Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1916-03-30
There Was Hope


the hall began to unite her own lunch
con. I'm trying all sorts Of new kinds
now, because I've got to know how
to cook after Jimmie and l are mar
ried!"
II have picture of Jimmie, weigh
ing 210, sitting down blithesomely to
a dinner Of two delicate green pepper
sandwitches!" mused Miss Fatters-
halls guest, shifting.
"Humph!" echoed Miss Fattershall.
"He needs to diet anyhow! And speak
ing of pepper sandwiches, think the
very worst thing about growing old Is
growing so awfuily set in your ways!"
WE'LL" cried the other stenograph-
er, bewildered and her speech hamp-
cred by food.
i've had to go up to Mr.. William
Pye's house several evenings of late"
said Miss Fattershall ito take some in
portant dictation. The firm Is having
a terrible time about its foreign bus-
mess, and they are all worried to
death. OF course, as / tell Mr.. Pye.
It's perfect nonsense to think that any,
thing could happen to the firm of
William Pye & Son-yes, he took Will.
lie Come Again Pye into the business
last Christmas-and things are going
to turn out all right, but never saw
man who loved to fuss and worry
the way Mr.. Pye Sr. does. It's the
very breath of life to him! Before the
business troubles came he worried
about his golf score, his new spats.
the waiter at the club who salted his
coffee once, the way Mrs. Pye did her
hair and the Government of Patagonia
He learned to worry when he was
young, and he's saturated with It! His
wife is worse! Now, Willie and his
wife, one generation younger, are diff.
ferent l got it all figured out the 9TH
er night that they were like plaster OF
paris that is nelly and ready to run
IN any curve or twist of the pattern.
while the old people are set solid as
a rock!"
You ought to be poet" suggested
the other stenographer admiringly.
while l was waiting for Mr.. Pye
to get thru some papers, / could hear
Mrs. Pye Sr. conversing in the next
room with Willie's wife-you remem-
ter the ruction it raised when he mar.
ried girl right out of the chorus?
The family has calmed down since
they've begun to see that she really
reformed Willie and holds him down
TO business with firm and then firm
er hand.
MY goodness!" walled Mrs. Pye,
Sr., "it makes me crazy to think of
all this trouble! What If the firm
should fail? What would we do?"
ut WON'T said daughter-in-law
with casual yawn. "And it wouldn't
be any tragedy if it did. Do? Why, I
suppose I'D go back on the stage and
earn a living for all of you till Willie
and his father got on their feet again
something like that"
Mrs. Pye Sr, gave low moan,
like harbor bar. Imogene!' she nut.
tered. You couldn't do that now! Re-
member you are Pye! And it really
isn't done,'
ga Pye would starve to death Just
as quickly as Blovinsky from the
alley remarked .daughter-in-law,
cheerfully. Their stomachs are pre-
cisely alike. Why on earth shouldn't
4 help Willie out if he got in a box?
And the rest of his family if | could?
would be kind of fun, a change from
these pink teas l hate!'
"Now, just fancy" Miss Fattershall
interjected, "her getting tired of all
the society stunts! 1 can't believe it!
Still, she sounded honest. Wait till
1t comes, anyhow, Mother Pye,' said
Imogene, before you begin to worry!
Enjoy yourself now," Imogenen SAYS
her mother-in-law in a shocked voice
''how can you be. SO impervious to
trouble? How can one be cheerful
when one looks ahead?'
Don't look ahead says daughter.
in-law. You can only live one day at
time, you know-and this has been
perfectly gorgeous day!' 4 don't III.
derstand you. Imogenel' walled Mrs.
Pye. Mother says Willie's wife brisk.
ly, "A thorough course in studying me
" III w sOu dil tut SOOu III lue NCTlu.
It's what you needi'
"And on the other side of me " lille
was lighting cigar and looking like
q million dollars and clapping his ia.
ther on the back, father meanwhile sit.
ting slumply down looking like The
Martyrs Prayer or something worse.
Willie slapped him on the back and
chortled, Buck up, dad! Nothing to il!
We're coming out on top of the heap?
For Heavens sake go out and spert a
thousand dollars to get over that tired
feeling. Now, let's get at these pa,
pers."
Worry" said Miss Fattershall
"Willie and his wife don't know how
TO spell the word. And they'd be just
as cheerful and philosophic il they
really did fail in business and have 70
get out and hustle up from the bot.
tom / elleSS that's hetter than tba