The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-30
Our Daily Sport Story

quite rested we will talk over-the work"
 And all this because he had looked around upon a pretty young woman who was standing there in the posi- tion of a schoolgirl caught at some piece of mischief; her fingers locked together. her face going from red to pale and back again. If the young woman had been homcly and composed he would have sent her packing with out delay. but what man could be so harsh with a pretty woman, who evil dently thinks him an ogre?
 "She has never worked before,' he assured himself when she was gone After they work awhile they grow a little-just Q little hardened and defi- ant-and who can blame them? No, this is her first work"
 And Mir Long, plunged deep in mus ings, did not even wonder if his em- ploye knew how to spell. which shows well. what does 1t not showE
 When she reappeared, in the course of the afternoon, he devoted himself to removing the impression that he as an ogre, and did 1t so ass1duously that Miss Walton was moved to recon slider her first nasty resolve to throw away the position and go back to town. Not that she was less constrained in his presence. however. Her color flush ed up whenever he spoke to her and seemed to occasion her great distress, and she could not be happy until sho was set at work. Wherefore he had his desk brought to him and resumed the dictation of his story where he had left off writing it a month ago.
 How easily 1t used to flow, that storyi" he sighed, as he glanced back over the well remembered pages. Tt aIN of the first. I wonder if 1t will go as we'll. now?"
 And to set her at her ease, he talked about the book and outlined the plot. It was very necessary, he told her, that she should get into the spirit of it be- fore she began work. He took especial pains in delineating the character of his hero, who was man wholly ab- sorbed In his art-it happened to be writing-to the exclusion of all the world of mankind. He was thrown in to daily contact with the sweetest and most lovable of women, who loved him tenderly, but he was unconscious of her love and walked serenely off the last page, busily planning the plot of an- other story. while he bids the woman good-by forever.
 "Are you ready to begin?" asked the girl timidly. He noticed that her eyes were gray.
 He began dictating. a little halting- ly at first, and then more smoothly; and there was no other sound in the room save the drone of the bees.
 There was a swift flash in her grey eyes. he dictated, and Miss Walton looked up hurriedly. You mentioned that they were blue, a few pages back" she reminded him.
 Did IF" he said little annoyed. That was blind ignorance on my part. Her eyes are gray"
 And the dictation went on.
 You are tired he said at last. 'I am not going to weary you out the very first day. Besides, I need a little rest myself"
 'T am not tired in the least" she said. If you care to go on"
 Not today" he insisted There is plenty of time. Let the publishers wait. There is no reason why should rush with this work"
 Tn fact, it began 70 seem good to Mir. Long that the writing of this novel should be done deliberately. Success full authors made a great mistake when | they allowed themselves to do nasty or | ill-considered work. He would go slowly and be very careful. | He went so very slowly during the | days that followed that the girl some | times looked at him with puzzled | frown. At this rate. not half her time was employed. It was all very well to l sit and read to him during a good part | of every day, but this was not the way to get books written. Moreover, 1t be-