The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-07-26

Il suppose she was in a hurry to
dress for the dance" he unused, with
shudder at the thought of that re-
fined 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.
Il suppose you were impatient for
the dance" he said, with a little sar-
casm 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
today" he said. as she turned to go.
"I am not going to the fields to-day.
/ 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
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 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.
"I have IL. he cried. triumphantly
"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. 81 want to see the re
porter who gave us such good write
up yesterday"
Certainly. Miss Hayden wrote thu
article. Come this way"
Waldo followed into a little Office
where a young woman sat at desk
Miss Hayden. let me present Mr.
Waldo, manager of the sugar beet fac
tory"
The young woman turned and Wal
do experienced a shock of disappoint
| ment upon beholding a black-hairet
girl who wore spectacles.
your article In yesterdays pape
was good, so good" he said, recover
ing his composure. that I am curiou
to know from whom you got tn
facts"
From one of the weeders-a yer.
intelligent young girl"
"was her name Myra Cdle?" b.
asked. eagerly.
Let me think" she mused. 'T be
lieve that was the name she gave me
although | am not sure"
do you know where I can fin
herr"
mo, I do not"
Bafled, Waldo left the Office. Thel
it occurred to him that her fathe
worked at the Globe Paper company
Happy thought He hastened to tn
office and asked for the manager
whom he knew slightly.
Good morning. Mr.. Grant. 1 wan
to speak to one of your employees, If
may"
Certainly, Mr.. Waldo. whic,
one?"
/ HIS name Is Cole.
A search through pay rolls failed Z
reveal an employe by this name. A
he was about to take his leave doc
behind him opened and voice he IL
stantly recognized said:
Good morning, papa!"
Quickly he turned and beheld Myr
Cole, whom Grant introduced as hi
daughteri Her eyes danced mi.
chievously.
$50 it was you who gave the fact
to the Times?"
She laughed happily.
Yes; Laura Hayden is a friend c
mine and did 1t to accommodate he
and she wanted to go to a concert tina
night, so did the Draymen's unio
for her, too"
"Will you tell me-" he asked, ga;
ing earnestly into her sparkling eye
why you did not reveal your identit
to me?"
| "Oh-because-" she replied.
Her father laughed.
THAT is a favorite reason with m
daughter. You will never get a NOR
satisfactory answer than that fror
her,
Ruf ha did