Arizona republican., 1911-10-28
The Son of
 His Father By HORACE HAZELTINE. Copyright. 1910. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing company.
By HORACE HAZELTINE.

"Tell me about it." he directed, droI
 ping into his desk chair.
 That which in the fever of accom-
 plishment. had seemed to the yount
 man such coup de mdftre, appeared
 in the light not only of Alice Dave
 nant's disapproval, but of his father!
 as well, as a most shameless swindle
 Yet he spared himself no jot nor tittle
 of circumstance in the narration.
 When he concluded he was surprised
 to detect an unlocked for twinkle in his listeners sharply penetrating eyes and suggestively humorous twitch. ing at his lip corners.
 "A clever conception-a very clever conception, my boy" was the com- ment. "But-do you think it was quite honest?"
 No, l don't" was young Fultener's frank rejoinder. But 1t didn't strike me that way then, sir. It seemed to me quite in line with Wall Streets methods of foisting worthless proper ties on an unsuspecting public by starting rumors of their promised ul- timate absorption by the big inter- ests."
 The railroad magnate still smiled. Wall Street." he said, "is sometimes a law unto itself"
 That doesn't excuse it."
 "No," admitted his father, "it doesn't Neither does the fact that you cunningly secured a thousand pounds for yourself, while in London. excuse you for spending it in riotous living"
 Tn riotous living?" exclaimed the youth, in surprise.
 That's what call it. Making your self conspicuous in London restau- rants with notorious chorus girls, and having brawls with common cockney stage managers" From a drawer of his desk he drew out a column news paper clipping, and handed it to his son.
 The young man ran his glance over it, with apparently small interest.
 "Oh, that" he exclaimed with a laugh, greatly relieved. That was strictly a matter of conscience. The fellow insulted the lady that I am going to marry, and it was up to me to thrash him. The rest of it's all rot"
 Do you mean, by the lady you are going to marry, the chorus girl men, tioned in that article?" his father asked.
 He looked, casually, at the clipping again. Does it mentioned herr" he asked indifferently. "I didn't notice"
 For a long moment his father re- garded him with mixed emotions. Six months of world travel had worked a wondrous change in the boy. All that old, peace-disturbing look of dis sipation was gene. He was a picture, now, of clean, vigorous young man. hood: he had gained wonderfully in self-reliance; he had grown; he had He was his son, and he was proud of him. But in his develop ment, in his growing like his father, he had acquired very evident share of that fathers dominant self-will. | And of that the father was not so It might prove diff cult to deal with. 'T don't believe I can approve of daughter-in-law who has been in the | he observed, not unkindly. ''If her family is all right, and it Is; 1 and if she's a good girl, and she is- what has her occupation got to do with it?" asked Farragut, pointedly. Maybe I'm prejudiced," was his fa- ther's tolerant reply. Maybe she's prejudiced, too," smiled the son. "She doesn't approve of Wall Street. She calls high finance highway robbery"
 That doesn't sound like the chorus girls I used to know" returned the elder man, with wink.
 Young Fultener stood up. "I dare say it doesn't" he said. She's not like any other that ever was. You'll | say so, sir, when you meet her"
 When, presently, he had said good bye, and was about to turn away, an idea came to him.
 By the way, father" he said, how's the market?"
 "Ctronp as elep;,ants" answered the |