FROM THE LIFE
Will," he said, handing it back, "I'll be sorry to lose you, but I don't want to stand in your way, and this salary is much higher—to be frank with you—than I could get the state to allow me for a secretary."
"It isn't the salary," Pritchard put in.
"No. I understand that, of course," Warren said. "But the salary should be considered. And added to the greater prospects of advancement—"
"It's the idea," Pritchard said, "of going over to Miller."
Warren looked surprised. "Miller? Oh, I see. Yes. I see. Of course, in a sense, we are opposed to each other; but Mr. Miller is a man whom I greatly respect, though we differ in our opinions of what is wise in matters of public policy. And I don't suppose for a moment that he had any idea—or thought that you would lend yourself, if he had, to any betrayal of confidence—"
"No, no. I didn't mean that," Pritchard cried in confusion.
Warren glanced at his watch. "Have you consulted any of our family?"
"No-o."
"You should talk it over with them. They're the ones best able to decide. And if you give me twenty-four hours' notice, I'll have Miss Davis relieve you until I can find some one to take her place. I'll be sorry to lose you, Will," he said, in the tone of an employer accepting a resignation,
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