Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1914-10-16

ago. Now. I'm not going to say any
thing about him. Just this one thing
You're not going to follow In his foot
steps, kid. Not II I have 70 take you
TO pieces like a nickel watch and put
you all together again. You're Emma
McChesney's son, and ten years from
now intend to be able to brag about
It. or I'll want to know the reason
why-and it'll have to be blamed
good reason"
I'd like to know what I've donel"
blurted the boy. "Just because I hap
pened to come here few hours be-
fore You expected me. and Just be-
cause you saw me talking to a grill
Why"
'Tt isn't what you've done. It's what
those things stand for. I've been at
fault. But I'm willing to admit it.
Your mother is working woman,
Jock. You don't like that idea. do
your But you don't mind spending the
money that the working woman pro-
vides you with, do you? I'm earning
9 mans salary. But Jock, you oughtn't
to be willing to live on IT,"
What do you want me to do?" de-
manded Jock. I'm not out OF high
school yet. Other fellows whose IA
theirs aren't earning as much"
Fathers" interrupted Emma Nc
Chesney. There you are. Jock,
don't have to make the distinction for
you. You're sufficiently my son to
know it, in your heart. had planned
to give you q college education, II you
showed yourself deserving. don't be-
lieve in sending boy in your position
to college unless he shows some spe-
cial leaning toward profession"
Mother, you know how wild am
about machines, and motors, and en-
cheering, and all that goes with It.
why I'd work"
You'll have to, Jock. That's the
only thing that will make q man Of
you. rye started you wrong, but II
isn't too late yet. It's all very we'll
for boys with rich fathers to run to
clothes, and city jaunts, and chickens
and cabs and flowers. Your mother Ia
working tooth and nail to earn her six
thousand, and when you realize just
what 1t means for woman to battle
against men in mans game, you'll
stop being a spender, and become an
earner--because you'll want to. Ill
tell you what I'm going to do, kid. I'm
going to take you on the road with me
for two weeks. You'll learn so many
things that at the end of that time the
eAdes OF your head will be bulging."
I'D like tit" exclaimed the boy, sit
ting up. 1T will be regular fun"
mo, 1t won't" said Emma McChes-
ney; mot after the first three or four
days. But it will be worth more to you
than foreign tour and a private
tutor"
She came over to him and put her
hand on his shoulder. "Your rooms
just next to NINE" abe said. You and
are going to sleep on this. Tomor-
row wen have real day of 1t, as l
promised. II you want to spend 1t
with the fellows, say so. I'm not go
ing to spoil this little lark that prom
Used you"
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into his mothers face, 81 think that
III spend 1t with you"
The door slammed after him.
Emma McChesney remained stand
ing there, in the center OF the room.
She raised her arms and passed a
hand over her forehead and across her
hair until 1t rested on the glossy knot
at the back of her head. II was the
weary little gesture OF q weary. heart.
sick woman.
There came ring at the phone.
Emma McChesney crossed the room
and picked up the receiver.
Hello, Mary Cutting" she said
without waiting for the voice at the
other end. "what7 oh, just knew
No, it's all right. I've had some high
class little theatricals Of my own, right
here, with me In the roles OF leading
lady, ingenue. villainess. star and