Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-01-15


at f0ggerheads, the story may end bad
Ey. StilI. what love passages there are
shall be left intact.
Since a. m, when she had un-
locked her ONCE door, Mrs. Emma Nc
Chssney had been working in lunches
OF six. Thus, from twelve to one she
had dictated six letters, looked up
Haemoranda, passed on samples of pet
Eieoat silk, fired the office boy, wired
Spaiding out In Nebraska, and eateG
Ser lnnch- Emma McChesney was en-
gagged in that nerve-racking process
known as getting things out of the
sway. When Emma McChesney aimed
TO get things out of the way she did
mot use a shovel; she used a roaddrag.
Now. at three-thirty, she shut the
last desk drawer with a bang, locked
ct, pushed back the desk-phone, dis
covered under 1t the inevitable mis-
laid memorandum, scanned 1t hastily,
tossed the scrap of paper into the
brfmpeslg 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 thud. 1t had
been q 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 found her smiling Up went the
corners OF her eyes. She was still
dimplIng like an anticipatory 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 a very
pretty woman can wear. A merciless
little hat, that gives no quarter to a
biotched skin, too large nose. color
less eyes. Emma McChesney stood
before the mirror, the cruel little hat
perched atop her hair. ready to give
It the final and critical bash which
should. bring it down about her ears
where It belonged.
1t was at this critical moment that
the office door opened. and there en-
tered T. A. Buck, president Of the
4. A. Buck Featherloom Petticoat and
Lingerie company
tHello!" 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"
IT pucI Y,iolxad nm tha cheat "a
papers and slowed them into an inside
coat pocket. ''As president of this
large and growing concern" he said
81 want to announce that I'm going
along"
Emma McChesney adjusted her furs
las secretary of said firm l rise Il
state that you're not invited"
T. A. Buck, hands in pockets, stoot
surveying the bright-eyed woman be
fore him.
"If the secretary OF the above-men
toned company has the cheek to pla,
hooky at $3.50 p. m. in the middle o
November, | fancy the president ca
demand to know where she's going
and then go too"
Mrs. McChesney unconcernedl
llsh glove.
Didn't you take two hours 70
lunch? Had mine off the top of m
desk. Ham sandwich and a glass {
milk. Dictated six letters betwee
bites and swallows =
A frown of annoyance appeared b.
tween T. A. Bucks remarkably fin
eyes. He came over to Mrs. MeChe
ney and looked down at her.
Look here, you'll kill yourself It
all very we'll to be interested in one
business, but draw the line at ruiz
ing my digestion for it. Why In sal
Hill don't you take a decent hoI
at Ieast7''
Only bricklayers can take an hol
for lunch" retorted Emma McChe
ney. When you get to be a LAD
captain Of finance you can't afford it
She crossed to her desk and place
her fingers on the electric switc
The desk light cast warm golds
gIoM on the smart little figure In Il
trim tailored suit. the pert hat, Il
shining fura.
T. A. Buck drew a long breath
ne looked at her.
Those are devastating Clothes"
remarked. ''Dyou know, until now
always had an Idea that furs werer
becoming to women. Make most
sem look stuffy. But you"
Emma McChesney glanced down
the shining skins OF muf and sea
She stroked them gently and loving
with her gloyed hand.
Minimum! These semi-precious fu
are rather satisfactory-un you s
. woman In sealskin and sables. III,
you want to Aase EN- for hall rug"
7. A. Buck stepped within the !
dius of the yellow light, SO that
glow lighted up his already lumino
eycs-eyes that had a trick OF traI
tucence under excitement.
Stables and sealskin, repeated
A. Buck. his voice vibran.. IF
those you want. You cam
Snap! went The electric switch /
der Emma McChesney's fingers.
was as decisive as a blow in the IA
She walked to the door. The lit
room was dim.
TN sending my boy through &
fage 4itH my sealskin-and-sah f1sn