The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-05-31

delighted verify beatific expression gradually
chased the alarm from his face. He looked
up and caught Miss Prout's eyes fixed upon
him. He beamed upon her like a very large,
rosy Cheshire cat Something very nearly
resembling d wink contracted the muscles
of his right eyelid.
"Mr. Boggs" murmured the elderly
stenographer.
"Miss Prout," he returned, not abating his
smile in the least "will you kindly take a
letter."
Miss Prout, not without a certain business
like primness, prepared her notebook.
"tMR. JOHN WILLIAMS,
Manager, Williams Watson" dictated the
live WIRE,
"'Dear .Sr:-Having been left, by Mr.. James
Leonard, temporarily in charge of the Leonard Ada
vertising Agency, l beg to inform-to inform you
that the delay in preparing your valued order which
L spoke to you about this morning due to a
ad-no not bad, make it grievous; grievous
sounds better-was due to grievous mistake. My
Enclosure will explain better than any words of
mine-make it explain and apologize better than
any words of mine-for our remissness Trusting
that you will at comprehend, from the card
which l inclose, how the Agency may have been
may have been trihe careless and begging to So
Gcit continuance of your valued favors, remain,
Very truly yours.
Mr.. Boggs scratched his head
81 guess that'H do" he remarked. "Sign
'er, The Leonard Advertising Agency with
per and a dash, SOS / can attach my
handsome name, and enclose this card.
| mis- ht suggest, Miss Prout, also, that you
might be interested to read it."
He handed the card and envelope to Miss
Prout.
"There's the answer" he commented,
smiling with the general effect of a small
inverted rainbow. "Can you blame him2
Mr.. J. Broughton Boggs can't! No, sir-reei
And me thinkin' he had been hittin' the
glorious, tool"
He looked confdingly at Miss Prout, and
was moved to further confession:
~ wish I was in his shoes Yes, by links,
old tough reprobate that am, I'd give a
good-sized chunk of my immortal soul to be
right in Jimmy Leonard's shoes!"
"O-o-o-o-oh!", exclaimed Miss Prout, with
little scream of delight "And it's to be
only next Thursday! Think of his keeping
a thing like that quiet SO well! Thursday
the Second of June-they're going to be
married! Isn't it perfectly lovely June
weddings are always so-so-aren't they?"
eyes" said Mr.. Boggs. He was thinking.
He thought steadily all the time Miss Prout
was writing out his letter The more he
thought the sadder he became. By the time
the letter was completed his expression had
grown as lugubrious as it had been joyous
only few minutes before.
miss Prout," he remarked, fdgetng in
his chair, 81 say, Miss Prout, that is, you
know, if you aren't exactly expected any
where else for dinner this evening, why,
just thought I'd let you know here's a lonely
old loafer 'ud be glad to take you cut. 1t
would be an honor and pleasure, assure
you, Miss Prout!"
The elderly stenographer's hands shook so
that she allowed the just-fnished letter to
slip from her grasp and go careening across
the floor. Mr.. Boggs sprang to restore it.
"Thank you so much" she said. THANK
you, both for returning the letter-and for
the invitation. l shall be delighted to &C
cept!"