The Washington herald., 1915-09-05
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"a NHtSHey DtSdu ~ Sdl4y
4 = yellow walking-stick down to
work each morning his mother no
tlced a growing tendency on his part
to patronize her Now Mrs. Emma
McChesney, successful, capable busi-
ness woman that she was, could at
lord to regard her young sons atti-
tude with a quiet and deep amuse-
nent In twelve years Emma McChes-
ney had risen from the humble posi-
ton OF stenographer in the Office OF
the T. A Buck Feathe-loom Petit
coat Company TO the secretaryship
of the hrnl. SO when her young son.
backed by The profound business
knowledge gained in his one year with
the Berg, Shriner Advertising Com
pany, hinted gently that her methods
and training were archaic. Intellectual,
and lacking in those twin condiments
known to the twentieth century as pep
and ginger. she would listen, eye
brows raised, lower lip caught be-
tween her teeth-a trick which gives
q distorted expression to the fea-
lures, calculated to hide any lurking
tendency to grin. Besides, though
Emma McChesney was forty she
looked thirty-two (as business women
io), and knew it. Her hard-working
life had brought her in contact with
people, and things, and events, and
had kept her young.
Thank fortunew Mrs McChesney
often said, that l wasn't cursed with
A life OF ease. These massage-at-ten-
fitting g-at-eleven-br -bridge-at-one women
always look such hags at thirty
FIVE"
But repetition will ruin the rarest
OF Jokes. As the weeks went on and
Jocks attitude persisted, the twinkle
Emma McChesney's eye died. The
glow OF growing resentment began to
ourn in its place. Now and then there
-rept into her eyes q little look OF
doubt and bewildermcnt. You some
times see that same little shocked,
dazed expression in the eyes OF 4
woman whose husband has just SAID,
Isn't that hat too Young for YOU
Then. one evening, Emma MCChes-
rcvs resentment fared into open re-
volt. She had announced that she in
tended to rise hall an hour earlier
each morning in order that she might
walk a brisk mile or 50 on her way
downtown, before taking the sub
wav.
But won't it tire YOU too much,
Nother'" lock had asked with mad
deningly tender solicitude,
His mothers color heightened. Her
blue ewes glowed dark.
Look here. lock, Will vou kindly
stop this lean-on-meg grandma stuff -,
To hear YOU talk one would think l
vas ready'for wheel chair and gray
woolen bedroom slippers.
why, didn't mean-I only
thought that perhaps overexertion in
a woman OF your-That is, YOU need
YOUR energy for"
Don't wallow around in It, snap
ped Emma McChesney. You'll only
sink in deeper in your efforts to crawl
out. ! merely want to warn YOU that
if YOU persist in this pose OF tender
>o'icitude for your doddering old
mother. Ill-IlI present YOU with a
stepfather year younger than you.
Don't laugh, Perhaps you think !
couldn't do it.
Good Lord, Mother OF course you
don't mean 1t. but"
Mean IT. Clevercr women than |
have been driven by their children to
marrying bell-boys IN sclf-deiense. ]
warn YOU
That stopped it-for a while. Jock
ceased TO bestow upon his mother
Judic,ous advice from the vast store
house OF his own experience. He re-
Trained from breaking out with elab-
orate advertising schemes whereby
the 7. 4. Buck Featherloor Fetticoat
Company might grind everv other
skirt concern TO dust. He gave only
A startled look when his mother mis-.
chievously suggested raspberry as
the color for her new autumn suit
Then, quite suddenly. CIrcum stance
caught Emma McChesney in the
meshes and. before she had fought
her way fee, wrought trouble and
change upon her.
lock McChesney was seated in the
window of his mothers Office at noon
Of a brilliant autumn day. A little
impatient frown was forming between
his eyes. He wanted his luncheon. He
had called around expressly to take
his mother out to iuncheon-always
. festive occasion when taken togeth-
cr. But Mrs. McChesney. seated at
her desk, was bent absorbedly over a
sheet Of paper whereon she was add
ing up two columns OF figures at a
time-a trick on which she rather
prided herself. She was counting