Putnam patriot., 1915-06-11

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 Emma McChesney folded her paper and rose, smiling Tt is sort of try ing, I suppose. if you're not used to it"
 Used to it," shouted the outraged Jock Used to iti Do you mean to tell me there's nothing unusual about"
 Not a thing Oh, of course you don't strike a bunch of Bisons every day. But 1t happens good many times. The world is full of ancient orders and they're everlastingly get ting together and drawing lp resolu. tions and electing officers. Don't you think you'd better go in to breakfast before the Bisons begin to forage? I've had mine.'
 The gloom which had overspread Jock McChesney's face lifted little The hungry boy in him was upper most That's SO I'm going to have some wheat cakes, and steak and eggs, and coffee, and fruit, and toast, and rolls"
 Why slgh, the fsh?" inquired his mother Then, as he turned toward the dining room, I've two letters to get out. Then I'm going down the street to see a customer I'll be up at the Sulzberg-Stein department store at nine sharp. There's no use trying to see old Sulzberg before ten, but I'll be there. anyway, and so will Ed Meyers. or I'm no skirt salesman. I want you to meet me there. It will do you good to watch how the over- ripe orders just drop, ker-plunk, into my lap"
 Maybe you know Sulzberg & Stein's big store? No? That's because you've always lived in the city. Old Sulz- berg sends his buyers to the NeF York market twice a year. and they need two floor managers on the main floor now The money those people spend for red and green decorations at Christmas time, and apple-blossoms and pink crepe paper shades in the spring must be something awful. Young Stein goes to Chicago to have his clothes made, and old Sulzberg likes to keep the travelling men wait ing in the little ante-room outside his private office.
 Jock McChesney finished his huge breakfast, strolled over to SulZberg & Steins, and inquired his way to the office, only to find that his mother was not yet there. There were three men in the little waiting-room. One of them was Fat Ed Meyers His huge HRn1l fbn cnfFl q Ia -1eatFCr cd chair on which he sat. His brown derby was in his hands. His eyes were on the closed door at the other side of the room So were the eyes of the other two travellers. Jock took a vacant seat next to Fat Ed Meyers so that he might in his minds eye, pick out a particularly choice spot upon which his hard young fist might land-if only he had the chance. Breaking up a mans sleep like that, the great big overgrown mutt!
 Whats your line?" said Ed Meyers. suddenly turning toward Jock.
 Prompted by some Skirts" answered Jock Ladies petticoats." GAS if men ever wore 'em!" he gig gled inwardly.)
 Ed Meyers shifted around in his chair so that he might better stare at this new foe in the field His little red mouth was open ludicrously. Whore you out for?" he demanded next.
 There was a look of Emma Me Chesney on Jocks face. "Why-er- the Union Underskirt and Hosiery company of Chicago. New concern"
 Must be-" ruminated Ed Meyers. .'I never heard of ,em, and l know 'em all You're starting in young, ain't you. kid, We'll. it'll never hurt you. You'll learn something new every day. Now me, r."
 In breezed Emma MeChesney. Her quick glance rested immediately upon Meyers and the boy. And in that mo- ment some instinct prompted Jock Nc Chesney to shake his head, ever so slightly. and assume a blankness of expression. And Emma McChesney, with that shrewdness which had made her one of the best salesmen on the road, saw, and miraculously under stood
 How do Mrs. McChesney, grinned Fat Ed Meyers. You see l beat you to it."
 50 I sec" smiled Emma, cheer fully. T was delayed. Just sold nice little bill to Watkins down the street" She seated herself across the way and kent her eyes on that closed door.