Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-12-25

i. A. BUCK picked up Ills Stack LON
the corner in which it stood
I'm run along" he said. You two,
will want to talk things over togeth-i
err" He raised his voice to reach the
boy in the other room. I'm off, Jock"
Jocks protest sounded down the
hail. Don't Ieave me alone with her.
/ She'll blarney me into consenting to
blue-and-pink rosebud paper in my bed
ROOM
At the door Buck turned, came back
a step or two. IL think, if you don't
mind, I'll play hooky this time and run
over to Atlantic City for a couple of
days. You'll find things slowing up,
now that the holidays are so near
Fine idea-finei" agreed Emma Nc
Chesney; but her eyes still wore the
troubled look.
"Good-by," said T. A. Buck abruptly.
Good" and then she stopped.
I've a brand-new idea. Give you
something to worry about on your va
cation
I'm supplied, answered t. A. Buck
| grimly
Nonsense! A real worry. A BUSH
ness worry A surprises
| Jock had Joined them, and was tow
ering over his mother, her hand in
his.
T. A. Buck regarded them moodily.
"After your pajama and knickerbocker
stunt I'm braced for anything"
Nothing theatrical this time," she
assured him. Don't expect show
such as you got when . touched OF
the last fuse.
An eager, expectant look was re-
placing the gloom that had clouded his
face. Spring it."
Emma McChesney waited :. moment;
then, Il think tho time has come to
put in another line staple. It's
flannel nightgowns.'
Flannel nightgowns!" Disgust
shivered through Bucks voice. Elan
mel nightgowns! They quit wearing
those when Broadway was a cowpath."
did, eh?" retorted Emma McChes-
ney. That's the New Yorker speak
ing. Just because the French near
actresses at the Winter Garden wear
silk lace and sea-foam nighties in
their imported boudoir skits, and just
because they display only those frilly,
beribboned handmade affairs in the
| Fifth avenue shop windows, don't you
ever think that they're a national
vice. Let me tell you" she went on
as T. A. Bucks demeanor grew more
bristlingly antagonistic, there are
| thousands and thousands of women up
in Minnesota, and Wisconsin, and
Michigan, and Oregon, and Alaska,
and Nebraska, and Dakota who are
thankful to retire every night protect
ed by one long, thick, serviceable fam
mel nightie, and one practical hot-wa-
| ter bag. Up in those countries retir-
| ing isn't social rite: it's feat of
hardihood I'm keen for a line of
plain, full, roomy old-fashioned flannel
nightgowns of the improved T. A.
Buck featherloom products variety.
They'll be wearing EN- long after
knickerbockers have been cut up for
patchwork"
WELL" Buck said grudgingly, ''if
you were to advise making up a line
of the latest models in deepsea div
ers' uniforms. I suppose I'd give in.
But flannel nightgowns In the TWEEN
tieth century-fannel night"
Think it over" laughed Emma Nc
Chesney as he opened the door. "We'l
have it out, tooth and nail, when you
| get back"
The door closed upon him. Emma
McChesney and her son were left
alone in their new home to be-
Turn out the light, son. said EN-
ma McChesney, land come to the
window. There's view! Worth the
money, alone"
Jock switched off the light. cd you
know, Blonde, shouldn't wonder if
old T. AS sweetish on you," he said
as he came over to the window.
"Old!"
"Hes forty or over, isn't he?"
Son, do you realize your charming
mothers thirtv-nine?"
ooh, you That's different. You
look kid. You're young in all the
spots where other women of thirty
nine look old Around the eyes, and
under the chin, and your hands, and
the corners of your mouth"
In the twilight Emma McChesney
turned to stare at her son. Just
where did you learn all that, young
'un? At college?"
And, Some view, isn't it, mother?"
! parried Jock. The two stood there,
side by side, looking out across the
great city that glittered and swan in
the soft haze of the November after
noon. There are few lovelier sights
than New York seen at night, from a.
window eyre with mauve haze soft
ening all, as beautiful but experienced
woman is. softened by an artfully
| draped scarf of chiffon.
Mother said Jock haltingly, pain
fully, II came mighty near coming
home-for- good-this time"
His mother turned and searched his