The Monticellonian., 1904-07-07

he helped her out of the carriage.
 At 415 Twelfth street." she replied. with a slight blush.
 And may I come and see you to- night, he asked.
 The blush deepened.
 'I am going to dance tonight"
 "A dance! Where?"
 The Draymen's union"
 His idol tottered
 With whom are you going?"
 My brother"
 This was more encouraging, but still the Draymen's union! He couldn't associate her with the enter. tainment. Mechanically he lifted his hat and drove abruptly and swiftly away. He was at the office when the wagon loads drove up in the evening. The children did not fulfill his pre-. diction of losing their ginger Their elastic natures had revived during the ride home all their hilarity of the morning
 Although Myra Cole was one of the first to enter. she stepped aside to let the others receive their payment. When the ranks finally began to thin Waldo looked up to see why she did not come to his desk. To his amaze ment she had vanished.
 II suppose she was in a hurry to dress for the dance" he unused, with a shudder at the thought of that re- lined maiden attending such a 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.
 T didn't wait for my money last night" she said.
 suppose you were impatient for the dance' he said, with little sar casm apparent in his voice. You must be tired Did you dance every time?9
 "I didn't dance at an." 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.
 "I am not going to the fields today. have to be at home.
 In an instant she had given way to 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, 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 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
 q have it. he cried, tripmphantly. "Myra Cole was the reporter incog- nito might have known she was not what she pretended, a working girl"
 He was in a 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 a little office where a young woman sat at desk.
 Miss Hayden, let me present Mir. Waldo, manager of the sugar beet fac tory"
 The young woman turned and Wal. do experienceI a shock of disappoint- ment upon beholding a black-haired girl who wore sneetacles.
 Your article in yesterdays paper was good so good" he said, recover ing his composure. that l am curious to know from whom you got the facts"
 From one of the weeders-a very intelligent young girl"
 Was her name Myra Cole?" he asked. eagerly.
 Let me think" she unused. "I be- lieve that was the name she gave me, although I am not sure"
 Do you know where l can find herr"
 No. I do not"
 BafHed. Waldo left the office. Then it occurred 10 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 employes, if I may"
 Certainly. MT. Waldo. Which one?"
 His name is Cole"
 A search through pay rolls failed to reveal an employe by this name. As