The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-17
Our Daily Sport Story

hecome on necessity. Adamant is put ty compared to some of them He felt a sense of hurt and outraged hospitality. Here for years had ne mar bored and worshiped this delightful creature, giving her the adoration or his intense nature. only ts De nouted and mocked at the critical moment Tn his career, by Whlm porn oA iheAPii- cable foolishness.
 He swore again, pettishly. as he heard fresh, young voice carolling its joy, during his enforced shortness of toilet in the little room under the caves He had been regaled with much laudation relative to the charms or tne expected guest. He thought of her with anger and abused all womankind. sort ly, under his breath. An unreasonable, domineering, ungrateful lot, taking them all together. he declared, as he took his customary seat under the huge old oak, awaiting the brisk call to the delightfully."- rural breakfast which, he was forced to acknowledge, was perfect in its way.
 Suddenly, he fushed-the tide Of red sureed hotly to his eyes. Some way ward, unparented emotion thrilled him unaccountably. He slowly turned and there-but a few steps behind him she stood. Shy but gay, saucy, yet demure, with all the modest maidenli- ness and the softness and sweetness, even to the virgin eyes and dimpled hands. She had been but dream so long-a beautiful gracious dream. which had frightened his lonely hours and blessed his idle ones: and before her naughty unruliness, such an obedi- ent, dutiful lady, and here she vas materialized He gasped and paled, forgetting all self f-consciousness In his amaze He even closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten, only to open them to the exquisite vision. He had never, in his widest moments. antici- pated this. sudden fear grasped at his heart and stilled its excited beat ing Was he-had he-in his worry and distress over his work. muddlcd his brain to the verge of insanity? Was this but the creation of a diseased mind.
 Then she laughed and her laugh was like all the rest of her-gay and sweet and wholesome. "Auntie sent me to call you to breakfast. sir" she said and he awakened and awakening advanced, his work, his obstinate heroine. all the distress and worry and restlessness of the last month forgotten. It was ever so; q womans laugh Is the key to par adise.
 There followed heavenly days all too short and blissful nights, all too long, in which he slept to dream of his love and awoke to long for dawn and the smile or her and her eyes and her mouth and all her adorable, charming self
 There was not 8 cloud on the sky of his happiness-not even a tiny feath cry, white wisp of cloud to challenge memory and disturb the beauty of his landscape. She was all-sufficient. all- absorbing, and everything else was ( k at hxr N11 1l leaves that obstruct one's feet in glo- rious autumn path.
 And then-one precious evening, diff fering from the others only in that 1t was the latest and sweetest of them all "a gentle voice said softly:
 why were you so sad. so distressed, so altogether forlorn. when saw you here first?' She waved a dimpled hand in the familiar gesture he knew so well. His big, brown fist made an awk ward plunge and closed surely. warm ly, on the trembling white and pink flesh and held 1t fast. He laughed whimsically The remembrance of those days was absurd. That a man should care about a mere story to such an ex- tent as to be made miserable-PshawI
 But why?" she insisted, you don't answer me-
 He told her slowly, broidering his tale with richest romance, of his days of unrest and misery.
 And then" he concluded, when she refused to marry the man I meant her to marry. grew desperate"
 "Oh!" she smiled. then more seri- ously, but you were putting her fin your story without her consent. Was not that something of a liberty?" Her voice had chilled a trife.
 But I couldn't know that she cared. since she was only a lady of dreams" he insisted, and since I had harbored her in my heart for such a length of time, 1t was base ingratitude for her to refuse me what I wanted"
 And that was to marry the man you meant her to marry?' Her voice was very soft now.
 Yes" he repeated. that was to mar ry the man I meant her to marry"
 She smiled oddly to herself and | slowly--very slowly--moved a bit