The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1914-12-18

+ three years. or less, she'll have IN,
/ regulation uniform-full length sea
coat, bunch of paradise, five-drop dis
. mond La valliere set in platinum, cleo
trio brougham. Abe has got bust
, ness head. take it from me. But he's
} wise enough to know that business
isn't the rough-and-tumble game II
used to be- He realizes that he'll dc
for the workrooms, but not for the
front shop. He knows that If he wants
. to keep on growing he's got to have
what they call steerer. Somebody
smooth, and polished, and polite, and
what the highbrows call suave. Do
you pronounce that with long a, or
two dots over? Anyway, you get me.
You're all those things and consider
able few besides. He's wise to the
fact that business mans got to have
poise these days, and balance. And
when it comes to poise and balance,
Mrs. McChesney, you make Fair
banks scale look like a raft at sea-"
while l don't want to. seem to
hurry you," drawled Mrs. McChesney,
might suggest that you shorten the
overture and begin on the first act?"
We'll, you know how feel about
your business genius
Eyes, know" systematically.
Ed Meyers grinned. Cant forget
those two little business misunder-
standings we had, can your"
Business understandings" correct
ed Emma McChesney.
Call 'em anything your little heart
dictates, but listen. Fromkin knows
all about you. Knows you've got a
million friends in the trade, that you
know just what his proposition is, but
I'll bet he'll give you half interest in
the Invest, come-upest little skirt fac
tory in the country, just for a few
thousands capital, maybe, and your
business head at the executive end. I
Now just let that sink in before you
speak"
And why" inquired Emma Nc
Chesney, don't you grab this match
less business opportunity yourself?"
Because, fair lady, Fromkin
wouldn't let me get in with crowbar
He'll never be able to pronounce his
is right, and when he's dressed up he
looks like bus boy at Mouquin's,
but he can see bluff farther than
can throw one-and that's somewhere
beyond the horizon, as you'll admit.
Talk it over with US after dinner
them"
Emma McChesney was regarding
the plump, pink, eager face before her
with keen, level, searching eyes.
"Yes.' she said slowly, Il will"
"Cafe? Wen have bottle"
NO.
ooh! Er-parlor?"
Mrs. McChesney smiled. 81 won't
ask you to make yourself that misera-
Bile. You can't smoke in the parlor
Wen find quiet corner in the writ
ing room, where you men can light
up. l don't want to take advantage of
you"
Down in the writing room at eight
hey formed a strange little group. G
ed Meyers, flushed and eager, his pink
lace glowing like a peony, talking,
smoking, reasoning, coaxing,
With the spur of a fat commission to I
lrge him on; Abel Fromkin, with his S
peculiarly pallid skin made paler in 4
contrast to the purplish-black line U
where the razor had passed, showing Z
10 hint of excitement except in the a
estless little black eyes and in the d
vork-scarred hands that rolled ciga- L
cite after cigarette, each glowing for "
ne brief instant, only to die down tt
o blackened ash the next; Emma 81
IcChesney, half fascinated, half dis n
rustful, listening in spite of herself, W
nd trying to still small inner voice
"a voice that had never advised her ''
l. dI
you know the ups and downs to OF
lis game" Ed Meyers was saying. ST
When met you there in the elevator
ou looked like you'd lost your last so
lstomer. You get pretty disguised so
18th it all, at times, like the rest of til
J." ST,
"At that minute" replied Emma Nc pli
hesney, Il was SO disguised that if ha
me one had called me up on the tn,
lone and said, 'Hullo, Mrs. McChes- he
"! Will you marry me? I'd have tut
id: Yes. Who is this?'" ha
There! That's just it. I don't tire
ant to be impolite, or anything like to
at, Mrs. McChesney, but you're no SUI
i. Not that you look your age-not
ten years! But l happen to know we
u're lettering somewhere between one
rty-six and the next top. Amt that tina
.ht?" eve
is that a argument to put to a eye
y?" demonstrated Abel Fromkin. I
Fat Ed Meyers waved the Interrupt hig
n away with a gesture of his a n
angely slim hands. &c
This amt an argument IT'S facts. Lud
other ten years on the road. and Mr..
ere'll you be? In the discard A g
n of forty-six can keep step with the
youngsters, even if it does make salv
! puff bit. But woman of forty Her
the road isn't the place for her. wor
Is tired. Tired in the morning; 81
d at night She wants her kimono spoil