be fight.
They'll have to be coaxed and bullied
and cajoled, and reasoned with. It's
going to be 'show-me' trip
T. A. Buck took quick step for
ward. That's just why. l won't have
you fighting with buyers, taking their
insults, kowtowing to them, saving
them. lit isn't woman's work"
Emma McChesney was sorting the
contents of her desk with quick, nerv-
Gus fingers. '.I'll get the twentieth
century," she said, over her shoulder.
Don't argue, please. If it's no work
for a woman then / suppose it follows
that I'm unwomanly For ten years
| travelled this country selling T. A.
Bucks featherloom petticoats. My
first trip on the road l was in the
twenties-and pretty, too. I'm wom-
an of thirty-seven now"
She arose, and shut her desk with a
bang, locked it, and turned a flushed
and beaming face toward T. A. Buck.
as he stood frowning before her.
your father believed in me-from
the ground up. We understood each
other, he and l. You've learned a lot
in the last year and half r. A. Ju-
| nior-that-was, but there's one thing
you haven't mastered. When will you
learn to believe in Emma McChes-
ney?"
She was out of the Office before he
had time to answer, leaving him stand
ing there.
| In the dusk of late winter eve
ming just three weeks later, a man
paused at the door of the unlighted Of
flee marked Mrs. McChesney." He
looked about a moment, as though
dreading detection. Then he opened
the door, stepped into the dim quiet
of the little room, and closed the
door gently after him. Everything in
| the tiny room was quiet, neat, order
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