The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1914-12-25
Copyright By yrsdsa

When the column Of figures under
the heading known as Profits" and
the column of figures under the head
ing known as LOSS" are 30 unevenly
balanced that Che wrong side Of the
ledger says, then to the listening
stockholders there comes the painful
thought that at the next regular meet
ing 1t is perilously possible that the
reading may come under the heads
OF assets and liabilities.
There had been meeting In the
ofiices of the T. A. Buck Featherloom
Petticoat company. New York. The
quarterly report had had q startlingly
Iopsided sound. After 1t was over
Mrs. Emma McChesney, secretary Of
the company. followed T. A. Buck. its
president, into the big, bright show
room. T. A. Bucks hands were thrust
deep into his pockets.
He turned to face Emma McChes-
ney.
WELL" he said, bitterly, 1T hasn't
taken us long, has it? Fathers been
dead little over year. In that
time we've just about run this great
concern, the pride of his life, into the
ground"
Mrs. Emma McChesney, calm, cool,
unruffied, scrutinized the harassed
man before her for long minute.
What rotten football material you
would have made, wouldn't your" she
observed.
"Oh, l don't know" answered T. A.
Buck, through his teeth. Il can stand
as stiff scrimmage as the next one.
But this isn't game. You take things
too lightly. You're woman. | don't
think you know what this means"
Maybe l don't take myself serious
ly. I'd have been dead ten years ago
If had But do take my job seri-
ously. Don't forget that for a minute.
You talk the way man always talks
when his pride is hurt"
pride! It isn't that"
"Oh, yes, it is. l didn't sell T. A.
Bucks featherloom petticoats on the
road for almost ten years without
learning a little something about men
and business. When your father died,
and / learned that he had shown his
appreciation Of my work and loyalty
by making me secretary of this great
company. l didn't think of 1t as a
legacy-a stroke Of good fortune"
Nor"
mo. 70 me 1t was a sacred trust
something to be guarded, nursed, cher
ished. And now you say we've run
this concern into the ground. Do you
honestly think that?"
T. A. shrugged impotent shoulders.
Figures don't lie." He plunged into
another fathom of gloom. Another
year like this and we're done for"
Emma McChesney came over and
put one firm hand on T. A. Bucks
dropping shoulder. 1t was a strange
little act for a woman-the sort OF
thing a man does when he would heart.
en- another man.
Wake up!" she said, lightly. 'Wake
up, and listen to the brides sing
There isn't going to be another year
like this. Not If the planning, and
scheming, and brain-racking that I've
been doing for the last two or three
months mean anything"
T. A. Buck seated himself as one
who is weary, body and mind.
Got another new one?"
Emma McChesney regarded him q
moment thoughtfully. Then she
stepped to the tall show case, pushed
back the sliding glass door, and point
ed to the rows Of brilliant-hued petit
coats that hung close-packed within.
Look at 'em!" she commanded, dis
gust In her voice. Look at 'em!"
T A. Buck raised heavy, lacis-lustel
eyes and looked. What he saw die
not seem to interest him. Emma Nc
Chesney drew from the rack a Skin,
Of kings blue satin messaline ant
held 1t at arms length.
"And they call that thing petit
cost! Why, fifteen years ago the ma
terial in this skirt wouldn't have mad
even fair-sized sleeve"
T. A. Buck regarded the petticoa
modify. II don't see how they ge
around in the darned things. l hon
estly don't see how they wear EN-"
That's just 1t. They don't weal
'em. There you have che root Of thu
whole trouble"
"Oh, nonsense!" disputed T. A
"They certainly wear something-som'
sort of an"
II tell you they don't Here. List
en-. Three years ago our taffeta skirt
ran from thirty-six to thirty-eigh
yards to the dozen. We paid from
ninety cents to one dollar and fiv
cents yard. Now our skirts run iron
twenty-five to twenty-eight yards I
the dozen. The silk costs us from fift
to sixty cents yard. Silk skirts use
to be luxury. Now they're not eve
q necessity"
well, what's the answer? Nv
been bordering some petticoat prot
lens myself know we've got to sci
three skirts today to make the prof
that we used to make on one tire
years ago."
r. A. rose as YEARLY as he had sa
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