The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-05-15
Il Voice Of
Gladness.
BY Troy AHfton.
Copyright, 1907, BY E, c. PARCELS.
BY Troy AHtfon.

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The country road was strange to both
Of them. They were almost strange to
each other, their acquaintance being
week old, the result OF boarding in the
same farmhouse.
THAT looks like a nice wood to stroll
through. lie pointed to the thick
grove Of hIckorles and gum trees, their
leaves tinted by the first frost. we
will get over that stile."
"Will we?" There was amusement
in her voice and an intense enjoyment
OF living in her expression. She
breathed the mountain air, the vivid
autumn colOrlng reflected In the glow of
her face 1.-THE dominant idea of ones
impression of you is that you seem to
know what you want to do and take
me shortest line to It. Your manners
do fairly well for westerner, but our
southern men would have said, Miss
LeGleigh, would Won like to stroll
through the gtoyafR
He flushed slightly aid Knocked A
stone from the path with dogwood
stick he lad cut at the foot OF the hill
Il told you didn't know how to talk
TO women or how to be nice or
courteous. | haven't bit of polish"
ruefully, but you shouldn't expect
much Of man who has spent most Of
his time on ranch. l have been east
only three months. l warned you at
frstr'
She looked At the six feet Of masCu-
Unity speculatyely.
Don't apologize, for heavens sake"
she said quickly. IN this day and
generation IT'S refreshing to meet a
man who knows his mind. | am going
to enjoy this grove just as much as
you are. The fuct that 1 didn't have
10 think 1t up IS the incest part about
IT,"
I've been planning details for my
self and others ever sincs I Joined the
crowd OF breadwinners. I've had to
plan, scheme and dovetmI until it
makes me tired TO- have waiter hand
me bill Of fare and ask me what I'll
have. could enjoy anything that
was set before me unexpectedly. l
wouldn't even balk at chop suey,"
with a little laugh that had the first
touch Of bitterness he had noticed in
her.
He helped her over the stile in the
manner Of n big man who knows little
of women and who reverences them to
the extent of being afraid Of offending
them by too great familiarity. She
knew in her heart that she could have
climbed the stile more easily by her
self than with the uncertain aid he
gave her, but her mind grasped the
cause of his uncertainty, and his clean
wholesomcness was as pleasant as the
breeze from the mountain.
The yellow leaves from the hickory
trees rustled beneath their feet as they
went into the woods. They dragged
their feet clumsily, furrowlng the
leaves into heaps
Beats town all hollow, doesn't ItT
He stopped to thrust a bunch OF Grim.
son berries in the band Of her white
felt hat. How long have you been in
office as the government clerk puts
it,"
ages, centuries, world without end;
TO put it in numbers, seven years.
I'm afraid I'll not be able to keep my
position much longer" dolefully.
There was a CLEAN of interest in his
eyes. whats the matter?" he asked |
briefly.
4 don't know exactly with pre-.
tense Of indifference. EITHER the mo
nOtony of 1t will drive me crazy or the
copy win get on my nerves