Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1904-07-07
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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.
81 suppose she was in hurry to
dress for the Dance" he unused. with
shudder at the thought of that re-
fined maiden attending such dance.
Although an employee 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.
81 didn't wait for my money last
night she said
Il suppose you were impatient for
the dance" he said, with little sar-
easm apparent in his voice. you
must be tired Did you dance every
timer"
Il 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.
mo one asked mel" she replied,
wistfully.
mo 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
to-day" he said, as she turned to go.
81 am not going to the fields to-day.
l 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 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. AIS. This, however,
| he was unable to do. as there was no
| hn 1,ffar1v lost tn
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
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.
81 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 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 Il 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 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 AMI Wal
do experienced a shock of disappoint
ment upon beholding a black haired
girl who wore spectacles.
Your article in yesterdays paper
was good, so good" he said, recover
ing his composure, that | am curious
} to know from whom you got to-
facts"
From one of >the weeders-a veg
J intelligent young girl"
WAS her name Myra Cole?" hi
asked. eagerly.
!, Let me think" she unused. Il be
lieve that was the name she gave me-
! although l am not sure"
do you know where can find
! her?"
| mo, l do not"
Baffied, Waldo left the Office. Their
: it occurred to him that her father
) worked at the Globe Paper company
, Happy thought! He fastened to thu
Office and asked for the manager
whom he knew slightly.
Good morning, Mr.. Grant. l wan
to speak to one of your employees, II
may"
. Certainly, Mr.. Waldo. Which
one?"
His name is Cole
A search through pay rolls failed t
reveal an employee by this name. Al
) he was about to take his leave dooi
: behind him opened and voice he in
stantly recognized said:
Good morning, papa!"
J Quickly he turned and beheld Myr;
Cole. whom Grant introduced as hi
/ daughter. Her eyes danced mis-
chievously.
| $50 it was you who gave the fact
/ to the Times?"
/ She laughed happily.
Eyes: Laura Hayden is friend O
mine and | did 1t to accommodate hel
, and she wanted to go to concert tina
J night, so did the Draymen's unioI
| for her, too"
''Will you tell me-" he asked, gaz
J ing earnestly into her sparkling eyes
why you did not reveal your identit.
to me?"
"Oh-because-" she replied.
: Her father laughed.
THAT is favorite reason with ny
daughter. You will never get NOR
satisfactory .nswer than that from
her,
But he did.
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