The Prescott daily news., 1918-04-12
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Which Introduces a Lady and Two
 Gentlemen.

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 Gentlemen.
 Dressed In a plain white shirtwaist and an equally plain black cloth skirt, Miss Hazel Weir. on weekdays, was merely unit In the office of Harring- ton & Bush. implement manufacturers Neither in personality nor In garb would casual glance have differenti- ated her from the other female units, occupied at various desks. A business office is no place for woman to pa rade her personal charms. The meas ure of her worth there Is simply the measure of her efficiency at her ma chine or ledgers. So that if any mem- Der of the firm had been asked what sort of girl Miss Hazel Weir might be, he would probably have replied and with utmost truth-that Miss Weir was a capable stenographer.
 But when Saturday evening released Miss Hazel Weir from the plain brick office building, she became, until she donned her working clothes at a. m. Monday morning, quite different sort of person. In other words, she chucked the plain shirtwaist and the plain skirt into the discard. got into such q dress as normal girl of twentytwo delights to put on, and de voted half an hour or so to doing" her hair. Miss Weir then became an entity at which fe persons of either sex failed to take q second glance.
 Upon a certain Saturday night Miss Weir came home from an informal little party escorted by young man. They stopped at the front gate.
 "I'll be here at ten sharp" said he. And you get a good beauty sleep tonight, Hazel. That confounded of- flee! I hate to think of you drudging away at it. wish we were ready to-" -t .,
 "Oh. bother. the office!" she replied lightly. Anyway, I don't mind. It doesn't tire me. I will be ready at ten this time. Good night dear"
 Good night, Hazie." he whispered. Here's kiss to dream on."
 Miss Weir broke away from him laughingly, ran along the path, and up the steps, kissed her finger tips to the lingering figure by the gate, and went in.
 Bed" she sollloquized. "is the place for me right quickly if I'm going to be up and dressed and have that lunch ready by ten o'clock. I wish I weren't such a sleepyhead-or else that weren't pore wurrkin' gurl.'"
 At which last conceit she laughed softly. Because, for a 'pore wurrkin' gurl," Miss Weir was fairly well con tent with her lot. She had no one de- pendent on her-a state of affairs which, if 1t occasionally leads to lone liness,' has it's compensations. Her salary as a stenographer amply GOV cred her living expenses, and even per mitted her to put by a few dollars monthly. She. had grown up in Gran vile. She had her own circle of friends. So that she was comfortable, even happy, in the present-and Jack Barrow proposed to settle the prob lem of her future; with youths op- timlsm, they two considered it already settled Six months more, and there was to be wedding, three-weeks' honeymoon, and a final settling down in little cottage on the West side; everybody In Granville who amounted to anything lived on the West side. Then she would have nothing to do but make the home nest coZy, while Jack kept pace with a real-estate busi- ness that was. growing beyond his most sanguine expectations.
 She kissed her finger tips to him again across the rOoftops all grimed with winters soot. and within if teen minutes Miss Weir was sound asleep.
 
 She gave the lie. for once, to the say ang that woman is never ready at the appointed time. by being on the steps ,a full ten minutes before Jack Barrow appeared. They walked to the corner and caught a car. and In the span of half an hour got of at Granville park.