The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-03-27
TWO COQUETTEs.
BY yurrA TRu1rr BISHOP,

- UGkA ThO41A
 tCopyright, 1904. by Daily Story Pub. Coo me pretty girl at the foot Of the ladder nfted a laughing face toward the good looking fellow at the top. as he deftiy iastened rose vine into place. VT coufse it's true" she eaid. ''i know an about 1t. A girl simply detests a man tnats always at her beck and cali-like wretched little poodler
 The young man pushed his straw hat Iurtner back on his black curls and look ga down at her reiectvely. , dcn't know If 1t ain't so." he said. reckon that's the trouble with most of lus-we're too obiigin-but think of you Dein cute enough to find 1t out!' me pretty girl laughed with meaning. On, I've had vast experience!" she saio. A man needs to be independent ana show girl that he's not tied to her pron-sfring-that he's not her slave. l nate these namby-pamby, fetch-and-car- " kind of menr'
 oom or language that carried conviction witn n. The young man ceased hammer the ladder.
 Are there any other directions for maxim girl love a-a fellow?" he ask ga. with the simple directness of one who merely wanted to know ehc ger peneVe that you are naif way in love with some other girl. . she said. smiling and dimpling up at him she had beautiful. long, brown lashes which made swift glance something to De watched for: but, of course, she could lnot have known this.
 The young man came lightly down the ladder. having dismissed the Subject from his mind. one would have said. He took up his coat from the step and began put ting 1t on with deliberation
 Why" said the girl. in surprise, ,"aren'i you going to finish my rose vine?'' I've done all I can today" he said with large indifference. "I promised Rose Murray I'd go by an help her with her flowers this mornin'." When are you coming aRain?'' she asked. with her pretty head held just a trine higher.
 T may look in some time next week, '' he replied. settling the coat over his atb. letic shoulders. She waited a moment foi something more. but as 1t did not come she suggested, sweetly: Rose is rather pretty girl, don't you | think. l have seen her only once, and that was at church. when she twas fixed up-of course there's no telling how she looks in her everyday clothes-but 1 | thought her rather a pretty girl"
 She's the prettiest girl know" said the young man. with judicial caimness The face of the pretty girl who was be. fore his eyes flushed a sudden crimson T wish the fates would give me a friend like you," she said. with a gentle wistfulness. and with q swift glance from under the long lashes.
 You needn't ask the fates about it. he saidt shortly. Well, good-by, Miss katie-I reckon I'll see you some time next week.
 As he went swinging away down the shady woodland road she looked after him, her look of annoyance shading of into one of amazed comprehension. My. but he is quickr' she said to her. on mel''
 A moment after she added with q smile.
 And he's so handsomer'
 ''It worked with hef!" he was ejacu. Iating to himself as he went. Now why won't 1t with the other o1cS" But he did not go to the rescue oi Roses flower beds. He went home, in. stead, and ate his dinner in peace, and then worked in his mothers garden, like a dutiful son. His brows were gathered in a frown as he worked. as though he pondefed some perplexing problem. But by the next morning he had solved the problem, apparently, as he started cheerfuily out on the road that led tc