The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-10-04
Our Daily Sbort Story

1 grand. free life of the mountains. Il | wonder how any man could read 1t and be content with dull farm life. s1 "Every Sunday there is a story of lis in the paper and all are differ- ent. Sometimes he writes of wars and adventures, sometimes of lords and ladies, sometimes of politics end sometimes of wicked. low people. Fie | writes about everything.
 T cannot tell you how I long to know the real man. Through his stories have learned to know the heights and depths of his mind to | talk to him, to tell him how different he has made me. He can understand, but no one else can, the new thoughts | and hopes that have come to me. Before I knew him I was satisfied with this place and these people and land you, Jim. But, now" Does he know he's your twin | soul" asked Jim savagely. l The soul always recognizes its | true affinity.
 But you've never seen him. How do you know heSisn't married2" Because I've written to him and he has answered.; not by letter, but in the loveliest way. wrote to him stories and all they had been to me. but I did not sign my name His next story was the best of all. It was about a man who had worked and struggled all his life to make a name in the world and finally suc- cess came to him. But 1t did not bring happiness, for the true interest was lacking and there was a deep yearning always for the real love that would be an incentive to his work. One day it came. He received letter from a girl telling him how much she loved his stories and how thoroughly she understood him. And. Jim, the letter was mine, word for word, just as l had written 1t. It was strange how we'll 1t fitted in. The story seemed to have been written around 1t. The man realized that his life would never again seem empty. He did not know her name but he knew that he loved her, and his con stant prayer was that she would come to him. The story was called. A Hidden Flower" Isn't 1t romantic ??
 Its silly foolishness, Kate, loving people you never saw"
 You wouldn't think so, Jim, fl you had read his stories. I have them all here.'
 She produced a book made of heavy water color paper tied with pale pink ribbons and covered with pink and blue splashes, evidently Intended for flowers. The stories, clipped from the newspapers. were pasted in the book and on the wide margins were more splashes for. illustrations.
 Don't you care to read them Jim?" she asked, as he handed the ridiculous little book back to her.
 Much obliged. but I migh { spoi those. swell trimmings. Say, Kate, can make as good living for you al he can. ain't twin soul, but I've got a good farm and I'll give yot most anything you want"
 No, Jim," she said. firmly. "YoJ must marry some girl who will b, content with your kind of life. could never be. My soul has beer expanding and 1 realize how marrow such life would be. I should bt starved"
 Starved" growled Jim, land m, with a hundred and sixty good acres :. Are you the Sunday seditorT'
 A girl asked the question. She wa. very pretty. but there was a senti. fmental droop about her mouth and a cuItVated look of appeal in her eyes She wore thin. white dress, whit, shoes' a pale blue sash and a white hat covered with pink roses.
 Yes l am the Sunday editor," saiC the gentleman at the desk.
 AASS "OAN downstairs to coma up here and you would tell me vvhat l wanted to know. wish to see MT Weldon Wentworth"
 The editor gave her a ken looIx Hes out" he said curtly.
 When will he be in?'' she asked.
 He has left the city for an lndefl. mite period"
 Oh" said the girl faintIy. ',oh has he?"
 "Is there anything I can do fo, you?' asked the editor.
 No. sir, thank you. wanted tc sec him-Mr Wentworth"
 Sit down." said the editor, kindly and tell me why you wanted to ses Mir Wentworth"
 The girl took the chair he pushed toward her. T wanted to see him be. cause-because-I can't tell you yer, well, sir"
 Do you know himT he asked.
 Not exactly" she said, timidly. "l have read all his stories"