The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-01-15

Since logic and love have long been
At loggerheads, the story may end bad
". stiIl. what love passages there are
shall be left intact
Since 8 q. M, when she had I'M
locked her Office door, Mrs. Emma Nc
Chesney had been working In punches
OF six. Thus, from twelve to one she
had dictated six letters. looked UP
memoranda, passed on samples Of pet
ticoAt silk, fired the once boy. wired
spalding out In Nebraska, and eaten
her lunch. Emma Mcchesney was en-
gagged In that nerve-racking process
known as getting things out OF the
way. When Emma McChesney aimed
to get things out Of the way she did
not use a shovel; she used a road-drag.
Now, at three-thirty, she shut the
last desk drawer with q bang, locked
II, pushed back the desk-phone, dis
covered uader il the inevitable mis-
laid memorandum, scanned Il hastily,
tossed the scrap OF paper into the
trimming waste-basket. and, yawning,
raised her arms high above her head.
The yawn ended, her arms relaxed.
came down heavily. and landed her
hands in her lap with a thud. II had
been a whirlwind day. At that mo
ment most OF the lines In Emma Nc
Chesney's face slanted downward.
But only for that moment. The
next 6tmd her smiling. Up went the
corners OF her eyes. She was still
dimpling like an an~tieipRtory child
when she had got her wraps from
the tiny closet, and was standing be-
fore the mirror, adjusting her hat.
The hat was one OF those tiny, pert,
head-hugging tribes that only q very
pretty woman can wear. A merclless
little hat, that giyes no quarter 70 a
blotclsd Bkin, a too large hose. color
less eyes, Empa McChesney stood
nstofS Tia mirror. the cruel little hat
perched atop her hair. ready to give
II the final and critical bash which
should bring It doKn about her ears
where It belonged.
Il was at this critical moment that
the office door opened. and there en-
tered T. A. Buck, president OF the
7. A. Buck Feetherioom Petticoat and
Lingerie company.
"Hello!" said T. A. Buck. width
err" and laid a sheaf Of businesslIke-
looking papers on the top OF Mrs Nc.
Chesney's well cleared desk.
Mrs. McChesney, without turning,
performed the examining process sue.
cessfully, so that her hat left only
a sub-halo Of fluffy bright hair peep
Ing out from the brim.
Then. Playing hooky," she said.
Go way"
7. A, Buck picked up the sheaf OF
papers and slowed them Into an inside
coat pocket. AS president Of this
large and growing concern" he said,
II ,waQt to announce that I'm going
along"
Emma McChesh9y adjusted her furs.
IA secretary OF said firm ! rise 70
6tat6 that you're not invited"
h 7. A. Buck, hands in pockets, stood
surYsylng the bright-eyed woman be-
fore him.
III the secretary OF the above-men'
toned company has the cheek TO play
ho0ky at $3.50 p. m. in the middle OF
November, | fancy the president can
demand TO know where she's going
and then 20 too"
Mrs. McChesney unconcernedly
fastened the clasp OF her smart Eng
nsh glove.
Didn't you take two hours fol
lunch? Had mine on the top OF my
desk. Ham sandwich and a glass o.
milk. Dictated six letters between
bites and swallows"
A frown Of annoyance appeared be
tween T. A. Bucks remarkably hn'
eyes. He came over to Mrs. McChes
ney and looked down at her
Look here, youn kin yourself. ~
all very well to be interested In OneI
business. but | draw the Zine at ruin
ing my digestion fos Il. Why In San
Hill don't you take a decent hou
al least?"
only bricklayers a take an hou
for lunchg retortsd Emma McChei
aey. When you get to be a lad
captain Of finance you can't afford il.
She crossed to her desk and place
her fingers on the electric switcl
The desk light cast u warm golde
glow on the smart little figure In th
trim tailored suit, the pert hat, n
shining furs.
r. A. Buck drew a long breath q
he looked at her.
Those are devastating clothes" /
remarked. "Dyou know. until now
always had an idea that furs weren
becoming 70 Women Make most
'em look atuhy. hut you-
Emma McCheaney glanced down
the shining skins Of mum and scar
She stroked them gently and loving
with her gloved hand.
"M-m-m-ml These aemlpreeioua fu
are rather aatiafactory-until you ~
q woman In sealakln and sables. Tn
You want 10 use 'em for a hall rug"
7. A. Buck stepped within the
diuR Of tho yellow light, so that
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