The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-02-15
Our Daily Sbort Story

| she led mo into the cozy sitting room, whether or no.
 'Hubertr exclaimed the wife as and the little man shifted like shadow into A corner l When she had leftTus, my eye wan dered about the little room. Every thing was as I would have 1t, from the organ standing open In the bow-win- dow to the pretty prayer book lying on the table. It was here that she liv- ed and moved and had her being. Everything in the room awakened a feeling of devotion in my heart. from the bowl of narcissus. arranged by her hand upon the wide sill. to the work basket and bit of unfinished needle work lying where she had left them upon the easy chair. I sat down and let my feelings run their course. l longed to cry out. to sing. to kiss the prayer book sanctl- I'hed by her devotions whatl would write on the fly leaves the verses I had composed ITO Phyllis Playing" | With the hand of a duchess, the
 organ-she touches,
 And touches the hearts of the people
 to prayer,
 While her left one. it thunders. the
 right one works wonders With tremulous trebles of saintiy-"
 T beg your pardon, sir
 The old duffer shuffled himself about and looked up in surprise. It was my guilty conscience had disturbed my thoughts. but he was her father. said
 Yes he replied; yes. haven't much to do. My wife looks pretty much after things"
 There was a faint odor on the quiet air. a fragrance that was like a remembrance.
 "The neighbors are cooking cab tbage." I said to myself, and I walked to the window, thinking up a pretense for closing 1t.
 Then I noticed the silence was not as intense as I had imagined in my tranquility There was the insistent sound of high voices coming from somewhere at the rear of the house. It had all the competitive cadences of Spanish children duarreling, and the vivacious determination of sparrows In the crotchet of tlee. sat mustng. until supper, was an- n0unced. -9
 we eat early because Tillie has company nearly every night, said the landlady. &
 "oh, mamma giggled her daughter, accenting the last syllable like the young thing in Lady Windemere's Fan"
 Do you like corned beef and cab bage, Mir? I never can remember names. We're that fond of it. Tillie, pass me MT Umummurn's plate"
 'Well-er--I lunched very late" stammered.
 She piled my plate high with the fragrant delicacy.
 "rillie approached with a trencher that only her fair hands could have made palatable, and the little man put his head down to it timidly. sniffling like a kitten.
 Now do sit up to the table. We just make ourselves at home here"
 l thanked her and stole hasty glance at the sylph by her side. The resemblance was striking. Take a few years from the shoulders of her mother, or give the daughter little more avoirdupois, and there you are! The hair the hands, the eyes. eveh the dlmole were the same. Both were eating and chattering with every or gan nature had given them for those purposes, but they were accomplish ing these diverse operations with n unanimity that civilization scarcely sanctions. The mother was discuss ing with her mouth tull, the viands before her and the laDyrinthine vexa- ton of the servant question, supplying the material of the one with her knife and emphasizing the points of the other with a fork full of kraut. The daughter was gesticulating with both knife and fork, while rolling under Ter tongue her admIratlon of Han ders sacred music ana a goodly DOT ton of corned beef and cabbage, in response to some words of mine.
 You haven't eaten at all" protest cd the landlady, as we rose. Will you be a regular boardef?" I'm only transient" I said, seiz- ing upon the word her sign had sug- gested.
 Most of my boarders are" she said sadly, As 1 sat eating my dinner among familiar surroundings. Bigot looked al me with pleasure,
 "Ah." he said your walk has brought back your appetite." Yes" 1 assented. there's nothing