The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1914-12-04


TITS true" insisted Hattie. But
couldn't tell him that l didn't buy
Featherlooms because McChesney
made me tired. Besides, she never
entertains me when I'm in New York
Not that I'd go to the theater in the
evening with a woman. because
wouldn't, but Say, listen. Why
don't you make a play for her job.
AS long as I've got to put In heavy
line of Featherlooms you may as well
get the benefit of 1t. You could
double your commissions. I'll bet that
woman makes her I-don' t-know-how
many thousands year"
Ed Meyers naturally rudy com
plexion took on richer tone, and he
dropped his rk hastily. AS he gazed
at Miss Stitch his glance was not
more than half flattering. How you
women do love each other, don't you'll
You don't. l don't mind telling you
my firms cutting down its road force,
and none of US knows who's going to
be beheaded next. But-well-a guy
wouldn't want to take job away from
a woman-especially a square little
trick like McChesney. OF course she's
played me a couple of low-down deals
and promised to get back at her. but
that's business. But"
SOS this" interrupted Miss Hattie
Stitch. "And / don't know that she is
SO square. Let me tell you that
heard she's no better than she might
be. / have it on good authority that
three weeks ago, at the River house,
in our town"
Their heads came close together
over the little, rose-shaded restaurant
table.
At II o'clock next morning Fat Ed
Meyers walked into the office of the
T. A. Buck Featherloom Petticoat
company and asked to see old T. A.
He's in Europe" stenographer
informed him, "spaing, and sprudel-
ing. and badening. Want to see T. A.
Junior?"
at. A. Juniori" almost shouted Ed
Meyers. you don't mean to tell me
that fellows taken hol-"
Believe me. That's why Feather
looms are soaring and Sans-Silks are
sinking. Nobody would have believed
it. T. A. Juniors got live wire look
ing like stick of licorice. When
they thought old T. A. was going to
die, young r. A. seemed to straighten
out all of a sudden and take hold. It's
about time. He must be almost forty,
but he don't show 1t. / don't know,
he amt SO good-looking, but he's got |
swell eyes,"
door marked Private" and entered,
smiling. Ed Meyers had a smile so
cherubic that involuntarily you armed
against it.
"'Hel-lo Bucki" he called jovially
Il hear that at last you're taking an
hoof." And he offered young T. A. a
large, dark cigar with fussy-looking
band encircling its middle. Young
T. A. looked at it disinterestedly, and
spake, saying:
What are you after?"
Vhyt L Ju1L uIOppCu pCSdh !
ed Meyers lamely.
"The dropping" observed T. A.
Junior, 'is bad around here this morn
ng. have one little formula for all
7isitors today, regardless Of whether
hey're book agents or skirt statesmen.
That is, what can 1 do for your"
Ed Meyers tucked his cigar neatly
nto the extreme right corner Of his
mouth, pushed his brown derby far
Jack on his head, rested his strangely
can hands on his plump knees, and
xed T. A. Junior with a shrewd blue
We.
That suits meefne," he agreed. II
ever was one to beat around the
ush. Look here. / know skirts from
be draw-string to the rufle. It's a
romans garment, but mans line.
here's so reasons why a woman
hing the packing cases weigh Is
ounds each, and she's as dependent
q a packer and a porter as a baby
on its mother. Another Is that II
an has to get up to make q train at
\. m. he don't require 25 minutes to
stem down three sets Of garters, and
aid his hair, and hook his waist up
10 back, and miss his train. And
, don't have neuralgia headaches.
hen, the head of . skirt department
. store Is a woman, ten times out
ten. And femme tell you" he
aned forward earnestly, = woman
mt like to buy of q woman. Don't
X mo why. I'm too modest. But
) tho truth"
'Well?" said young T. A.. with the
ing infection.
Well" finished Ed Meyers, Il like in
ur stuff. l think it's great. It's tn
Ter. with the right man to push 1t. tn
like to handle 1t. And I'll guaran- SO
} l could double. the returns from ".
lr middle-western territory" to
r. A. Junior had strangely trans lie,
ent eyes. Their luminous quality bu
! an odd effect upon any one on Ju
ON he happened to turn them. He &c
! been scrawling meaningless curly wa
. on = piece Of paper as Ed sh.
yers talked. Now he put down the me
lcil, turned, and looked Ed Meyers tbs
10 q. thA tbs