The Prescott daily news., 1913-09-10

his age The worst of it is that I believe he is discovering that all his emotion was unnecessary. He was dictating to me when the news came and he just stared at the slip of pa per and turned heliotrope. Me son!' he stuttered. 'Willie-he's married.'
 Last row of the chorus?' I asked, real sympathetic.
 "I-I believe so he said, kind of wild. Willie says she IS a beautiful girl and has given up her stage career for him!'
 q groaned, I was so sorry for MT. Pye. When they give up careers, says I. you may expect the worst. Especially when they make the bluff on account of any one like MT. Will liam-er-that is
 She'll ruin him!' Mr Pye cried sort of desperate. All she married him for is my money, of course! My | poor boy, you don't realize what | you've got into.' Then he grabs his hat and hustles home to break the | news.
 "Of course we were all crazy to get a glimpse of her when they blew in | from their wedding trip, me keeping | track of the affair in way because | MT. Pye dictated letters to me and | was so broke up he had to talk to somebody. He always spoke of Bill | as though Bill were the dear departed and he seemed to have forgotten the | path Bill had burned clear across Chi cago when he was supposed to be set | ting down to business in the office.
 William was such a good boy at heart says father, signing the letter I put before him. He always meant we'll Just little boyish frivolity. Miss Fattershall. Perfectly natural!
 Yes, sir 1 agrees. MT William was sure great frivoler.'
 "'And to throw away all his pros | pects!' he kept on. TO tie himself down for life to an empty head, a drug store complexion and a schem | ing, selfish nature! It's enough to break a fathers heart, Miss Fatter- ] shall!'
 It is that I agreed, almost cry | ing myself I'm of terribly sens- tive nature.
 The next morning after the bridal couple reached town who should blow | into the office one minute after l had 1 arrived at eight but Bill himself. Good morning, Miss Fattershall,' hn n hri my jaw had dropped, and that the office boy was supporting himself against the files sort of feebly. He | headed for his mahogany desk that had stood vacant for months, just as though he was actually acquainted with 1t, and rang for the head sales man.
 He kept up the gait all day and the next and then some. MT. Pye, | Sr., was just as overcome as the rest of us and spent three-quarters of his | time staring at Bill, who wore a heavy business frown and took only fifteen minutes for lunch.
 We were all stunned with aston ishment till one day the bride dropped in. l had expected languid blonde in a moleskin coat who would request some one to breathe for her-but not Mrs. Bill. She was about as big as a minute and pretty as peach.
 William she says to her husband, | I'll let you off fifteen minutes before closing time today for good behavior and you may take me out somewhere for tea. But if you leave any work unfinished you've got to get down earlier tomorrow morning to catch up!'
 "'Yes. dear says Bill, real quick and sort of tickled to death. I'll come if you say sol
 "All of us sat paralyzed, staring at the door through which she had led him. Then we all heaved an under standing sigh. I wish you could have seen William Pye, Sr.'s, face as l caught a glimpse of 1t just then-I never knew what a real heartfelt grin was before, st!"-Chicago Daily | NeCs.
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