West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1908-08-27

What do you think, Miss Mary?,
he said once. Il knew duffer In New
York who claimed TO like II In the sum.
mer time; said you could keep cooler
there than you could In the woods.
Wasn't he an awfully sillyg don't
think l could breathe on broadway
after the ist OF June"
Mamma was thinking or going back
week after next" said Miss Mary.
with lovely frown.
But when you think OF IT," said
Gaines. there are lots OF Jolly places
In town in the summer. The roof
gardens, you know. and the-er-the
roof gardens"
Deepest blue was the lake that day,
the day when they had the mock tour
nament, and the men rode clumsy farm
horses around In a glade In the woods
and caught curtain rings on the end OF
lance. Such fun,
Cool and dry as the finest wine came
the breath OF the shadowed forest. The
valley below was a vision seen through
an opal haze. A white mist from hid
den falls blurred the green of n hands
breath or treetops halfway down the
gorge. Youth made merry hand in
hand with young summer. Nothing on
broadway like that
The villagers gathered 60 see the city
folks pursue their mad drollery The
woods rang with the laughter OF pixies
and naiads and sprites. Gaines caught
most OF the rings. His was the privi-
lege to crown the queen OF the tour
nament. He was the conquering knight
AS far as the rings went. On his arm
he wore a white scarf. Compton wore
light blue. She had declared her pref
erence for blue. but she wore white
that day.
Gaines looked about for the queen to
crown her. He heard her merry laugh,
ns IL from the clouds. She had slipped
away and climbed Chimney rock, a lit
tie granite blum. and stood there. a
white fairy among the laurels. fifty
feet above their heads.
Instantly he and Compton accepted
the implied challenge. The blum was
easily mounted at the rear, but the
front offered small hold to hand or
foot Each man quickly selected his
route and began TO climb. A crevice,
bush. n slight projection, vine.
tree branch-all OF these We're aids
that counted I'm the race. IL was all
foolery-there was no stake-but there
was youth I'm II, cross reader. and light
hearts and something else that Miss
Clay writes so charmingiy about.
Gaines gave n great tug at the root
of laurel and pulled himself to Miss
Mary's feet On his arm he carried the
wreath OF roses. and while the villagers
and summer boarders screamed and
applauded below he placed Il on the
queens brow.
'You are gallant knight" said Miss
Mary.
IF could be your true knight al
ways" began Gaines. but Miss Mary
laughed him dumb, for Compton scram-
~bled over the edge OF the rock one min
ute behind time.
What a twilight that was when they
drove back to the hotell The opal Of
the valley turned slowly TO purple: the
dark woods framed the lake as a mir
ror; the tonic air stirred the very soul
In one; the first pale stars came out
over the mountain tops. where yet n
faint glow Of
'T beg your pardon, Mr. Gaines" said
Adkins.
The man who believed New York 20
be the finest summer resort In the
world opened his eyes and kicked over
the mucilage bottle on his desk.
IL believe was asleep" he said.
"It's the heat" said Adkins. Its
something awful in the city these
''Nonsense!" said the other. The city
beats the country ten TO one ia sum-