The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-11-07

uVWsne 1OunulS0me lettefS to i0penNwtth
his ownshands today, ichiseened to
annoy him. Bisgruntlem still sway.
ed his paternal heart whenphe thought
of Rodney. He.was torn between love
and irritation where that boy was COM
cerned.
he turned to- the papers for consola.
ton and held one sheet;up to scrutinizs
the headlines. AS he didsso he display.
ed to thckempty room full page adj
vertisement Of 10 Sonp-the hand eof
Ambrose. iin fact which by some foc-
cult influence presently impelled him
70 turn the paper Overland glance at the
tastcpage next. The blatant sprawling
an. caused MN pang OF sregreI ana
disgust; and he flung 1T down. He took
up other paper and had the. same tex-
perience, then turned sangrily to some
letters, only ito be rewarded by the
sight Of 10 Soap circulars duttering to
the floor when he opened the envelope
the hand Of Ambrose again, I'M fact.
Another letter. and ianoth er-they had
got sbeastly way'-now OF ad dressing
them II. refined female hands, on good
stationery, 80 you'd think they were
Invitations lowed the first Into the
waste paper basket. 3
q It was q relief when Johnson pres
emily appeared and announced a caller,
though q great surprise to hear the
callers name. Mary Grayson! Now,
what was this sly puss after? he spec
sulated as he babe Johnson show her
in. Come to get. her: old job back, he
supposed. Wei, She could have It at
her old salary, Hessaids this last aloud
to her as she came into the room look
ing very sweet, he must admit. The
serious expression she wore was not
at all unbecoming to herr face.
The room looked Just, us It used to
do and the recollec tionI took Mary back
again in spite OF her engrosstng er-
rand. The diamond pendulum was
still swinging on the nantelpiece. Mr..
Martin himself wound saIl the clocks
In the house every. Sunday morning at
exactly half past 8, when. the hands
did not interfere with the keyholes.
But don't want 1t, 2 said Mary in
response to his ungracious proposition.
.oh, then, Rodney has sent you to
plead for him, = suggested Mr.. Martin.
"No, SIR said Mary. "He doesn't
know I'm here
'sThen what are you here for2' he
demanded, really curious.
sssTo make you a business PROPOSE
ton" said Mary stoutly.
why doesn't Rodney make 1t him
self?" asked his father.
"He doesn't know what it is," ex-
plained Mary.
that's something In his favor"
Martin conceded. 81 can't see much
use In women tying up In mems lbusi-
ness. Somehow love the lscallawag.
and, II, ! miss him around herel''
He looked at Mary curiously as he
said this, wondering how she and Roo.
ney were getting along these days and
what her errand really was, though he
didn't propose to give away hts inter.
est in It. She had betrayed the true
nature Of things to him once. What
w" sns so..s " " NV.
were interrupted, however, by John
so1s entering second time ana an
world that Mary had counted on,
llamely, MI. hoahey Martln ana MT.
ambrose E.,as Peaie. :,
On, tne whele hrm, ehf' SAID MI.
Marun, eyeing Mary SHARPLY.
mary started guiiuiys bor 9 moment
sne feared TINT hodney might bark
paeR 70 tnat So,oVo check MS father
n ma gwen her and grow jealous again.
sne couldne pretend TO pe pleased to
luse WV one naa
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