The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-30
ANOTHER STORY.
BY JULIA TRUITT BISHOP. (Copyright, 1905, by Daily Saory Put

BY JULIA TRUTH BISHOP. (Copyright, 1905, by Daily saory Pub
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 "It is simply absurd for man like you to live his life alone,' said one or Mortimer Longs friends, immediately after his return to the city. Ana there's Miss De We're. now
 Mort. old boy, you ought to meet the finest girl in the world-little wal lie De We're" said another.
 Never mind, MT. Long, you will soon lose that bored expression, said another, AS she waved a be-plumed fan. "wallie De We're is coming back this week-and behold. there is your fate
 Wherefore, Mir. Mortimer Long, hur- rying away from town and the Waman' was overtaken by destiny in the shape of green devil-wagon. which brought about runaway. and deposited MT Long in a farm house. with a sprained ankle and a very bad temper. Several days of both left him in condition to send this note to MT. Driscoll. his fath- CTS old friend and partner:
 T am to be laid up here for weeks. Send me a stenographer-a man, or course-and I can at least be going on with my book"
 The next day a ay-mustached and smiling face looked in upon him, and MT. Driscoll shocks his hand warmly.
 Don't you dare to pose as mar tyr" he said. gaily. "Open window, fields, bees in the honeysucle, and you lying here at your ease, with nothing to do but think out novels. Wish l could break my leg--but there's no such good luck. However. I put an ad in two or three morning papers, and I suppose this ten thirty train will bring down stenographers by the wagon load By the way, said man stenogra- pher-"
 "oh. of course!" retorted Mfr. Long irritabIy.
 "Yes to be sure." assented the smli- ing old grey mustache. Kind of wo- man hater and all that. We'll, I'm off. back from the train-and nobody with him but a woman. by Ned!'
 The next moment MT. Long heard her step on the veranda floor. and in the hall and then MT. DriscolPs voice at the open door.
 why. upon my soul. Miss Walton. are you sure it's you? My, but I'm glad to see you! You've grown into your mothers own child-and she was a beauty in my day, you know. Whats that? Hey?"
 There was a low voiced colloquy. in- terspersed with unseemly chuckles on the part of MT. Driscoll. MT. Long gazed out of the window frowningly. A summer boarder, of course-a wo- man, to go chattering about the house, when he wanted the place just as 1t was with the men in the fields all day and the farmers wife working about the house and singing "On Jordan Stormy Banks I Stand"
 Presently MT. Driscoll came in, his face very pink and his eyes twinkling.
 Greatest good luck I've ever heard ofr' he cried. Girl I've known ever since she was So high. Has stenogra- phy down to a fine point. Not man came-lazy rascals-didn't want to leave the city. I suppose. We'll I've gots to go now, but I leave you and your book in good hands. Oh, come in, Miss Walton-let me make you &C., quainted with MT. Long. Good-by, Mort Work hard. now!'
 It was most irritating that MT. Dris- coll should have taken himself off just as MT. Long was about to tell him with spirit and conviction that he could not for a moment consider the employment of a woman as stenographer; but the fact remained that he was gone. This made 1t necessary for him to tell the woman so himself, and he looked about sternly for that purpose. What he said instead. was:
 You must be tired-that is such a peastiy trip out from the station-and in a wagon. too. Get Mrs. Briggs to give you a room, and when you are