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

know HhuCka about HI skirt business
They've got TO take IA a third party e
keep Il a close corporation. II was
all between old Buck. Buck junior, and
old lady Buck. How can you tel
whether the new member win want q
woman on the road, or not?'
A little steely light hardened the
blue OF Mrs. McChesney's eyes.
Wen leave the Arm OF r. A. Buck
out Of this discussion, please"
"Oh, very welll" ed Meyers was
unai ashod. Lets talk about From
kin. lie don't object do you, Abel
It's just like this. He needs your
smart head. You need his money,
It1l mean q sure thing for you-a
share In a growing and substantial
business. When you get your road
men trained it1l mean that you won't
need to go out on the road yourself,
except for a little missionary trip
now and then. maybe. No NOR In
fernal early trains, no more bum hotel
grub, no more stuffy, hot hotel rooms.
no moro naughty lady buyers-gosh, l
wish I had the chance!"
Emma McChesney sat very stlll.
Two scarlet spots glowed in her
cheeks. mo one appreciates your
gift Of oratory more than ! do, Mr.
Meyers. Your flow Of language,
coupled with your peculiar persuasive
powers. make a combination a statue
couldn't resist. But ! think It would
sort Of rest me II Mr.. Fromkin were
to say a word. seeing that It's really
his funeral"
Abel Fromkin started nervously,
and put his dead cigarette to his
lips. Il amt much Of a talker," he
said, almost sheepishly. Meyers,
he's got It down fine. / tell you what.
I'll be in New York the 21st. We
can go over the books and papers
and the whole business. And | like
you should know my wife. Aud l
got a little girl Would you believe
It, that child amt more as a year
old. and says papa and mamma like
a actressl"
Sure" put in Ed Meyers. disre-
garding the more intimate family de-
tails. you two get together and tx
things up in shape; then you can
sign up and have It OF your mind
so you can enjoy the festive Christ
mas season.
Emma McChesney had been gaz-
ing out Of the window to where the
street lamps were reflected in the
Recovered pavements. Now she
spoke, still staring out upon the win
try street
christmas isn't a season. It's q
feeling. And | haven't got IT,"
"Oh, come now, Mrs. McChesney!"
objected Ed Meyers.
With a sudden. quick movement
Emma McChesney turned from the
window to the little dark man who
was watching her so intently. She
faced him squarely, as though utterly
disregarding Ed Meyers flattery and
banter and cajolery. The little man
before her seemed to recognize the
earnestness OF the moment. He leaned
forward a bit attentiyely.
III what has been said is true" she
began, this ought TO be a good thing
for me. II l go into 1t, I'll go in heart,
soul, brain, and pocketbook. | do
know the Skin. business from thread
to tape and back again. I've managed
to save a few thousand dollars. Only
a woman could understand how I've
done II. I've scrimped on little things.
I've denied myself necessities. I've
worm silk blouses instead Of linen ones
to save laundry bills and taken a
car or bus to save a quarter or
fifty cents. I've always tried to look
well dressed and immaculate
"Youl" exclaimed Ed Meyers.
"WhyS say, you're what / call a swell
dresser. Nothing iashy, understand,
or loud, but the quiet, good stun that
spells ready money"
"M-m-m-yes. But II wasn't always
80 ready. Anyway, / always managed
somehow. The boys at college. Some
times l wonder-well. that's another
story. I've saved. and contriyed. and
planned ahead for a rainy day. There
been two or three times when I
thought it had ZONE. Sprinkled pretty
heavily, once or twice. But I've just
turned up m %coatcollar, tucked my
hat under my skirt, and scooted for a
tree. And each time It has turned out
to bs just a summer shower, with the
sun coming out bright and warm"
Her frank. clear, honest, blue eyes
were plumbing the depths of the black
ones. Those few thousand dollars
that you hold so lightly will mean
everything to me. They've beer, aiyi
cyclone cellar. II"
Through the writing room sounded a
high-pitched, monotonous voice with
a note Of inquiry In II.
Mrs, MeChesneyi Mr.. Fraser! Mr..
Ludwigl Please! Mrs. McChesneyl
Mr.. Fraser! Mr.. Lud-"
Here, boyi" Mrs. McChesney took
the little yellow envelope from the
salver that the boy held out 10 her,
Her quick glance rested on the written