The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-02-15
IN AND OUT.
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BY ROB McCHEYNE. (copyright, 1906, by Daily Story Puo'
 Co., was in love. l knew II rom the way I dreamed, from the way sisneu' from the way l ate ,.... Old Bigot sized me up at nreakIas'' but he guessed wrong "Your'e not fit this morning, he said, after the other boarders hau gone.
 q saw you at church yesterday, he said, after awhile. ,... Aha! This was different why hadn't thought of him I,, beioreF -.'It was q fine sermon" he went oh' "Yes: who Is she?" I asked. "she?' .aThe orsanist. swear l never saw any one so good, and so pure ana so fair,"--I was getting over nay mead ---"so--ah-sympathetic In the inter- pretatfon of sacred music, addeu;
 she's a new one." she said es" terday was her first day waited for him to go on. but ne seemed to have dismissed her from his mind.
 ssWhat---ah---did you say her name was?" I ventured. as he rose to go. Name? oh, the organist-Tilliott This was something. I went to my little cubby-hole. three flights up ana threw on fresh log. ,- .u
 70, the face of my Phiilis is fair as a liIy's is-- There by the organ in church-and wrote the words as they came.
 "Hm" I unused, 'Tilliott? Did he mean Tillott or Tiilie ott?"
 70, the face of my Tillie is fair as
 She Sits by the organ in church she's divine. and she's human; ar angel. a woman.
 No others so good. or so pure ol 1 so fair"
 .oThe rhyme's better. but I think prefer Phyllis as a nanle%
 Bigot was alone at the table when went down to luncheon. He watched me pecking at my plate for some time | then he said:
 "Young man, you're out of condi, ton. You ought to do something. 4 IwaIk sir that's what you want. Gt | out and take a long walk.
 .srhe very thingl Perhaps I'll mee lTiIlie--no. Phyllis l said to myself
 'T think I shall take walk l sait aloud. Thank you, MT. Bigot. Th' Ivery thing-a walk" and l went out after an hour or more on my toilet.
 To the church first of course--a' though I should meet her there on Monday. The doors were closed ant | the iron gate was locked. II looked Il desolate as wren's nest filled witt snow. 1 strolled down the long street to the end of town. I quickened my pace and crossed to the river. paused to ponder. Must I wait an en. | tire week. I returned 10 the churct and was fortunate enough to meet th' sexton coming out l hastened tt | greet him.
 where does she 1ive--Miss Tilliot? I cried.
 'Teelyachtg' he repeated vacantly
 The fair girl with the wonderfu eyes and the pretty little dimple jusl | by the corner of--the organist'
 ''o-ori Mees ott?' and he told m'
 Then 1t is Tilne." unused. almost disappointed. An, we'll l sighed deeply, and hurried to that old-fash- toned quarter. St. Claire, Court. Suddenly stopped: My heart seem ed to melt. A sign: 1 BOARDING. Mrs. Tillie ott. Transients. Mrs. Tillie ott--married' Support | ing a worthless husband-children- drudgery--crueity perhaps.
 My mind teemed with such concepts and I was fettered, as in dream l While l stood thus, nerveless, the poor apologetic figure of superfious mar shuffled around the house.
 The viliainw I whispered. Ye there was nothing of villaing in hi' pale eyes. His body seemed to eX tend from the loose old carpet slip pers. up through collar two siSe' too large for him. without ever touch ing his clothes.
 He was about to set his foot on th' newly scrubbed portico. when th' door opened abruptly and a voice screamed:
 Hubert" withk a throaty' upward infection.
 Immediately he began such scrap ing upon the door mat that l though he should never have done and th' speaker stepped out before him.
 "Ah, this is the mother-she Is no married" said, mixing the pronouns land my heart began to rise. She wal fair and ruddy and wore her sleeve pushed up on her plump arms. Tn way that somehow denotes what | known as capable woman Sn seemed the kind of a woman that rar Ben Johnson would have called 'bux om.'
 "That'II do," she said, when "Hu bert" had satisfied her with his cere mony on the mat, and he softly melted through the open door.
 NI was approaching the mother or m. divinity with my hat in my hand, an' was about to speak when something in her glance seemed to pull me u Hike a sharp pull or the snaffle, Tn mat! I quickly stepped down and fol lowed Hurbert's worthy example.
 You're just like my husband sh laughed.
 I shivered at the compliment and sh went on:
 Are you looking for board
 would have admitted the he: bu just then saw what ! really was looA A ing for It was she had just pass ltnG glimpse of her ss she passe | thro,Irh inc hall, but she seemed maA