The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-10
K1 MA New York. ss....
MATCH MAKING,
New York.
By Frank H Sweet.


 Copyrighted. 1907, by Homer Sprague. Ensconced behind his flower boxes on the veranda, Tom Brett could look into the neighboring garden and watch her: for she. too, sought the cool and sweet ness of her garden. On Tuesday even- ing she espied him. What man could resist that smile? There was a silent, perhaps unconscious, invitation in 1t that brought Tom to his feet and to the wall.
 Good evening. MT. Errett." said the girl in white.
 Good evening" Miss Smith," answered the man on the wall.
 You look altogether too comfort able, I think we shall have to follow suit and build a veranda'
 Don't. Use mine" was on his tongues end; but he only responded: Tt is com fortable." Then the informality of the situation was too much for him. Wont you come over and try it?" he pleaded
 I'm afraid the wall is too much for me" she said, smiling demurely.
 Tom was man who never turned back, his hand once on the blow. He dropped back quickly to the ground, on her side of the fence.
 I'm dreadfully lonely" was his apol- ogy.
 On Wednesday she was not visible, and there was void upon the earth On Thursday and Friday things resumed the new glamour On Saturday. the moon was a shadowy crescent above the tree tops; the stars were still veil ed in sunset mists; the air was odorus with the scent of nsignonette and sweet peas. Tom. expectan, written in every feature. waited for the flutter of white amid the flowers. the sound of a voice which was like no other voice he had r1 4 ha approach, he stepped boldly on to the wall
 Special delivery, sir" said a servants voice behind him. He opened the letter, conscious that her eyes were upon him It was from the wife of a college friend inviting him to spend Sunday at their country place. He glanced at his watch. There was barely time to catch the last train. Then his eyes fell upon her
 Answer, sir?"
 'No-yes-wait a moment"
 His eyes still sought hers
 Gan I help you?"she asked sweetly
 Will you?" he flashed eagerly. May I go to church with you tomorrow
 The corners of her mouth drew to- gether in a wise little smile; flor Tom had not impressed her as being a churchman.
 "Yes-but it's early mass"
 Tom did not finch.
 Thanks he said quietly. and, scrib- ling a few words, he handed them to the man.
 ITO Mrs. Herndon Roberts. Holly
 House, Columbia Heights, N J..
 Another engagemen ent Impossible to go. Awfully sorry Thomas Brett" ITO Mrs. Herndon Roberts, Holly House Columbia Heights, N. J.: Your letter miscarried and came too late. Greatly disappointed Will run up next Saturday If convenient to you
 Augusta Smith" Herndon Roberts. returning from the Columbia links found his wife staring at the two telegrams with dsappoint- ed eyes
 Fate Is against us." she groaned Tom has another engagement-here's his wire, and another from Augusta says that my letter miscarried and reached her to late. I shall write them both special delivery now
 Going to her desk Mrs. Roberts pen ned the following netes:
 Dear Tom-Don't make any engage ments for next Saturday or Sunday. If you have one break 1t, do Tom. dear can't think of any stronger induce ment Take the BIO by way of the Cortlandt street ferry.
 Hastily but cordially yours.
 Agnes Roberts" My dear Augusta-Can't understand my letter miscarryinR, but I won't crv over sr'lled milk. although I was tempt ed to Delighted at the prospect of hay ing you with us this coming Saturday Take the BIO train bv way of the Cort- landt street ferry. Always affection atelv yours Agnes Roberts" The Fatekeeper at the ferry shut Tom from joining the hurrying crowd a dog en wards in advance.
 Sorry, sir, but you're too late" he said. Therell be another boat In few minutes"
 Tom, suit case in hand gazed help lesslv at the closed gate.
 Too late to connect with the 3.10," he said. This boat would have made it" But his tone was l!stless
 The official eye still regarded him coldlv. Sorry sir" he repeated Where were you bound for?"
 "Columbia Heights" No more trains for the Heights to- day sir"
 Where's the nearest telegraph ofice?" asked Tom. striving 10 hide the grin of delight which spread over his face as the man spoke, He sent his telegram to the Roberts es, jumped into a cab and drove home-elated. Disappointment awaited l