The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-23
Our Daily Short Story

aase written or thought about fiorenee
 II Is not poor Florence, but poor me when we were girls Florence was generally risn,. and 1t turns out now that she was r'sh, when she married Frank and Is happier anu more contented and has more to iook lo, TOT
 ward to than any of us. After my experr snce tonight I don't believe can hardly DC civil to Mir. Hawson
 I was riding in the park and something about the carriage broke. told Wliian' 1 would walk for awhile and then go nome nom, in Q hired coupe. I thought the waiA would rest me. And. would you believe u, l ran right Into Florence and Frank anu their children. Frank carrying the baby. which sA the dearest little thing. and. what do you think. is named after us --and l never knew it. l am going 10 send her the daintiest and prettiest set or baby jewelry thai money will buy tomoFro" 10 often and have her at my house with her children as often she will come. In spite of mamma and papa and Mr. Hawson. too' if he objects. And the little boy too. IS the manifest little fellow-and looks lust like Florence about the eyes and forehead although confess he has Franks mouth Well. we talked blue streak and It began to get cold and they asked me to go home to luncheon with them, and l went would have called a carriage. but I know how proud they are. It was the second time I ever rode in a street car. and it
 wasn't % had after all--in fact. 1t was very interesting to watch the people and much more human than riding in gloomy grand eur In your carriage with only William and
 James near you. and neither of them more
 human than brass image. The was crowded, but We entered tw"
 ntce-looking young men got up and gave
 us their seats. And Florence held the
 baby and I asked Arthur Chats the boy)
 to sit in my lap, but he saw that the men
 were standing and declined with a gravity that was delightful
 They certainly have the most homelike and delightful little flat. There Is an at mosphere of homliness about 1t that makes
 my great house feel like a hotel. I know q lot of changes I am going to make in
 the house. however. right away And
 Frank is as loverlike as he used to be be-
 fore papa forbade him the house and he
 and Flo spoon just like two silly youngsters.
 We hadn't been home long before another
 young married couple and young artist dropped in, and such lively conversation
 I have not heard in years. Frank Is as
 witty and clever as ever. and the other
 men were most interesting. And they did not talk business at all-not a word in the entire evening. Why. I learned more of
 what is going on in the world than I ever did know before. There are lots of things more worth while than business and fash ions and society.
 me and l followed her out to the kitchen. The maid was away. it being Sunday. and she was going to prepare luncheon and
 wanted to talk to me. She just put on an apron and got together things so fast it made my head swim. She said she was going to make welch rarebit in chafing dish so as not to make much fuss and waste a lot of time She let cut the bread. It was great. fun. although the slices were not very even.
 It was the finest luncheon I ever tasted | Just a weloh rarebt. which she made fin | chafing dish. on the table and bread and butter and beer. Frank opened the beer | himself. It was very funny.
 After luncheon Florence played on the piano and we all sang The artist told the | funniest stories and the other married man his name was Jenkins, l think. and he writes for a newspaper or something-re- l cited some poetry. and Frank kept making | those clever remarks and Mrs. Jenkins was | nearly as clever as Frank. and-well. 1t wal eleven o'clock before I realized 1t. and | Frank telephoned for a hanson. and here am after midnight. still flushed and ex- | cited. with more to think about and more | things to look forward to than I eveI | dreamed of in my narrow gilded life. Poor | me.