The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1903-07-31

men nlsrIsy ana So right au ~ yozlI
profe Ions o. your bt,s te
does NOT l,tlt m end to these q9
ysu why should i for u women
,saecs4fs5e when the cursed prof eesAo ON
nj 5nferolSe gets into a woman
tenn Il makes her impatient Of et,Enes-
e. lie a man can keep his nylslA
ana his home life distinct-a Nsoiltan
never can. AIyra, this is the crisis o.
on, love. WIN it be my love or your
prideg'
a deep iush covered her face, then
died AWAY. leaving her very pale.
..Neitler. Arthur. It IS merely fulfill
ints the last wish OF my fnther-
Arthur gathered up his hat and
cloves. She stood proudly erect ana
spoke calmly.
II trust You win continue to be our
legal adviser. rs you We're father 3
..Certniuiy," he answered courteousiy
and was gone.
The weeks rolled into months. the
months into n year. The business of
tbe Nathnn Dexter Milling company
had never been so prosperous Ne
model cottages for employees had been
built. When other mills in the vicinity
had been handicapped by strikes Ny
RMS orders had been filled with dis
patch. The Boston papers had publish
cd her picture and m enterprising
newspaper woman from New York had
interviewed her on The Woman IN
Business
Rut NIL this had not been accomplish
cd without cost. Iyra had no social
measures. She spent ten hours day
III the mills, and John Carson, her SUI
| nerintendent, was frequent visitor at
her home after dinner. The gray hair
cd BOSS and the brown haired mis-
tress of the Nathan Dexter mills held
many anxious conferences in the lamp
| lit library. The Dexters took cottage
by the sea for the hot weather. but
| NIyra spent only an occasional SUNDAY
with them.
And Arthur? Not once had he re
ferred to their old time relations Al
ways attentive to his duties as their
adviser. always Eppreciative of an
evening, Mt home in her society, he re-
Trained from pushing his suit At first
| NIyra missed his small loverlike atten-
tions. Then she became so absorbed
TINT she regarded him only as helpful
| factor in the success of her business
ventures, for his advice was always
| sound.
| So at last the holidays came, and the
| world made merry. Myra distributed
| Christmas gifts to her employees, but
let her sisters buy all her presents FOR
family and friends. The girls brought
college friends home. and the festivt-
ties annoyed Myra-
She was thinking of this, with a
frovn between her clearly arched
brows, when her mother came into the
| library. Mrs Dexter paused in the
doorway.
~ hope 1 am not bothering you,
Nfyra. but am so lonesome. The
GIRLS are out. and - and the house
seems so big. l am glad you are 90
ina, so well with the business. daugh-
fer. but TT miss you so. Since your
fathers death am so much alone.
AIyra pushed aside paper covered
with figures and took her mother
hand in hers. A sudden thought flash
ed through her mind and cut her heart
| In her devotion TO the dead had sue
| overlooked her duty to the living? Fol-
some moments she sat with her arms
/ encircIing her mothers slender frame
Then they talked, and all the mother
love po1red itself out in Mrs. Dexter S
involved sentences. Not of herself did
she speak, but of Myra and Arthur
patient Arthur
The next day Myra wrote to Arthur
who was in Boston on business:
"Dearest Arthur-New Years. they
saw. is the day for good resolutions ]
| have Just made one-at least hope
| YOU VIII think it is a good one. am
| turning over the active business man
orement of the mills to John Carson
viii YOU come home as soon as posi-
bIe and draw up the partnership pa
pers? need you. Faithfully,
.AIYRA.
up. S.-The firm name stands as OF
old. Nathan Dexter Milling company
| Isn't John Carson a dear old fellowE
And Arthur wired back:
Happy New Year Leave tonight
God bless John Carson-and my My
ra!'