Arizona republican., 1911-09-11

q Wltn., tud soScchasrsslC3AfhoPoS eiS" stronger. ,thougffssheshurt, was little assuaged. 4tswould9take-sraong2time to heal thntsshe sknew-alL her, life. perhaps.s. Buo Pen seemed so his wontedsselfefoher hersthab had 1t not been for thaealwaysEirid recollection she would not havesdreamed that his most Idle, thought sl1ad strayed to an- other. Itswas; O wholesome indication, she thoughtafhat he growled 10 her so freely about the succession of fem mine incompetents that occupied his working hours. ;s. s2a <" Esas-
 At the end of three months Pen declared that he had nothing left to learn of the Typist and her in- finite variety. One by one she came to him, soiourned a little space. and course, that he was not to expect the perfection once vouchsafed him; but even as his standard approached nor nal, none of the available supply measured up to it. Two people did not suffice for the lost Miss Park man. Her box of retreat In the outer office was given over to a serious young gentleman whose manner let it be implied that he had been en- gagged at a crucial moment for the salvation of the firm. and that he was hourly crushed beneath his responsi- billties. Pen longed to kick him. Miss Parkman had been snapped up by old Tillotson-of the cut-throat Til lotson Trust; and Pen fancied a ma lignant content in the impressive hulk's attitude toward himself when they met It was young Tillotson. however-that single. feeble hope of the mighty housewife mentioned Miss Parkman one day, in the Club lounge, giving information that di- vided Pen between illogical anger and practical hope. With a verbal flash that scared even young Tillotson's cal lous hide. he made haste to Billy Tru- dell to relieve his mind further.
 "Dyou know. I'm tempted to try to get Miss Parkman back" he began without preface. Trudell lifted his brows, slightly. without turning his eyes from the window through which he inspected. sourly, the section Of avenue it framed; but tha: was all Pen had looked for. Trudell had been inGulging. for weeks. in a 'liverish" spell that exceeded anything his friends felt called upon to endure Pen. however. business-bound, had not been exposed over often 10 the re frigeration that met all advances, and so went on unheeding
 If it WIS money she leI; for-and that's all the reason l can guess at I reckon she's found that Tillotson yets his moneys UOTth. He'll drive her till she smashes. And that-tha Gnspcallatle offspring of his" +, mace an unlovely sound of distast, and gestured iInpotently, as men wer, apt 10 do in speaking of young Tillo, son. Billy Trudell turned his head.
 What has young Tillotson to dr with herr" he asked. His face wa IS impenctrable as ever. but tha. Il, had asked a question evidenced in tcrest out of the common. Pen shrugged.
 Why. she-caught his attention. Or one of his visits for funds l suppose Ne@ face. new type. Well, she didn'i care for his violets or his vacuous compliments. and told him so, flatly. lie impa.ted his grievance to me just now. and asked me 10 give him a line on what the girl was after, anyway. Well. gave 1t him! But he'll bother her-you know his sort. So I'm thinking she'll be willing to take less. where she's sure of the treatment she'll get Anyhow its worth trying" He sat bacl; almost contentedly as an attendant came mp with letters for Trudell. who took them and looked cut on the avenue again. Presently his fingers grew busy shuflling and turning the unopened envelopes He twisted and folded them and finally began to tear them into tiny bits and then closed his hand hard on the scraps and faced Pen.
 Why did she leave you?" he de- manded. Pen looked up quickly, more in surprise at the tone of the question than at its nature.
 "Blest if I know. Never word till-why, it was the day you ap peared from your last trip. I went cut with you,-fOund her note when l got back well, I regularly crawled. I can tell you. but no use-she would go Sine seemed sorry. too. Sine should have given us a chance to match I'll iotson's ofer-it wasn't just the sort of thing I expected from her"
 Billy Trudell continued to look al him, clasping and relaxing his fingers on the paper in his palm. He said nothing. But at the incredible thing Pen saw-or felt--in his face, he sat forward in the great chair. concerned and inoreiulous together.
 Why" he said. slowly. "I say. Tru' old man"
 Trudell interrupted bruskly. though quietly. his eyes curiously coh. Then 1t hasn't occurred to you, Pen, that she left because she found herself car ing too much for yOaf'
 By his recoil by his stare of con sternation, by the honest dismay and shamed color that flooded his face, it was evident that 1; hadn't occurred to Pen Billy Trudells hand opened and