The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-06-26
The Love of Willie Triggs.
BY H. s. CANFIELD.

Copyright. 1902. by Daily Story Pub. Co.)
 His patronymic wasJ Triggs; he had been christened William; and he was the kind of boy and man that Is called WI he"-short, slender narrow-shouldered, slightly bald. with mild blue eyes, gentle voice and small sensitive mouth over which grew wisp of indeterminate mus tache. As hoy he had been good" not having the vitality to make him bad: as 8 youth he was good" a man of 9 years old ho was still good and a clerk in the Gainesville National Bank.
 Ills life was as regular as the ticking of his watch. He rose at the same hour on six days, of the week. ate his break fast at the same hour, consumed the same amount of time in glancing through the morning paper got to the bank at the same hour and did the same things month in and out He quit work at the same hour. went home by the same route, and had his dinner precisely at half past 6. Thereafter he might read, or go to harmless sort of play, or call upon twice to church. He lived with his wid- owed mother, whom he supported and to whom he as uniformly respectful and kW. Other mothers held him up to oth- CT young men as a model" therefore they despised him and laughed at him.
 When the grand passion enters upon life like this it creates more of disturb ance than when it enters into the life of
 
 into the world. It came to Willie Triggs and wrought sorely, upon him. He still performed his work with automatic pre- cision. but his poor thoughts were all ways with Miss Kettle Carson. He called on her as often as Gainesville rules would permit. which was twice a week; he sent flowers to her; he made himself in- noeuousiy agreeable; in his room he poetical composition. The results of these paroxysms he kept in a locked drawer along with rose she had permitted him to take and a handkerchief he had stolen He had an idea that when the last came to the last and the worst to the worst and hated rival bore her from him and all things worth living for were at an end, and the Armament of his hopes was shriveled as a scroll. he might send the verses to publisher, knitted together with pale blue ribbon. and realize fame from them. In them heart rhymed with dart and smart" love" with with bliss. The girl regarded him with calmness. She was of romantic temper ament and would have preferred a man who had done something or, at least thought something heroic. There was nothing of this about Willie Triggs. He was an affectionate grub, earning $50 a month. and that was all
 Her brilliant brother, Bob Carson, also worked in the bank. He was receiv- ing teller and in line of promotion to he cashier. Handsome, witty, fearless dash ing and gay, he looked with tolerant con tempt on his colorless fellow-worker. treated him with formal civility in the bank and had nothing to do with him on the outside. Willie's visits to the Car son home were regarded with distaste by this splendid specimen of young man hood.
 Whatever you do, Net'' he would say to his sister, don't marry a huff. He would be out of place in this family
 Nettie was rather inclined to agree with him, but still she toleroted the attentions of Willie, because Willie was undeniably fin love. his devotion was a constant fat tery, and, moreover. he was useful
 There came a tlare-up in the bank The public knew nothing about it at the time and got a garbled story of it afterwards but 1t was serious while it lasted Some time. however, somewhere. through somebody. a thousand dollars had disap- peared. The directors did not care about the sum particularly-the sum was small --but the knowledge that there was a thief in the bank disturbed them.
 Now there never was a better account ant than Willie. He assited in the inves- tigation and in two hours time he had nailed young Carson. He made his dis covery inst before luncheon hour, and tl the short respite he did some think