The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-05-20
Our Daily Short Story

I ''No one asked you! Not even your , brother?"
 !, My brother doesn't know how to dance. Thank you," as he handed her I the envelope.
 "wait, you haven't your ticket for today" he said, as she turned to go. T am not going to the fields today. I have to be at home" In 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, so at. night to pay off the "brats," but sent the cashier. Tn the evening he found himself on Twelfth street. He didn't plan a call--only to walk past No. 415. This. however. he was unable to do. as there was no 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 brief al- fusion to the managers kindness and patience towards his little employees. He wondered how the Times got such accurate information and were so cor rect as to details.
 T have it." he cried triumphantfy. 'Myra Cole was the reporter incog- nito. I might have known she was not what she pretended. working girl"
 He was in a peaceful, happy frame of mind all day and early Monday morning he sought the editorial offices of the Times.
 "Halloa, Lorimer." he said to the city editor. 'T want to see the re- porter who gave us such a good write- up yesterday"
 certainly. Miss Hayden wrote the article. Come this way"
 Waldo followed into 8 little office where a young woman sat at a desk.
 Miss Hayden, let me present MT. Waldo. manager of the sugar beet fac- tory"
 The young woman turned and Wal do experienced shock of disappoint- ment upon beholding a black-haired girl who wore spectacies.
 Your article in yesterdays paper was good, so good" he said, recover ing his composure,. that am curious to know from whom you got the facts"
 From one of the weeders--a very intelligent young girl"
 was her name Myra coleT he asked. eagerly.
 "Let me think" she unused. q be- lieve that was the name she gave me, although am not sure"
 Do you know where can find her?' -.
 ''No. do not" .....
 Bafied. Waldo left the office. Then 1t occurred to him that her father worked at the Globe Paper company. Happy thought He hastened to the ofice and asked for the manager, whom he knew slightly.
 Good morning, Mir. Grant. want to speak to one of your employees. if may"
 Certainly. MT. Waldo. Which ofes"
 His name Is Cole"
 A search through pay rolls failed to reveal an employe by this name. As he was about to take his leave a door behind him opened and a voice he in- stantly recognized said:
 Good morning. papa?'
 Quickly he turned and beheld Myra Cole, whom Grant introduced as his daughter! Her eyes danced mischiev- ously
 50 it was you who gave the facts to the Times?"
 She laughed happily.
 '"Yes; Laura Hayden is friend of mine and I did 1t to accommodate her and she wanted to go to c concert that night. so did the Draymen's union for her, too" ,.
 'will you tell me- he asked, gag ing earnestly into her sparkling eyes. 'why you did not reveal your identity to me?"
 "Oh--because-" she replied.
 Her father laughed.
 That is a favorite reason with my daughter. You will never get a more satisfactory answer than that from heri"
 But he did.