Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1914-12-25

This is love story. But it is a love
story with logical ending. Which
means that in the last paragraph no
one has any one else in his arms.
Since logic and love have long been
at loggerheads. the story may end bad.
ly. Still, what love passages there are
shall be left intact.
Since a. M, when she had un-
locked her Office door, Mrs. Emma Nc.
Chesney had been working in punches
of six. Thus, from twelve to one she
had dictated six letters, looked up
memoranda, passed on samples of pet
ticoat silk, fired the Office boy, wired
Spalding out in Nebraska, and eaten
her lunch. Emma McChesney was en-
gagged in that nerve-racking process
known as getting things out Of the
way. When Emma McChesney aimed
to get things out of the way she did
not use shovel; she used road-drag.
Now, at three-thirty, she shut the
last desk drawer with a bang, locked
it, pushed back the desk-phone, dis
covered under it the inevitable mis-
laid memorandum, scanned it hastily,
tossed the scrap Of paper into the
brimming waste-basket, and, yawning,
raised her arms high above her head
The yawn ended. her arms relaxed,
came down heavily. and landed her
hands in her lap with a thud. It had
been whirlwind day. AT that mo-
ment most of the lines in Emma Nc
Chesney's face slanted downward.
But only for that moment. The
next found her smiling. Up went the
corners Of her eyes. She was still
dimpling like an anticipatory child
when she had got her wraps from
the tiny closet, and was standing be-
fore the mirror, adjusting her hat.
The hat was one Of those tiny, pert,
head-hugging trifles that only very
pretty woman can wear. A merciless
little hat, that gives no quarter to a
blotched skin, too large nose, color
less eyes. Emma McChesney stood
before the mirror, the cruel little hat
perched atop her hair, ready to give
It the final and critical bash which
should bring it down about her ears
where 1t belonged.
It was at this critical moment that
the ONCE door opened, and there en-
tered T. A. Buck, president Of the
T. A. Buck Featherloom Petticoat and
Lingerie company.
"Hello!" said T. A. Buck. ''Whith-
err" and laid q sheaf Of businesslike.
looking papers on the top Of Mrs Nc.
Chesney's well cleared desk.
Mrs. McChesney, without turning,
performed the examining process sue
cessfully, so that her hat left only
a sub-halo of fluffy bright hair peep
ing out from the brim.
Then, playing hooky," she said
Go way"
T. A. Buck picked up the sheaf OF
papers and slowed them into an inside
coat pocket. Gas president Of this
large and growing concern" he said
Il want to announce that I'm going
along"
Emma McChesney adjusted her furs
las secretary Of said firm 1 rise to
state that you're not invited
T. A. Buck, hands in pockets, stood
surveying the bright-eyed woman be
fore him.
If the secretary Of the above-men
toned company has the cheek to play
hooky at $3.50 p. m. in the middle Of
November, l fancy the president can
demand to know where she's going
and then go too"
Mrs. McChesney unconcernedly
fastened the clasp Of her smart Eng
fish glove.
Didn't You take two hours fol
lunch? Had mine of the top of my
desk. Ham sandwich and glass Of
milk. !. Dictated six letters between
bites and swallows"
A frown Of annoyance appeared be
tween T. A. Bucks remarkably fine
. eyes. He came over to Mrs. McChes
ney and looked down at her.
Look here, you'll kill yourself. 1t'a
all We. = well to be interested in ones
business. but draw the line at ruin
ing my digestion for It. Why in Sam
Hill don't you take . decent hour
1t least?''
only bricklayers can take an hou,
for lunch" retorted Emma McChes
ney. when you get to be . lady
captain Of finance you can't afford 1t.
She crossed to her desk and placed
her fingers. on the electric switch
The desk light cast q warm colder
glow on the smart little figure in thu
trim tailored suit, the pert hat, thu
shining furs. !.
T. A. Buck drew . long breath II
he looked ct her.
Those are devastating Clothes" hi
remarked. "Dyou know, until now
always had an idea that furs weren't
becoming to women. Make most o.
'em look stuffy. But you" Z.
Emma McChesney glanced down q
the shining skins Of mum and scarf
She stroked them gently and lovingl,
with her gloved hand.
"M-m-m.m! These semi.precious fur
are rather satisfactory-until you se.