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Show , A TELEGRAM SERIAL , MODERN MARRIAGE; ' Bv ROB EDEN- - J Begin here: Mlml Parrisb and her husband. Doug, both worked. They loved life and each other and their Joint Income provided those luxuries lux-uries which spelled - hepplnees - to them. Even . Candy, their negro maid, was a luxury. There were Mlmt'a elater-ln-law, Ella Gray, and her husband. Cliff, who lived frugally, frugal-ly, to the point of peraimony. But Ella and Cliff ware parents of three children. Then one dsy Mlml learned aha, too, was to experience metnsrhood. A gay party at a supper club Is disturbingly Interrupted for Doug and Mlml when they are "dlecov-ored" "dlecov-ored" by a confident of Doug's uncle, who Is his employer and who haa different Ideaa than Doug about Upending mo nay especially In night clubs. Mlml Informs Doug of the expected expect-ed arrival. Their immediate problem prob-lem resolves Itself Into one of economics. eco-nomics. ' CHAPTER FOUR Parrlah Printers occupied Its own building of three etorlea, not a large building but one Homer Parrlah Par-rlah was very proud of, for ho bad personally worked with the architect archi-tect on the plans of the exterior and the entire interior, laying out each office as hs wanted it, the hope as he had found they should be through his long experience in the printing buslnaes. It waa a model plant, and when he came to It every. morning, he came eagerly to his own handiwork, and when he left every evening, later then meet of his employee, he left reluctantly. His own suits of offices was on earns In la the morning Just hew liverish hs was, and ha reckoned hie day accordingly. Bad days, medium me-dium days, pretty bad days, bright daya and awful daya. But Roaa we weed to the daya he bed bad them off and on for 23 years. Jamee McKensle, Parrlab's general manager, man-ager, also for a long period was used to the liverish days, but ho was not so quick at detecting them as Rose. Roas waa poaiUvely a genius with ths Parrlah barometer, Mcstensl thought. Mondays were naually pretty bad, even If Parrlah was not liveriah, beoauss there waa still the Impatience Impa-tience of Sunday about the lord and maatar of the building. Parrlah chaffed and chaffed oa Bun daya, for he came anyway to hia office, but he found it lonely with no one working there, and In the afternoons after-noons only McKsnsle dropping In. Likes Teung Parrlah o when young Doug Parrlah came into the reception room Monday Mon-day a little before noon, Ross fait a twinge of conscience. He Hkad young Parrlah, wbo aa far aa Roaa bad been able to find out waa the only male relative Homer Parrlah had. He didn't agree at all with McKensle that the boy was flighty and Inclined to be wild and irresponsible,- that he certainly would be ao one to head the buslnsaa of Parrisb Printers. That It waa preposterous pre-posterous to think of him In ths old man's place. Reas would agree that ne was young, that ho still had a lot to learn, but further than that he wouldn't go. What plana the old man bad for Douglaa Parrlah bad not been revealed to Roes even In eaid anything to the old man. Ton simply stood and took what be said, and be piled more and more on you. It wasn't the, first time Doug had been called oa the carpet not for night clubs, bat for other things. When he hsd bought hi new car. The old man thought It was too sxpensive a car for a man with Doug'a salary. "When I waa your age, I had a wall-established busineaa, small yet but with a future,. with proratee," Homer Parrlah want on, his eyellda narrowing. "I had money In the bank. I wasn't going to night clubs, and I wasn't riding around in care I couldn't pay for with cash. I pay my man a decent living wage. I ralae them according to their promlae. I expect them to live on than la ft hero when Mr. Parrlah called ms In and said hs wanted to see you right away. So I sent for you. Haven't the slightest Idea what he wants.? - Rosa was tailing the truth) He eeldom knew why the old man summoned sum-moned his employes. Often he learned later from the employee themselves, but never front the old man. Doug went Into the private office of Homer Parrisb, and when he faced bis uncle over the great carved desk. It seemed Impossible that the maa alttlng looking at him, hia smooth white handa folded on top of the blotter, waa his father's brother. In hie childhood Doug had. seen him so seldom t the rarest intervals, inter-vals, for the Douglas Parrlshea lived In Pittsburgh. It was only after the tragedy of the loss of his mother and father that young Doug had aeon mora of hia uncle, for Homer Parrlah than aaked the boy If he would like a Job In hia printing house instead of finishing college. Doug thought he would. He thought, too, that his uncle might possibly taks the place In his life that hia father had that la, he had thought that at first, for he didn't know hit nnole very well. It hadn't been long until he had seen his error. The status now of uncle and naphew was purely professional. Warns Doug He was waiting now quietly and somewhat nervously for what his uncls would hsve to say, aa all the old man's employes waited when they stood up In front of ths desk and looked at the old man'a folded hands. Homer Parrlah cleared his throat 1 underetand from McKensle that ha saw you at a place Saturday night called the Supper Club. The Saturday before I have Information that