The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-05-22
BY r. Y. x.ANcAsrnR.
BLUE ANGELS.

0kOG AIvOGsSs "Blue devils are such pleasant com panions." 0rayson started up from the violet bed and looked about her in search of the speaker.
 The next instant she smiled at her surprise. Of course the weak, inpa- tient voice had zloated through the window above her head
 Some boarder must be sick in that corner room," shs reflected.
 Do try to be cheerful. Remember 1t Is your duty" responded female voice. ls
 Grayson hurried away. No wonder he is beset by blue devils," she unused. "Ye rods: wonder if she reads aloud to him in that voice. or if she relies wholly upon his sense of duty to keep
 him cheerful" She put her violets into . vase and VAS soon absorbed in strik- ing proofs from plates developed the day before.
 'soh. you beauty" she cried, as the first sea-yiew came out in the clear
 blue print. "Oh, you beauty; nothing of 2 blue devil about you-a blue an- Ths sunshins wAs kind to the young amsteur that day and biue angels inul- tipfied until her blOtters were full to overflowlng. In the afternoon she slung her kodak over her shoulder and start. ed out in search of more views. What A she paesed the corner room, the memory of the sick man and his blue devils struck . vivid contrast with her own happy, out.door fife.
 T wonder # he wouldn't like some blue aSeeis." she turned back and hur. ried1y showed . doxen Of her best "beautieG" into an envelope. Only pausing 1ong enough to scraw two words across the cover she passed close to the violet bed and dsxterously shot her package between the bowed blinds. walked on very fast, trying hard not to think Of the hole she had made in her treasures. but the slow was gons from her afternoon and did not return until she trudeed weArily. past the window and ceught the weak tones, now alive with animation.
 "How nns this is. Did you notice 1t. Nary7 This soa-yiewf It is almost as good e being on the beach," And begrudged them to him." she thought bitterly. T. who can see the
 mind, old lady, I'll take some of this selhshness out of you"
 The next day at dawn another pack. age of blue-prints was found inside the sick mans window; and for each day Of the week that followed . fresh package of prints appeared. Where they came from, no one could tell. There were c dozen kodaks in the house but mona owned by the invai!d,s acquaintances. 0rayson Lee, the fnost indefatigabie of amateurs, was known to be . perfect miser about her pict- ufee.
 Besides. she was never seen in that part of the grounds. Niles went on reveling in his angel visitors. He told himself that he had on the first package, and a queer re-
 treat among a group of live-oaks that
 had been photographed from a dozen different directions.
 "I will find her there." he said to himself again and again as strength | ebbed back. He felt convinced that the unknown was woman and whiled | away the long, slow hours weaving a | thousand fancies about her. She was kind, or she would never have sent the | prints, shy, or she would not have done 1t secretly; brave and honest, because the bold, free sweep of tho
 sea-line appealed to her so strongly that she could not keep it out of iier pictures. It was always there, or | nearly always. Above all, she wa tender, because. oh, because she Was
 a woman. He began to grow impatient | for the time to come whe he should | so forth into the world again and mee; | this ideal. He planned innumera ole conversations with her and long tramps after fresh views. He must get well-the season was going by So fast. With the desire for it, health cane The end of the week found him si:ttns in the sunshine upon the steps; an- other day. and he was on the beach looking with glad eyes at the sca- line
 and drinking in deep draugnts q: the
 seas strong breath. But the thoagat
 uppermest was that he must find her. Where were those live-oaks that made
 such queer seats with their twisted | roots? Farther down the beach he
 could see masses of dark green foliage | glittering in the sun and he set out
 determinedly. walking toward them
 How much farther off they were than
 they seemed. His knees began to bepJ
 and his breath came pantingly. iie | would stop and rest before he returnt d.
 Returned? The question was, would
 he ever get there. His head had joined
 the conspiracy against hirn. He ~hut
 his eyes to let the dizziness pass and
 when he loked again the goal was al
 hand. There were the massive trunks
 the twisted roots and, yes. there was
 a woman lounging lasily upon tic
 turf. Miles pushed forwarl with q
 energy that speedily exhausted his le:
 maining strength. When he sank ult '
 the grass near Grayson he had not
 breath enough left to gasp out If
 apology.
 The girl regarded him with clear grave eyes. Are you ill?" she ques tioned.
 1 Thursday, STORY OF A BoY." b