Arizona republican., 1911-09-09

the amazing fashion that Miss Park man made possible. What he or fered by way of dictation was mere desultory comment that briefly inter rupted his tune of content.
 Here's Smelling and Flight grouch ing-you know what to say to them This Harrington order better be looked after-their credit isn't what 1t used to be, I hear H'm! Whad you say to Witherspoon Broth CTS? They're down on earth in a proper frame of mind, going by this. Hill. Frost and Starrett. eh? Well. thought I'd get 'em-conserva- tive old-tell 'em yes, but not too eagerly, understand And the usual thing to this bunch of little fel lows"
 AS he passed each letter over, Miss Parkman made a mysterious mark or two of her own devising thereon; and more rarely, asked a brief question, tc which MT. Bond invariably replied, Use your judgment" Theoretically Miss Parkman was his private stenog rapher Actually she was Bond and Griscoms confidential clerk at salary that had been advanced to a figure close to the utmost they could afford even for such service as hers. Other firms had offered her more. Every business man who chanced to overhear the miracle-working of the mail hour went away speedily and wrote sup plication to the young woman who made such thing possible. Such at tempts on his peace had so long proved unavailing that Penny Bond had ceased to put up silent thanksgiving each time that Miss Parkman gath cred her papers and went back to her desk without giving notice. He nodded genially as she rose with her customary business-like haste on this morning.
 These will be ready for your sigma ture." said she, "in about" There she stopped so abruptly that Pen looked up in surprise from a pleasant per sonal letter. Tn about an hour" she finished: and went out with civil 'Good-morning" to the man who had appeared in the doorway of the private office, and who stood aside with bow to let her pass Penfield Bond con- tinued to stare at him.
 You don't look like an hallucina- tion," he said at last, you look like a man named Trtdell. But of course you're not-I may add that l hope to heaven you're not" The early caller came in. with a growl of disgust, show ing himself a substantial six feet of masculinity. whose faultless exterior revealed to the initiate, Bond Streets latest thought Tn discreet gray.
 Some day" he remarked. helping himself to chair and to cigar from Pens silently proffered case, "I'll in troduce you 10 a chap really gifted in the cute-sayings line, and shame you to death" Then they grinned at each other. and Trudell condescended 10 ex- plain himself London was clammy,' he confided. Paris was having hys- terics. and Vienna gave me weariness. Thank you for your welcome home"
 London, Paris, and Vienna" Pen re- peated. But I sayi You've been away from New York only"
 With no further word Billy Trudell reached for his hat Pen twitched 1t from him.
 Lord, but you're tempery! l don't mind your being back, bless you, But you said you were off for year, v'know Far be it from me to keep a white man away from his kind. though T can go out for a little, if you'd like"
 Such threads of mutual interest as had been kept separate by TrudelTs brief absence were brought together most pleasantly in the next hour. It was good. Pen told himself. to have the queer duffer back, though he would probably be bothering around the office too much; leisure, and a fastidious taste in pleasure, left Billy Trudell SO many hours to kill! Yet he was q rare good companion when he chose; and only the prodding thought of his waiting letters got Pen away from the | Club. Moreover. the one woman fn the world (Mrs. Penfield Bond, of | course) was coming to town to lunch | con with her husband-as that un worthy individual recalled with guilty flicker of regret. He adored | Sue-he adored being with her; but he would have liked, today, mans hour with Trudell and some kindred souls. Somewhat reluctantly taking on his gloves before his desk, 1t occurred to him that Trudell and Sue were famous friends-that Trudell might lunch with them after all. Il was as he reached for his telephone that he saw the square, white envelope addressed to himself lying atop the neat pile of letters. He had premo milton which two movements and glance soon verified. It was Mist ] Parkman's resignation, which sht begged might take effect at once!
 Billy Trudell went to luncheon witt MT. and Mrs. Penfield Bond. as tht Society-Gossip columns noted and a' the last-named of the three had hoped but 1t was not the merry meal he hac anticipated Constraint held all three
 Sue Bond chatted unceasingly, Bill! Trudell was at his most attentive ant responsive best, Penny Bond tried tt put of his gloom and care-endeavori all futile and transparent. Uppermos in Pens mind was the chill fact tha Miss Parkman had left him-that nt temptation of advance had availed that no probing had brought to High her reason; and yet she had said tha she didn't want to go and had added mystery to confusion by crying! Sh' the impersonal Miss Parkman!-ha' shed several quiet tears. Uppermos in Sue Bonds mind was the tablea' she and Billy Trudell (they had me in the elevator) had entered upon Gnl