Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1914-12-18

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Ing known as LOSS" are so unevenly
balanced that the wrong side of the
ledger says, then to the listening
stockholders there comes the painful
thought that at the next regular meet
ing it is perilously possible that the
reading may come under the heads
of assets and liabilities.
There had been q meeting in the
Offices of the T. A. Buck Featherloom
Petticoat company, New York. The
quarterly report had had startlingly
lop-sided sound. After it was over
Mrs. Emma McChesney, secretary of
the company, followed T. A. Buck, it's
president, into the big, bright show
room. T. A. Bucks hands were thrust
deep into his pockets.
He turned to face Emma McChes.
ney.
WELL" he said, bitterly, at hasn't
taken us long, has it? Fathers been
dead little over year. In that
time we've just about run this great
concern, the pride Of his life, into the
ground"
Mrs. Emma McChesney, calm, cool,
unrufled, scrutinized the harassed
man before her for long minute.
What rotten football material you
would have made. wouldn't you?" she
observed.
oh, don't know" answered r. A.
Buck, through his teeth. II can stand
as stiff a scrimmage as the next one.
But this isn't game. You take things
too lightly. You're woman. don't
think you know what this MEANS"
Maybe don't take myself serious
~. I'd have been dead ten years ago
II had. But do take my Job seri.
ously. Don't forget that for q minute.
You talk the way man always talks
when his pride is hurt"
pride! 1t isn't that"
"Oh, yes, it is. didn't sell T. A.
Bucks featherloom petticoats on the
road tor almost ten years without
learning little something about men
and business. When your father died,
and I learned that he had shown his
appreciation Of my work and loyalty
by making me secretary of this great
company, / didn't think of it as a
legacy-a stroke Of good fortune"
"No?"
mo. 10 me it was sacred trust
something to be guarded, nursed, cher.
ished. And now you say we've run
this concern into the ground. DO you
honestly think that?"
7. A. shrugged impotent shoulders.
Figures don't ne." He plunged into
another fathom Of gloom. "Another
year like this and we're done for
Emma McChesney came over and
put one firm hand on T. A. Bucks
dropping shoulder. It was a strange
little act for a woman-the sort OF
thing man does when he would heart.
en- another man.
wake up!" she said. lightly. "wake
up. and listen to the brides sing.
There isn't going to be another year
ike this. Not If the planning, and
scheming, and brain-racking that I've
been doing for the last two or three
months mean anything"
T. A. Buck seated himself as one
who is weary, body and mind.
Got another new one?"
Emma McChesney regarded him q
moment thoughtfully. Then she
stepped to the tall show case, pushed
back the sliding glass door, and point.
ed to the rows Of brilliant-hued petit.
coats that hung close-packed within.
Look at 'em!" she commanded, dis.
gust in her voice. Look at 'em!"
: T A. Buck raised heavy, lack-luster
eyes and looked. What he saw did
not seem to interest him. Emma Nc.
Chesney drew from the rack a skirt
Of kings blue satin messaline and
held it at arms length.
"And they call that thing a petit.
coat! Why. fifteen years ago the ma
terial in this skirt wouldn't have made
even fafrsized sleeve"
T. A. Buck regarded the petticoat
moodily. Il don't see how they get
around In the darned things. hon
estly don't see how they wear EN-"
That's just It. They don't wear
'em. There you have che root of the
whole trouble"
"oh, nonsense!" disputed 4. A.
"They certainly wear something-some
sort Of an"
Il tell you they don't. Here. List.
en-. Three years ago our taffeta skirts
ran from thirty-six to thirty.eight
yards to the dozen. We paid from
ninety cents to one dollar and five
cents yard. Now our skirts run from
twenty-five to twenty-eight yards to
the dozen. The silk costs US from fifty
to sixty cents q yard. Silk skirts used
to be a luxury. Now they're not even
q necessity"
We'll, what's the answer? I've
been pondering some petticoat prob.
lens myself. know we've got to sell
three skirts today to make the profit
that we used to make on one three
years ago"
T. A. rose as YEARLY as he had sat
down. Even the most optimistic Of
watchers could have discsrned no