The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-10-16
AN ANGELS FILTRATION.

| One of them thar angel-faced womel
 that I wouldn't trust across a hill o Why, motherr'
 | You needn't look at me, Elvfry. I've lived few years Ionger'n you. Good tC
 look at as sugar cake and nothin' to 'en
 inside. l hain't lived for nothin." The farmer took his pipe out of his mouth at the kitchen door. Her moneys just as good as any one: for boardin, My 'sperience s been thai | the chiny doll kind aint big feeders. Lei you"
 Mrs. Sweetwell sniffed dangerously.
 Nun said then. Elviry, write 'em a inn, note an an say X yer paw n be glad to have fur 'em. but I won't warrant 'em."
 And I'll help you" said Elvira. gent ly. and some day the mortgage will be
 The farmer looked up gratefully.
 Elviry.'
 Lots O things can happen in two years broke in his wife. and Elviry haint strong"
 But the boarders came, a prim middle aged lady much given to library books and magazines, her invalid sister, who and the Angel 1. e., Miss Fleda Watson, tall, cool, fair, and with a contemplative expression that might have been bor- rowed from one of Raphaers cherubs. . upstairs and down. The wide front DOT tico was turned into an outdoor sitting room for them, and Miss Fleda impro- vised awnings out of bed ticking and re- arranged the old furniture.
 It transformed the really picturesque old farm house and it drove the owners to the rear. It kept the women busy from morning till night. The Watsons paid well, but were fastidious. They were used to servants and expected more or less attention. After the first day or two Elvira found that she had no time to array herself in neat and pretty gar ments towards evening and too tired to care. When the days work seemed fin- ished, she was glad to sit on the kitchen porch and cool off before she climbed up to her dormer-windowed room for a much-reeded sleep.
 In the meantime Miss F'Ieda. uncon- scious enough, wore her dainty white gowns. swung in the hammock and read novels. In two or three days the novelty was past and then she grew a trifie rest less. At home she had her Sunday school class, her church work her social settlement interest. her own friends. Miss Fleda was an almost fiawless creature ac- cording to the rector. who only saw her when she had put on her halo and posed In becoming attitudes.
 In four days Miss Fleda was bored. It was the absence of excitement and ex- citement included the presence of the male.
 Miss Fleda was a 1rt. and 1t was per lcSliy lo IltI lD pOSe dfiu raise her blue eyes to an appreciative pair of masculine orbs. Her mother felt re- lieved here. Her daughters tendencies had occasiond her several bad scenes du- ring the past three years. But here why, here she was safe.
 Miss Fleda had hardly noticed the pres ence of Elvira, probably because she wore dark print gown and a sunbonnet most of the time. She felt herself a su- perior being and would not have thought of such a thing as finding a pretty face or figure under that disgusng costume. The truly miserable one was the farm CTS wife. Her heart was wrapped in dreams of less toilsome future for FL vira. and now she was only drudge for the sake of few dollars.
 One night the two sat on the steps un- til late. The dormer rooms above were very hot The mother placed her hands on the girls uncovered curls.
 Don't you work on Sunday"
 "Oh, yes. mother"
 But there'H surely be some of them young men out here. l heard today that the squires son will he at home and them two college chums with him that you all had such good time with last 
 Elvira's eyes filled with sudden tears In the darkness.
 Last summer and this one are not the CTS around. Where could l have any Seems like their money had bought up the whole house and all our time and everything"
 She spoke with bitterness. The iron entered the mothers soul.
 Tuesday TWO WORLDS AND TIII