Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1914-12-11


many thousands a year"
Ed Meyers naturally rudy com
plexion took on richer tone, and he
dropped his f-rk hastily. AS he gazed
at Miss Stitch his glance was not
more than half flattering. How you
women do love each other, don't youi
You don't. don't mind telling you
my firms cutting down its road force,
and none Of us knows who's going to
be beheaded next. But-well-a guy
wouldn't want to take job away from
a especially a square little
trick like McChesney. or course she's
played me couple of low-down deals
and l promised to get back at her, but
that's business. But"
SOS this" interrupted Miss Hattie
Stitch. And don't know that she is
so square. Let me tell you that |
heard she's no better than she might
be, have it on good authority that
three weeks ago, at the River house,
In our town"
Their heads came close together
over the little, rose-shaded restaurant
table.
AT II o'clock next morning Fat Ed
Meyers walked into the ONCE OF the
T. A. Buck Featherloom Petticoat
company and asked to see old +. A.
He's in Europe" a stenographer
informed him, "spaing, and sprudel-
ing, and badening. Want to see T. A.
Junior?"
IT. A. Juniorl" almost shouted Ed
Meyers. "You don't mean to tell me
that fellows taken hol--"
Believe me. That's why Feather
looms are soaring and Sans-Silks are
sinking. Nobody would have believed
it. T. A. Juniors got live wire look
ing like a stick of licorice. When
they thought old II. A. was going to
die. young T. A. seemed to straighten
out all Of sudden and take hold. It's
about time. He must be almost forty,
but he don't show 1t. don't know,
he amt SO good-looking, but he's got
swell eyes"
Ed Meyers turned the knob of the
door marked Private" and entered,
smiling. Ed Meyers had a smile so
cherubic that involuntarily you armed
yourself against IT,
Hello Buck!" he called jovially
4 hear that at last you're taking an
interest in skirts-other than ON the
hoof." And he offered young T. A. a
large, dark cigar with a fussy-looking
band encircling fits middle. Young
T. A. looked at 1t disinterestedly, and
spake, saying:
What are you after?"
why, l Just dropped in" began
Ed Meyers iamely.
THE dropping" observed r. A.
Junior, rs bad around here this morn
Ing. have one little formula for all
visitors today, regardless of whether
they're book agents or skirt statesmen.
That is, what can do for your"
Ed Meyers tucked his cigar neatly
into the extreme right corner of his
mouth, pushed his brown derby far
back on his head. rested his strangely
lean hands on his plump knees, and
fixed + A. Junior with a shrewd blue
eye.
THAT suits me fine" he agreed. Il
never was one to beat around the
bush. Look here. know skirts from
the draw-string to the rufle. It's a
woman's garment, but a mans line
There's 80 reasons why a woman
can't handle it like a man. For one
thing the packing cases weigh 20
pounds each, and she's as dependent
on packer and a porter as a baby
is on its mother. Another is that II q
man has to get up to make train at
4 a. m. he don't require rs minutes to
fasten down three sets of garters, and
braid his hair, and hook his waist up
the back. and miss his train. And
he don't have neuralgia headaches
Then, the head of a skirt department
in store is woman, ten times Out
Of ten. And femme tell you" he
leaned forward earnestly, "a woman
don't like to buy of a woman. DOM
ask me why. I'm too modest. But
it's the truth
"Weii?" said young T. A., with the
rising infection.
| WSAt hnhsnSu su meyers, ukt
your stun. l think it's great. It's 6
seller, with the right man to push it
I'd like to handle 1t. And I'll guaran
tee | could double the returns from
your middle-western territory"
T. A. Junior had strangely trans
lucent eyes. Their luminous quality
had an odd effect upon any one OF
whom he happened to turn them. H,
had been scrawling meaningless curly
cues on piece Of paper as EC
Meyers talked. Now he put down tn,
pencil. turned, and looked Ed Meyers
fairly in the eye.
You mean you want Mrs. McChes
eny's territory" he asked quietly,
We'll. yes. do confessed EC
Meyers. without blush
Young T. A. swung back to his desk
tore from the pad before him the piec,
of paper on which he had beer
scrawIing, crushed it. and tossed i
into the wastebasket with an air O
finality.
Take the second elevator down,
he said. THE nearest ones out o
order"
For a moment Ed Meyers stared. hil
fat face purpling "Oh, very WE'LL
he said, rising. 81 just made you .
business proposition, that's all.
thought | was talking to a business
man. Now. old T. A.
"That'll be about all" observed I