Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-07-30

 not come to his desk. To his amaze ment she had vanished
 T suppose she was in hurry to dress for the dance" he unused, with a shudder at the thought of that re- fined maiden attending such dance.
 Although an employe had been broken into the work of starting the kindergarten" Waldo appeared at the scene of action the next morning. She was there, as sweet and dainty as he had pictured her. She came up to him at once.
 "I didn't wait for my money last night" she said.
 II suppose you were impatient for, the dance," he said, with little sar- casm apparent in his voice. tsYou must be tired. Did you dance every time?o
 "I didn't dance at all.' was her astonishing reply. He had thought of her as easily being the belle of the ball.
 "Why not?'
 She gave an odd little laugh.
 "No one asked mel" she replied, wistfully
 NO one asked you. Not even your brother?''
 My brother doesn't know how to dance. Thank you,' as he handed her the envelope
 Wait, you haven't your ticket for today" he said, as she turned to go.
 II am not going to the fields today. have to be at home.
 Tn an instant she had given way to the jostling, eager children and was gone from his sight Everything went wrong with Waldo that day, and he didn't go at night to pay off the "brats," but sent the cashier. In the evening he found himself on Twelfth street He didn't plan to call-only to walk past No. 415. This, however. such number She was utterly lost to him unless she came to weed again,
 The next morning was Sunday and when he picked up the Times he was interested and amused to read a bright snappy article headed "A Day With the Beetweeders. There was a brief allusion to the managers kind ness and patience towards his little employees. He wondered how the Times got such accurate information and was so correct as to details.
 II have it. he cried, triumphantly. "Myra Cole was the reporter incog- nito. might have known she was not what she pretended, working girl''
 He was in peaceful, happy frame of mind all day and early Monday morning he sought the editorial of fees of the Times.
 "Halloa, Lorimer," he said to the city editor "I want to see the re- porter who gave us such good write up yesterday
 Certainly. Miss Hayden wrote the article. Come this way
 Waldo followed into little office where young woman sat at desk.
 Miss Hayden, let me present MT. : Waldo, manager of the sugar beet fac tory.'' 4.gnl lissf
 The young woman turned and Wal do experieneelt a shock of disappoint. i ment upon beholding a black-haired girl who wore spectacles. Your article in yesterdays paper was good, so good,' he said, recover { ing his composufe, "that am curious to know from whom you got the facts"
 { From one of the weeders-a very intelligent young girl. tWas her name Myra Cole?" he asked, eagerly.
 'sLet me think she unused. q be Iieve that was the name she gave me, although am not sure" ! "Do you know where I can find her?'
 NO, do not''
 Baf1ed, Waldo left the office, Then it occurred to him that her father worked at the Globe Paper company Happy thought! He hastened to the office and asked for the manager, whom he knew slightly.
 Good morning, MT. Grant, want to speak to one of your employees, if I may
 Certainly, MT. Waldo. Which one?s
 His name is Cole.''
 A search through pay rolls failed to
  he was about to take his leave a door behind him opened and voice he in. stantly recognized said 1 Good morning, papa:D Quickly he turned and beheld Myra i Cole, whom Grant introduced as his l daughter! Her eyes danced mis- chievously.
 ''So it was you who gave the facts to the Times ?'
 She laughed happily.
 sYes; Laura Hayden is friend of ] mine and I did it to accommodate her and she wanted to go to a concert that i night, so I did the Draymen's union for her, too.'' 1 twill you tell me- he asked, gag ing earnestly into her sparkling eyes, why you did not reveal your identity l to me?'
 'tOh-because-' she replied.