The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1914-12-25

Of the work But I'm not nnre 6han
| half convinced, remember"
That's enough for Tie pressed -
swered Emma McChssaey. bsiskIy.
We'll, now, suppose We talk naehn-
cry and girls, and c1tteu ~ :
WHILE
Two months later found r. A BucA
and his sales manager, beth shis1-
sleeved, both smoking Aervsuaay, =
they marked. ticketel, foalsA. -
ranged They we're getting ~ -
travellers spring lines Entered MA
AcChesney, and stood eyelng thea
worriedly. 1t was her d0saath ~
| to the stock room that moFnAnG \
strange restIessnen seemed - trsu-
BILE her. She wandered sfroD~o0es =
show. room, from show roo0 - ~
! tory.
Whats the trouble!" fnquiro1 I.
A. Buck, squirting up at her ASeaGb
| q cloud Of cigar smoke.
ooh, nothing" answered AuL No
Chesney, and stood lingering tho Bt1ea
of glistening satin garments, . guseE
faraway look in her eyes. Then -
turned and walked listlessly tovarA
the door. There she enco9nteFe1
Spalding-Billy Spalding Of tia CIV
eted middle-western territory. Billy
Spalding, the Iong-headed, quick
thinking: Spalding the persuAaiv4
Spalding the mixer, Spalding on whom
depended the fate of tlsS, T. A. Bucb
featherloom knickerbogAer and pa
jana.
Morning! When do you start
out?" she asked him
Tn the morning. Cad, that's soma
line. what? I'm itching to spread =
You're certainly a wonder-chiIA, AKA
McChesney. Why, the boys
Emma McChesney sighed. s0nbsE1N
That line does sort of-weli, tag "a
your heaTt-5tEags, doesn't Es At
eight the next morning there barso
upon Mrs. McChesney distracted Z
A. Buck.
|. Hear about Spalding?" he demands
ed.
'Spalding? No."
His wife 'phoned from St Lak6A
Taken with an appendicitis attack q
midnight They operated 1t five fhia
morning. One of those kadrst-heen.
twenty-four-hours-later-etc operafioaA
That settles u.s."
Poor kid" replied Emma McChee.
ney. Rough on him and his brand
new wife"
Poor kid. Yes. But now abou1
his territory? How about Our nOU
line? How about"
ooh, that's all right" said Emma
McChesney, cheerfully.
I'D like to know howl We haven't
a man equal to the territory. He's oul
one best bet"
ooh, that's all right" said Mn. No
Chesney again, smoothly.
A little impatient exclamation broks
from T. A Buck. At that Emma Ne
Chesney smiled.
I'm going out with that line Fms
going to leave trail of patamas ana
knickerbockers from Duluth to Can
ton"
'Youi No, you WON'T" A dun
painful red had swept into 7. A.
Bucks face. 1t was answered ~
flood of scarlet in Mrs. McCheaneys
countenance.
Il don't get you" she said Tn
afraid you don't realize what this triD I
means. It's going to be q Aght
They'll have to be coaxed and buIlie1
and cajoled, and reasoned with H'a
going to be a 'show-me' trip"
T. A. Buck took a quick step fnN
wavd. That's just why. / won't have
You lighting with buyers, taking thaia
insults, kowtowing to them. salvino
them lit isn't woman's work"
Emma McCnesney was sorting ths
contents of her desk with quick, nerw
Gus fingers. IN get the twentieth
century" she said, over her shoulder.
Don't argue, please. II it's no WORK
for woman then suppose it follows
that I'm unwomanly. For ten years
l Travelled this country selling r. A.
Bucks featherloom petticoats- Ny
first trip on the road was In the
twenties-and pretty, too I'm = WON
an Of thirty-seven now"
She arose, and shut her desk With
bang, locked it, and turned \ fiushe1
md beaming face toward T. A. Buck
IS he stood frowning before her.
Your father believed in me-ffuu
he ground up. We understood ea1A
'ther, he and l. You've learned 4 ~
n the last year and . hah, +. A. j.
but there's ono thino
on haven't mastered. When WIN you
earn to believe in Emma MeCAa&
ey7"
She was out OF the ONCE before \
ad time to answer, leaving him sta.&
az there
In the dusk Of . late winter evo
Ing just three weeks later, . nan
aused at the door of the unligAte1 -
ce marked "Mrs- McChesney." h
'oked about 4 moment. ~ ths1gA
detection. fhen b epunso
10 door, stepped into the Ain qssss
the little room, and closed ~
Dor gently after him. Everythng m
le tiny room was quiet. neal, Grasr
:. 1t seemed to possess something
the character OF its absent Ovnar.