The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-09-02

IuSlon or HIS dau&nter with some sat- isfaction. Caught you mapping that time, didn't I, Rosef I presume you had begun to think the case hope i less" The secretary did not under stand this, but Rose did and she rous- | ed her energies to avert her fathers | possible suspicion and chattered gally all through the meal. The Author, thinking she was setting her cap, for | the secretary. watched with joy the in- difference of that young person. who ate his meal In almost utter si- | lence
 l That evening when Dr. Jared Miles happened in to dinner the Author re- l counted gaily how Rose had for once been unable to make any visible im- pression. There was distress on the round face of the doctor as the Author | told how confused Rose was ana how cool the secretary.
 'T1e's all right" finished the Author, All the rest of 'em began to show symptoms at the first meeting But not this one. He's an unusual young man--very unusual, and discriminating, too. Resell have to get in some pret- ty clever work before he goes down and out.''
 You ought to be ashamed of your self" roared the doctor. "to insult your daughter in this way. Any one would think that Rose deliberately tries to make men fall in love with her" Rose stopped to recover her napkin and her father winked at her redden- ed face when 1t reappeared. ''Of course, Miles, no one who knows Rosie. like yourself, for, instance. would misun- derstand my joking" he apoiogized. 
 The Authors publishers began to be insistent, and for greater convenience the secretary. came to stay at the house for he and the Author were working at all hours. Incidentally, he came to see great deal of Rose, who was un- accountably--to her father-ill at ease and nervous in the presence of the sec- retary. The Author gloried in the inn munity of the secretary, and exulted openly to Rose and the Indignant Dr. Jared.
 Rose seemed to lack retorts, and moved about in a restless fashion quite new to her. She felt wretchedly un- happy. Since the chance meeting with this man in Paris. when they had looked at each other so Queerly, had both moved forward as If to speak, and then, remembering that they were ut ter strangers. had passed each other with only that look, she had carried the mans face in her memory. It haunted her. She had joked about it to her father, and had declared that this man she would have. and no oth- CT, but she was really more than a lit- tie In earnest. She felt sure that she would see this man again. and that when they did meet he would remem- Der her as she would him. Now she had to admit that. while he evidently did reInember, he was utterly indiffer- ent.
 Weeks went by. and finally the book was finished and dispatched to the waiting publishers. The Author meant to do no more work until he was again urged to 1t. and began to wonder just how he was going to discharge the sec retary. Finally he decided that he keep him to work upon the revision ot his novel, The Romance of Rose" which. being his only novel among numbers of books scientific and criti- cal, was dear to his heart. According ly, after dinner one evening, when Rose had wandered disconsolately Into the garden, and the secretary had gone stuuy to take out the manuscript to look 1t over.
 Being an Author. he was not devoid of vanity, and his eye rested lovingly on the pigeon-holed manuscripts and piles of notes, for he always kept everything. He began to pull out manuscript here and there and read 8 Pd6c LWUs hCH hG ItluSHlDSTGO what he had come to get, and ran his eye and his hand over the numbered compartments. He looked carefully in the place where the novel should be, and then took out everything and searched thoroughly.
 The Romance of Rose" was missing With a little excitement he began to look through the other contents of the safe, and discovered the loss of the pearls and spoons. Then he wont to the dlning-room and called Rose In out of the garden.
 Rose he asked. would you know a thief if you saw one?"
 Rose, seeing the 5isordered safe, knew what was coming and began to dimple.
 least, if saw him stealing. I would know him to be a thief. I think" Her father snorted.
 I'm not trying to be funny" he said. Some one has taken your pearls and some spoons-the best oneS--ano my manuscript of "The Romance of Rose !"
 T hope no ore will publish that" she said, "becau [ I should hate to be shown to the public in my true colors as that book shows me. It was & de- cided liberty on your part to use me az copy I'm glad the thing is gone, unless, as I saye some one publishes it."
 Please be serious,'roared her father. This is no laughing matter. I suppose you can guess who the thief is--and so can I. Here he comes now"
 The secretary came into the library and the Author called to him.
 
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