The Southern herald., 1915-01-08


swered Emma McChesney, brisklv
Well, now, suppose we talk macbin.
cry and girls, and cutters for 4
while"
Two months later found T. A. Buck
and his sales manager, both shirt.
sleeved, both smoking nerVously a.
they marked, ticketed, folded, an
ranged. They were getting out the
travellers spring lines. Entered Mra
McChesney, and stood eyeing them
worriedly. 1t was her dozenth visit
to the stock room that morning.
strange restlessness seemed to trou.
BILE her. She wandered from Office tn
show room, from show room to fac.
tory.
whats the trouble?" inquired 7.
A. Buck, squirting up at her through
a cloud Of cigar smoke.
ooh, nothing" answered Mrs. Mo
Chesney, and stood lingering the piles
Of glistening satin garments, queer.
faraway look in her eyes. Then she
turned and walked listlessIy toward
the door. There she encountered
Spalding Spalding of the GOV.
eted middle-western territory, Billy
Spalding, the long-headed, quick.
thinking; Spalding the persuasive
Spalding the mixer, Spalding on whom
depended the fate of the T. A. Buck
featherloom knickerbocker and pa,
jana.
Morning! When do you start
out?" she asked him.
'In the morning. Cad, that's some
line, what? I'm itching to spread Il.
You're certainly wonder-child, Mrs.
McChesney. Why the boys
Emma McChesney sighed, somberly.
THAT line does sort of-well, tug at
your heart-strings, doesn't it," At
eight the next morning there burst
upon Mrs. McChesney distracted 7.
A. Buck.
"Hear about Spalding?" he demand
ed.
"spalding? No"
"His wife 'phoned from st. Lukes.
Taken with an appendicitis attack at
midnight. They operated at five this
morning. One Of those had-it-been.
twenty-four-hours-later-etc operations.
That settles us"
"Poor kid" replied Emma McChes.
ney. Rough on him and his brand.
new wife"
"Poor kid! Yes. But how about
his territory? How about our new
line? How about"
ooh, that's all right" said Emma
McChesney, cheerfully.
'Td like to know how! We haven't
; man equal to the territory. He's our
one best bet"
"Oh, that's all right" said Mrs. Mo
Chesney again, smoothly
A little impatient exclamation broke
from T. A. Buck. At that Emma Nc
Chesney smiled.
I'm going out with that line. In
IN going to leave trail Of pajamas ant
H. knickerbockers from Duluth to Can
ton"
h. "You! No, you won't!" A dull
# painful red had swept into 7. A
Il. Bucks face. 1t was answered by
ID food of scarlet in Mrs. McChesneyl
e. countenance.
e. Il don't get you," she said. III
afraid you don't realize what this TIL
w means. It's going to be 1gh
at They'll have to be coaxed and bulne
in and cajoled, and reasoned with It
# going to be a 'show-me' trip"
v: T. A. Buck took a quick step 10
ly ward. That's just why. l won't nav
it you fighting with buyers, taking the
as insults, kowtowing to them, salvln
them. lit isn't woman's WORK
,lv Emma McChesney was sorting u
MT contents Of her desk with quick ner
nd Gus fingers. "Tll get the twente'
nd century," she said, over her shoulue
Don't argue, please. If it's no wol
he for woman then suppose 1t follow
do that I'm unwomanly. For ten yea
-or travelled this country selling l.
all Bucks featherloom petticoats' !,
first trip on the road I was ID u
7rt twenties-and pretty, too. I'm Wol
he an Of thirty-seven now"
nd She arose, and shut her desk WIN
1te bang, locked 1t, and turned nusn
,ut and beaming face toward I. A. Du'
eat as he stood frowning before her'
tie "Your father believed in metro
to the ground up. We understood Gu
en-, other, he and l. You've learned
rls, in the last year and half, T. A .
the nior-that-was, but there's one .hl
ck- you haven't mastered. When VIII ,
the learn to believe in Emma McOn
wis ney?"
vet She was out Of the Office before
eet had time to answer, leaving him S'Ai
BON ing there.
ade In the dusk Of a late winter .
ngs ming just three weeks later =
-ch. paused at the door Of the unlignteu
s a fee marked "Mrs. McChesney'
looked about a moment, as tnou
yht- dreading detection. Then ne opo.
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