The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-08-21
Our Daily Short Story

full creations while she listened in a beatihc trance and her chaperon sat
 bv in admirinx delight.
 Once they went to hear the Nightin- gale sing.
 "Oh, I envy you-I envy your! said
 Myrta, clasping her hands in despair. T would give the world for a voice like that"
 Just then the eyes of the accompan- ist were turned toward her and a won drous light that was not of music lsaped to his face.
 "Oh, pity you-I pity your she thought. clasping her hands in rapture. Not all the gifts that all the gods have bestowed upon all the worlds of the universe are worth one look like tha-
 'Myrta," said Mrs. Langston. next day. T have letter from your fath- CT. He and your mother will be here on the 18th and I am to have you ready to so back with them on the next steamer. He asks very particularly if II have kept you at your music and away from social acquaintances. am glad that my conscience is at rest on that point. can assure him that you have met only musical people who help you along with your lessons. I think hc wants you to do something import ant for him."
 T never did anything for papa but upset his desk and lose his papers and worry him for money I should think l If he had anything of importance to bc done he would go after somebody else" oh, that last, last night when the notes of the farewell rang heart breakingly on the moon-filled air! T am coming home to American next year. Will you welcome me?' She clasped her hands and looked her answer with sinking. happy eyes. He took off the chain with the ruby and put 1t around her neck. Tt was given to me by queen of a mere earthly court. give 1t to the queen of loves court
 They were a day out at sea when Myrta began to learn the object of her
 sudden return.
 My child, I want to tell you some- thing"
 | She turned surprised eyes toward Iher mother She could not remember
 that that faithful parent had ever tod
 her anything except to be quiet and not laugh so much, and that pickles were
 had for the complexion, and she had
 not been ceremonious about those com
 munications. She waited and her mother went on nervously. You must know, my dear. that things have not been going well with lyour papa. At one time we thought
 all was lost and even the house must
 be given up. Think of me in hired
 apartment. fifth story, back. and wo-
 man shaking carpets over my window
 from the flat above"
 | A piece of Dresden china on a
 wooden chimney piece! Myrta's imag- lination declined the jump.
 Happily the misfortune has been
 averted by-whom do you think?"
 Again speculation halted.
 MT. Lester-your fathers old friend lyou remember ?-though, of course, years younger than your father-who iretired from the street last year just before the crash in Great Western
 came and put his money in-What is
 it they put it in, Myrta?"
 Pianos" said Myrta, unconsciousiy
 looking back to that last evening.
 Mercy! No, child! Whoever heard of putting money in pianos? Some times they put 1t in bureau drawers though MT. Lester did not. We'll, he lput 1t there. wherever 1t was and il brings in an income that would make your head dizzy. He is willing to put lup the money to save us. and all be-
 cause he wants to marry you. As soon las he sees you and gets your consent
 your father will have enough to pu lhim where he was in business. Youi