The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-04-19
The Story With a Sequel.

Copyright 1902. by Daily Story Pub. Col
 And now, Bot" announced the Rising Young Writer, tilting pack Tn ms chai from the table and confidentally address ing the ink receptacle, we come to 'he end of the story.
 .'Tho beautiful Princess has been res cured; the Prince has undergone as mary hairbreadth escapes as we can really ai- ford to throw in for s. and the naughty ogre has been killed off by partakin9 or a box of poisoned dragons. sent anony- mousiy through the mails. An up-to-oate touch, that last, Botty. my boy
 The container of writing fluid remain ing unresponsive. he continued:
 Some folks say, MT. Bottle. that writer always pictures in his hero nm self, but I doubt that. l guess III! n roes are mostly composite creatures win just enough of me in their ake-up 10 furnish them with movable joints, so to speak. at the knees and elbows.
 But I'll tell you who poses for my villains-alf of them. acclaimed the R. Y. w. with vehemance. Mister Dem his O.. Smith, commonly called Denny. Fate tried to conceal him, suppose, put I wish she had gone far enough to nave him born in a settlement off the railroad In Afghantstan, and made Afghanistan an undiscoverable island. and instigated international laws against exploring Denny is a smiling, good-natured chap. too, and I. could like him. were he hot TOOL enough 10 Sct tHe kobu puh'tiS' '' the gsrl 1 like. and 10 carry his audacity to the point of liking ner also.
 Nothing being forthcoming rom the insensate vial. the R. Y. w. kept 1t up. with much satisfaction
 But let him smile and smilc-hc II al- ways be my villains. Hes been the hard hearted usurcr, that turned out the widows and orphans in the coid' colu snow; he's been the faithless lawyer that destroyed the will and left the rightrlll hai, y~,tI,In hI,t InnIIrntnr starvation. Hes committed every daSt- ardly decd from treason and arson 10 boiling the straight Prohibition ticket: and in our present story. Bot, we maoe him the horribl ogre, q ifendlsh outcaSt and carried his degradation to such degree as to make him opposed to the higher criticism, and in disgrace with tue admipistration.
 I've heaped ndlgntty, contumely and insult upon him. I've made him victim of moving accidents by field and 1ood. I've shuffled him off this mortal coil by every known means from the wheel ana rack to choking to death on collar but ton. notwithstanding which, l invariably
 find him occupying her front steps or parlor sofa O night on Tuesdays. Thurs days and Sundays.
 But never mind, Bot, I'm sure shes mine
 So what care l
 Though Smith he nigh7 I'll live for Nan
 For Nan I'll dic."
 A knock came upon the door. Tho warbler arose and admitted, decidedly to his surprise and discontinue, the very lady. the subject of his impassioned ditty and object of his affections. Perhaps he wondered how thick the woodwork was.
 Why what on earth, Nan" he began.
 "T have something to tell you, Dick" replied the young lady, in a tone that might have been flrmcr.
 You must have But won't you have a chair?"
 No. it won't take but a minute" she went on. Dick, I'm going to be married. .
 Now Dick had often imagined her telling him this very thing, and himself nobly resignng her, ucknowledgng has own unworthiness, wishing her joy and so on quite human sort of picture and one that most lovers have sometimes conjiired up. Nevertheless. it hit him hard. and the only speech he could frame was the very uni omantic. yet nat ural question, Who to?" You know-Denny
 "But isn't this rather suddenT
 Maybe it is." said the girl half defl- antly, but his uncle died and left him Sl0.nAo and he came and asked me, and | 1 just couldn't stand that factory any longer, and now I've got to go on with it, | for yesterday I quit. And you know, | Dick, never said l didn't like him as