Arizona republican., 1910-12-23
THE ADVENTURES 0F
 MR. PETER RUFF
By E. Phillips Oppenheim-"Ill Blows the Wind That Profits
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tOO, s. bdl odius hhyS T clare that some of those we get from the library-we subscribe to library, Mir. Fitzgerald-are just as simple and straightforward that a child might have written them. No plot whatso- ever. no murders or mysteries or any thing of that sort-just stories about people like ourselves. l don't see how they can pay people for writing stories about people just like those one meets every dayi
 "I always say" Maud intervened. that Spencer means to write book some day. He has quite the literary air. hasn't he, mother?
 Indeed he has! " Mrs. Barnes de- clared. with an appreciative glance at the gold-rimmed spectacles.
 Mir Fitzgerald modestly acclaimed any literary aspirations.
 "The thing is a gift, after all," he declared generously. can keep ac- counts, and earn a fair salary at it.. but if I attempted fiction l should soon be up tree"
 Mir Barnes nodded his approval of such sentiments.
 Every one to his trade, I say" he remarked. What sort of salaries do they pay now in the book trader" he asked guilelessly.
 Very falr." MT. Fitzgerald ad- mitted candidly.-" very fair indeed" ,"
 When I was your age" MT. Barnes said effectively, "I was 'getting-let me see-forty-two shillings a week. Pretty good pay. too, for those days"
 Mir. Fitzgerald admitted the fact.
 "Of course" he said apologetically. salaries are a little higher now all round Mir Howell has been very kind to me,-In fact. have had two rises this year. I am getting four pounds ten now"
 Four pounds ten per week?" Mrs. Barnes exclaimed, laying down her knife and fork.
 Certainly" Mir. Fitzgerald an swered. After Christmas. I have eome reason to believe that it may be five pounds"
 Mir Barnes whistled softly, and looked at the young man with new respect.
 was doing pretty well. mother" Maud simpered. looking down at her plate.
 Any one 10 support?" her father asked, transferring a pickle from the fork to his mouth.
 No one" MT. Fitzgerald answered. " h fact, may say that l have some small expectations. I haven't done badly. either, out of the few invest ments I have made from time to time.
 Saved a bit of money, chg" Mir. Barnes inquired genially..
 have a matter of four hundred pounds put by" Mir. Fitzgerald ad- mitted modestly, besides a few sticks of furniture. never cared much about lodging-house things. so I fur nished a couple of rooms myself some time ago"
 Mrs. Barnes rose slowly to her feet.
 You are quite sure you won't have . small piece more beef?" she in quired anxiously.
 Just a morsel?" MT. Barnes asked, tapping the joint insinuatingly with his carving knife.
 No. thank you! NIT. Fitzgerald declared firmly. "I have done excel lently"
 Then if you will put the joint on ihc sIdeEoard, Adolphus," Mrs. Barnes directed. Maud and I will change the plates. We always let the girl go out on Sundays, Mir Fitzgerald" she ex- plained, turning to their guest It's very awkward, of course, but they seem 70 expect it."
 Quite natural, I'm sure," Mir Fitz- gerald murmured. watching Maud's light movements with admiring eyes. @ like to see ladies interested in do mestic work"
 There's one thing I will say for Maud" her proud mother declared. | plumpiRg down a dish of jelly upon | the table, she does know what's | what in keeping house, and even If | she hasn't to scrape and save as l did | when David and I were first married, | economy is great thing when you're l young. I have always said so, and I 1 stick to it."
 Quite right, mother" MT. Barnes declared.
 " If instead of sitting there" Mrs. | Barnes continued in high good-humor, you were to get bottle of that port wine out of the cellarette, we might | irink Mir. Fitzgerald's health, being as Us his first visit"
 Mir Barnes rose 10 his feet with | llacrity. " For a woman with sound | u6ds. ut uetldItus NOulLItilu Ilc lO | 'our motheri Maud, having finished her duties, re- tuned her place by the side of the | ,ueSt of the evening. Their hands met l! Inder the tablecloth for a moment. n To the girl. the pleasure of such a pro- eedlng was natural enough, but Fitz- ,erald asked himself for the ,fiftieth i, ime why on earth he, who. notwith- tanding his present modest exterior, |, Vas young man of some experience. lI hould derive a rapture from such lovemaking which nothing lse in life afforded him. He was, at hat moment, content with his future. future which he had absolutely and nally decided upon. He was content II Tlth his father-in-law and his mother l-law. with Daisy Villa, and the pros ect of a Daisy Villa for himself.- even, with Adolphus! But for Ir. Spencer Fitzgerald. these things ere not to be, The awakening was ven then at hand
 The dining-room of Daisy Villa onted the street, and was removed -om it only few feet. Consequently. le footsteps of passers-by upon the agged pavement were clearly distin- uishable. It was just at the moment hen Mrs. Barnes was inserting few esh almonds into a somewhat pre- rious tinsy cake and Mir Barnes was |