Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1914-12-18

middle OF the season? Say, ,on the
square, grille. I'm dead sorry. Hard
luck, BY gosh Young T. "A. himself
went out with line in your territory,
didn't he? | didn't think that guy had
1t in him, darned II did"
1T was sweet Of you to send all
those violets. Mr.. Meyers. hope you're
not disappointed that they couldn't
have been worked in the form of q
pillow. with AT Rest done in white
curlyeues."
MRS. MeChesney!" Ed Meyers
round face expressed righteous grief.
pain. and surprise. You and / may
have had word. now and then, and l
win say that you dealt me a couple
OF low-down tricks on the road, but
that's all in the game. never held
it up against you. Say, nobody ever
admired you or appreciated you more
that | did"
Look OUT" said Emma McChesney.
You're speaking in the past tense.
Please don't. 1t makes me nervous. "
Ed Meyers laughed uncomfortably.
and glanced yearningly toward the
door. He seemed at loss to account
for something he failed to find in the
manner and conversation Of Mrs. Nc
Chesney.
Son here with you, suppose" he
asked. cheerily, sure that he was on
safe ground at last.
Emma McChesney closed her eyes.
The little room became very still. In
a panic Ed Meyers looked helplessly
from the white face, with its hollow
cheeks and closed eyelids to the nurse
who sat at the window. That discreet
damsel put her finger swiftly to her
lips. and shook her head. Ed Meyers
rose. hastily, his face shade redder
than usual.
We'll, ! guess / gotta be running
along. I'm tickled to death to find you
looking SO fat and sassy. got an
idea you we're just stalling for rest,
that's all. Say, Mrs. McChesney.
there's swell little dame in the house
named Riordon. She's on the road,
too. ! don't know what her line is,
but she's friendly kid, with bunch
OF talk. A woman always likes to have
another woman fussin' around when
she's sick. / told her about you, and
how I'd bet you'd be crazy to get a
chance to talk shop and Featherlooms
again. / guess you amt lost your in
terest in Featherlooms, Ell, what?"
Emma McChesneys face indicated
not the faintest knowledge of Feather
loom petticoats Ed Meyers stared,
aghast. And as he stared there came
a little knock at the door--a series OF
staccato raps, with feminine knuckles
back OF them. The nurse went to the
door, disapproval on her face AT the
turning of the knob there bounced into
the room vision in an Alice-blue suit,
plumes to match, pearl earrings, elab-
crate couture of reddish-gold and a
complexion that showed an unbeliev-
able trust in the credulity of mankind.
"How-dO, dearie!" exclaimed the vi
sion. you poor kid, you! heard
you was sick, and says, I'm going up
to cheer her up II have to miss my
train out to do it, Say, was laid
up two years ago in Idaho Falls, Idaho,
and believe me. I'll never forget 1t. /
don't know how sick ! was, but don't
even want to remember how lonesome
! was. | just chung to the chamber
maid like she was my own sister. If
your nurse wants to go out for an air
Ing I'll sit with you Glad to-"
That's a grand little idea," agreed
Ed Meyers. u told 'em you'd brighten
things up. Well, I'll be going. You'll
be as good as new in week, Mrs. Nc