you went out dancing at the Statler hotel. One of my friends, who had a perfect right to be there because his income warrants ths costs and the cover charge, saw you. Now, Douglas, your Income doesn't warrant two Saturday nights in eucceaalon at expensive night clubs. I am paying you two hundred and twenty-five dollars a month. Your wifs Is sarnlng one hundred dollars a month, you say. That three hundred hun-dred and twenty-five dollars a month will hardly stand such a night club budget I'm simply warning warn-ing you as I would warn any of my men on small salaries, that night clubs and budgets don't go together." to-gether." Doug said nothing. You never the second floor, a large reception room which hia secretary occupied, and his own privets office, the furniture furni-ture of which he had picked up on hia many tripe to Europe. Except for his great desk piled with proofs and samples and current correspondence, correspon-dence, the room might have been a luxurious living room. Indeed, It waa Parrlah's living room. His home, the only home he ever had had, for the three rooms he hsd rented for 30 yeara at the Simpson- hotel be had never thought of as hie home. not varan rtrwui aw - .. confidence. Roaa waa aura they had not been revealed either to McKensle, for he aa Parrlsh'a secretary waa more Intimate . with his employer than McKsnsle. The old man made a confidant bt no one. Whether he was training young Doug to follow through In his fllace. Roes didn't knew, but In his heart he didn't think so. The old maa probably never thought of death, probably Imagined he would live forever. what I pay them. That's alL young man." And It waa all, because Perrlah'a eyee lowered to hia desk, hia haade unfolded, and busied themselves with some proofs. Doug left the office, and closed the door aa quietly aa he could, because the aid maa never wanted to hear the door eaeaa. Damn McKensle. damn the snooping friend of the old man I Daaus everybody every-body who wanted to rua your kfs for youl He and Mlml oouM stead alone. Tbey had from the time they were married, they didn't want any Interference! Still, Doug was disappointed Ha would have liked to have gone home tonight with good newa for MlmL He would have liked to tell her that the old man was going to give him a raise. He couldn't now. He'd have to wait a long time before he aaked for a raise, for the old man didn't forget things quickly. (Continued Friday.) (Copyright, 137. for Ths Telegram!) They wsra a place to go to sleep only, to work In when he lest his office, In the hour before he went to bed. True, he breakfasted In them, but his breakfast was never a leisurely breakfast It waa hurried because he was sager to get to his office, Dinnes he never hasl in his hotsl. Us usually had It after he left the offloe in one of three restaurant res-taurant h passed on the way to the hotel Admires Hia Offloe So his office was ths horns he loved, those four beautifully decorated deco-rated wails, ths carvings sent from aa old caatle In Spain. Whan he looked around the room he aaw In it the thinga he loved, hie books riding up to ths celling on ons aide of the room, sketches from old masters mas-ters he had been "nicking up" for All Roes and Mcnenxie anew sooui Doug was when the old man bad Introduced him to them soma six years ago when the boy had left college, a few months after his mother and father bad been killed la an accident Then Homer Parrlah had said, "My nephew, Douglas, he's going to work for me. Put him in the shops first McKsnsle. Eighteen dollars a week to start." That waa the wage of any apprentice appren-tice In the shops, and Doug In his rise from the shops to ths offices got no favors from the old man, or for that matter from McKensle. He waa advanced as any other bright young man might be advanced, alowly, thoroughly grounded la the buaineea as hs advanced. Dosens of other young men had gone through the sams progreeelon In Parrtsh Printers. Roes had known them alL Coata gloat Laugh "The old man In a good humor?" Doug asked laughing. Roas liked hie laugh, the oontagloua way It swept through the quiet room. He laughed, too, a little. "You ehould know Mondays," ha returned. "If you've got anything to aak him, wait until tomorrow." He aaw the Impatience in Doug'a eyea aa ha looked to the door which waa not marked, not lettered, but which led Into the Inner sanctum ef the old man. - Ha aaw the reluctance reluc-tance with which Doug left the office of-fice and went back to hia own desk. Tea minutes later, however, young Parrlah waa back standing before Roaa. "What's the Idea?" ht asked. "Don't know, Doug. You'd no more years, tbe toft beautiful wood In his furniture, the fine aged damask on his chairs and oouchea, tbe rug which had taken three g secretion of weavers ta make. Homer Parrtsh had never been married. In his youth hs hsd been too busy at his work. and the plans for hit future. New, when he might have had leisure U he waa willing to make It, he was quite self sufficient suffi-cient He dldnt Jieed a wife, he told hit friends, he had never needed a wife. Ho didnt need anything but his work. That made him happy, contented him. At so ha waa inclined to bo llvap-lib, llvap-lib, ' Not always, but sometimes. Hit secretary, Albert Roes, who bad grown old In hia aervlce, looked older than hia employer, although j he eras really several yeara younger, I could tell at a glance when Parrlah |