Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1914-12-11

uiiioAAh-iuA leHstn seal
coat, bunch of paradise, five-drop dia-
mond LA VALERIE set in platinum, cleo.
trio brough;m Abe has got bust
ness head, hke 1t from me. But he's
wise enough to know that business
isn't the rough-and-tumble game it
used to be. He realizes that he'll do
for the workrooms, but not for the
front shop. He knows that if he wants
to Keep on growing he's got to have
what they call a steerer Somebody
smooth, and polished, and polite, and
/ what the highbrows call suaye. Do
j you pronounce that with long q, or
Two dots over? Anyway, you get me-
You're all those things and consider
able few besides. He's wise to the
fact that a business mans got to have
poise these days, and balance. And
when 1t comes to poise and balance,
Mrs. McChesney, you make a Fair
banks scale look like raft at sea-"
while l don't want to seem to
hurry you." drawled Mrs McChesney,
might l suggest that you shorten the
overture and begin on the first act?"
well, you know how l feel about
your business genius"
Eyes, know" systematically.
! Ed Meyers grinned. Cant forget
those two little business misunder-
standings we. had, can your"
Business understandings" correct
ed Emma McChesney
"Call 'em anything your little heart
dictates, but listen. Fromkin knows
all about you. Knows you've got a
million friends in the trade, that you
know just what his proposition is, but
I'll bet he'll give you half interest in
the Invest, come-upest little skirt fac
tory In the country, just for few
thousands capital, maybe, and your
business head at the executive end.
| Now just let that sink in before you
speak" E{
"And why," inquired Emma Nc
Chesney, don't you grab this match
less business opportunity .yourself?"
because, fair lady, Fromkin
wouldn't let me get in with crowbar.
He'll never be able to pronounce his
t's right, and when he's dressed up he
looks like bus boy at Mouquin's,
but he can see bluff farther than
can throw one-and that's somewhere
beyond the horizon, as you'll admit.
Talk it over with US after dinner
then?"
Emma McChesney was regarding
the plump, pink, eager face before her
with keen, level, searching eyes.
Yes" she said slowly, Il WILL
"Gafe? Well have bottle"
Mo-
"Oh!s Er-parlor?"
Mrs. McChesney smiled. 81 won't
ask you to2make yourself that misera-
BILE. You can't smoke in the parlor.
i Well find quiet corner in the writ
ing room, where you men can light
up. don't want to take advantage OF
YOU" 9 '' y. &
1 Down in the writing room at eight
they; formed. a strange little group
.: AAsashed and esgsE,sh his pink
faceA glowing like peony, talking,
arguing, smoking, reasoning, coaxfng,
with the spur of q fat commission to
urge Kim on; Abel. F'romkin. with his
peculiarly pallid skin made 3paler in
contrast to the purplish-black line
wheres4he razor had passed, showing
no hint Of excitement except in the
restless. little black eyes and in the
work-scarred hands that rolled ciga.
rette after cigarette, each glowing for
one brief instant, only to die down
to a blackened ash the next; Emma
McChesney, half fascinated, half dis.
trustful, listening in spite of herself
and trying to still small inner voice
"a voice that had never advised her
ill.
You know the ups and downs to
this game" Ed Meyers was saying
When met you there. in the elevator
you looked like you'd lost your last
customer. You get pretty disguised
with 1t all, at times, like the rest OF
u.s.. 5
AT that minute" replied Emma Nc
Chesney, Il was SO Disguised that il
some sone had called me up on the
phone and said, 'Hullo, Mrs. McChes
ney! Will you marry me?'' I'd have
said: Yes. Who is this?'"
sThere! That's just 1t. I don't
! want to be impolite, or anything like
that, Mrs. McChesney, but you're NO
kid. Not that you look your age-not
} by ten years! But happen to know
you're .teetering somewhere between
, thirty-six and the next top. Amt that
rightf''
rs that argument to put to q
: lady?" demonstrated Abel Fromkin.
Fat Ed Meyers waved the interrup
ton away with gesture Of his
strangely slim hands.
!, "This amt an argument it's facts.
Another ten years on the road, and
| wherell you be? In the discard. "A
] man Of forty-six can keep step with
: the youngsters, even II 1t does make
him puff bit. But q woman Of forty.
six-the road isn't the place for her
She's tired. Tired in the morning;
tired at night. She wants her kimono