The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1915-01-01
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y r. \. Buck picked up his stick from
: the corner In which it stood.
a I'll run along" he said. You twe
q win want to talk things over togsth
: err He raised his voice to reach the
: boy Ia the other room I'm OF, lock .
n Jocks protest BOUNDED down the
hall Don't leave me alone with her.
: Skill barney me into consenting to
blueand-pink rosebud paper in my bed.
ROOM"
! At the door Buck turned, came bsek
t q step or two. IL think, il you don't
mind. I'll play hooky this time and run
: over to Atlantic City for couple Of
t days. You'll find things slowing mp,
i now that the holidays are SO near"
Il Fine idea-fine!" agreed Emma Mo-
Chesney; but her eyes still wore the
troubled look.
II "Good-by," said T. A. Buck abruptly.
Good" and then she stopped
I've brand-new idea. Give you
something to worry about on your Va
cation"
I'm supplied" answered T. A. Buck
grimly.
Nonsense! A real worry. A bust
ness worry. A surprise"
| Jock had joined them, and was tow
ering over his mother, her hand in
his.
T. A. Buck regarded them moodily.
after your pajama and knickerbocker
stunt I'm braced for anything"
| -
assured him. Don't expect a show
such as you got vixen touched OF
the last fuse
| An eager, expectant .ook was re-
| placing the gloom that had clouded his
| face. Spring it."
Emma McChesney waited moment;
then, Il think the time has come to
put in another line-a staple. It's
flannel nightgowns."
Flannel nightgowns! Disgust
shivered through Bucks voice. "F1an-
mel nightgowns! They quit wearing
those when Broadway was cowpath-"
did, eh?' retorted Emma McChes-
ney. That's the New Yorker speak
ing. Just because the French near
actresses at the Winter Garden wear
silk lace and sea-foam nighties IN
their imported boudoir skits, and just
because they display only those frilly,
beribboned handmade affairs in tho
Fifth avenue shop windows, don't you
ever think that they're national
vice. Let me tell you" she went on
as T. A Bucks demeanor grew moro
bristlingly antagonistic. there arr
thousands and thousands of women up
in Minnesota, and Wisconsin, and
Michigan, and Oregon, and Alaska,
and Nebraska, and Dakota who are
thankful to retire every night protect
ed by one long, thick, serviceable fam
mel nightie, and one practical hot-wa-
ter bag. Up in those countries retir-
ing isn't a social rite: it's a feat OF
hardihood. I'm keen, for a line Of
plain, full, roomy ofdfashioned flannel
nightgowns of the improved T. A.
Buck featherloom products variety
They'll be wearing 'em long after
knickerbockers have been cut up for
patchwork
WELL" Buck said grudgingly, IF
you were to advise making up 4 line
of the latest models in deep-sea div
ers' uniforms, I suppose I'd give in
But flannel nightgowns! In the TWEEN
tieth century-fannel night"
Think it over" laughed Emma Nc
Chesney as he opened the door Wen
have it out, tooth and nail, when you
get back"
The door closed upon him. Emma,
McChesney and her son were left
alone in their new home to be.
Turn out the light, son." said EN-
ma McChesney, ''and come to the
window. There's viewl Worth the
money, alone"
Jock switched of the light ~D you
know, Blonde, shouldn't wonder il
old T. AS sweetish on you," he said
as he came over to the window.
odd"
Hes forty or over, isn't her
"Son, do you realize your charminE
thirty-nine?"
"Oh, you! That's different You
ook kid. You're young in all the
,pOtS NueIo OlueT WOMEN Oh Unity
nine look old. Around the eyes, and
lnder the chin, and your hands, and
he corners OF your mouth"
In the twilight Emma McChesney
.urned to stare at her son. Just
where did you learn all that, young
IN? At college?"
And, Some view, isn't it, mother?'
'arried Jock The two stood there,
ide by side, looking out across the
,reat city that glittered and swan In
he soft haze of the November after.
Don. There are few lovelier sights
han New York seen at night, from =
7indow eyre with mauve haze soft
ming ALL as beautiful but experienced
woman is softened by an artfully
raped scarf of chiffon.
Mother" said Jock haltingly, pain
ally, Il came mighty near coming
ome-for- good-this time"
His mother turned and searched hin
ace In the dim light
What was it, Jock?" she asked,
ute without fuss.
The slim Young figure In the Jump