Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-01-18

the monotony of idleness that irked
her. She had acquired the habit of
work, and that is thing not lightly
shaken off But during that day she
gathered together the different Gran
vile papers, and went carefully ever
the "want" columns Knowing the
town as she did, she was enabled to
eliminate the unlikely, undesirable
places. Thus by evening she was
armed with a list of firms and individ-
uals requiring a stenographer. And
in the morning she sailed forth.
Her quest ended with the first place
she sought. The fact of tyo years
service with the biggest firm in Gran
vile was ample recommendation; in
developed in their conversation, had
known her father in years gone by.
So before ten o'clock Miss Hazel Weir
was entered on the pay roll of fur
niture-manufacturing house. It was
not q permanent position; one of their
girls had been taken i'll and was likely
to take up her duties again in six
I
Hazel all the better. She could put
in the time usefully, and have a breath
ing spell before her wedding.
Three days went by. Hazel attended
the concert with Jack the evening of
the day Mr.. Andrew Bush received oS-
| tentatious burial. AT ten the next
morning the telephone girl called her
Miss Weir" she said.
Hazel took up the dangling receiver
"Hellor'
"That you, Hazel?"
/ She recognized the voice, half guess
| ing it would be he, since no one but
Jack Barrow would be likely to ring
her up.
"Surely. Doesn't it sound like meY'
"Have you seen The morning pa
pers?"
mo What"
Look 'em over. Particularly the
Gazette"
The harsh rattle of a receiver
slammed back on it's hook without
even a "good-by" from him struck her
like slap in the face. She hung up
slowly, and went back to her work
Never since their first meeting, and
they had not been exempt from lovers
quarrels, had Jack Barrow ever spo-
ken to her like that. Even through the
telephone the resentful note in his
voice grated on her and mystified her
She was chained to her work-which
d despite her agitation, she managed tc
wade through without any radical er
rors-until noon. The twelve-to-one
intermission gave her opportunity tC
hurry up the street and buy Gazette
Then, instead of going home to hel
luncheon, she entered the nearest res
taurant. She wanted chance to read
more than food. She did not unfold
the paper until she was seated.
A column heading on the front pag'
caught her eye. The caption read
ANDREW Bush Leaves Money to Ste
nographer" And under it the sub
head: "Wealthy Manufacturer Make.
Peculiar Bequest to Miss Hazel Weir
The story ran full column, and hat
to do with his interment. There wa!
a great deal of matter anent the prin
cipal beneficiaries. But that whicl
formed the basis Of the heading was
codicil appended to the will a few
hours before his death, in which he dit
"give and bequeath to Hazel Weir, un
til lately in my employ, the sum o
five thousand dollars in reparation fo
| any wrong / may have done her."
Hazel stared at the sheet, and he
face burned. She could understan
, now why Jack Barrow had hung u
J his receiver with a slam. She coul
J picture him reading that article an
t gritting his teeth. Her hands clenche
t till the knuczles stood white unde
the smooth skin, and then quite al
] ruptly she got up and left the restar
. rant even while a waiter hurried t
/. take her order. If she had been
. man. and versed in profanity, sh
3 could have cursed Andrew Bush ii
his soul shuddered on its journe
I through infinite space. Being a woman
! she wished only a quiet place TO or.