West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1908-09-24

Biinker took pains 10 provide against
the rejection OF bis application. He
strove To please. To adopt the meta.
J phor OF his nonsenslcal phrase. he iaid
brick upon brick on the tail chimney
OF his devoirs until at length the 'struc-
ture vas stable and complete. The
manners OF the best society come
around finally to simplicity. and as the
girrs way was that naturally they
We're ON mutual plane OF communi.
cation from the beginning.
He learned that she was twenty and
her name was Florence, that she trim
med hats In millinery shop. that she
lived In n furnished room with her
best chum, Ella, who was cashier In n
shoe store, and that a glass OF milk
from the bottle on the window sill and
an egg that bols itself while you twist
up your hair make a breakfast good
enough for any one Florence laughed
when she heard "Bllnker"
WELL" she said, lit certainly shows
that you have imagination. IL gives
the Smiths n chance for little rest.
anyhow"
They landed at Coney and were dash.
ed on the crest OF a great human wave
OF mad pleasure seekers into the walks
and avenues OF fairyland gone into
vaudeville.
With curious eye, critical mind
and fairly withheld Judgment Bnnker
considered the temples. pagodas and
kiosks OF popularized delights. Hol
t~ar nal.
him. Basket parties bumped him
Sticky children tumbled. bowling. un-
der his feet candylng his clothes. In
solent youths, strolling among the
booths with hard won canes under one
arm and easily won girls on the other.
blew defiant smoke from cheap cigars
into his face. The publicity gentlemen
with megaphoues. each before his own
etupendous attraction, roared like Nj.
agara In his cars. Music OF all kinds
that could be tortured from brass. reed.
hide or string fought In the air TO gain
space for its vibrations against it's com.
petitors. But what held Blinker In
awful fascination was the mob. the
multitude. the prolelariat. shricking
struggling, hurrying. painting. hurting
Itself In lncontinent frenzy. with un
abashed abandon, into the ridiculous
sham palaces OF trumpery and tinsel
pleasures. The vulgurlty Of II. Its bru
tai overriding or all the tenets or re-
preston and taste that were held by
his caste, repealed him strongly.
In the midst OF his disgust he turned
and looked down at Florence by his
side. She was ready with her quick
smile and upturned happy eyes, as
bright and clear as the water In trout
pools. The eyes were saying that they
had the right to be shining aud happy.
for was their owner not with her (for
the present. man, her gentleman friend
and holder OF the keys TO the enchanted
city OF fun?
Blinker did not read her look accu.
rately, but by some miracle he sud
denly saw Coney Alright.
He no longer saw mass Of yulgarI.
ans seeking gross joys. He now looked
clearly upon hundred thousand true
idealists. Their offenses were wiped
out Counterfeit though the garish
joys OF these spangled temples were
he perceived that deep under the gilt
SN'AoNN fhtg HuNlilR ana HiDO-
site balm and satisfaction TO the rest
less human heart. Here at least was
the husk OF romance. the empty but
shining casque OF chlvalry, the breath
catching though safe guarded dip and
flight or adventure, the magic CARPET
that transports you TO the realms OF
fairyland, though It's journey he
through but few poor yards OF space
He no longer saw a rabble. but his
brothers seeking the ideal There was
p no magic Of poesy here or OF art, but
the glamour OF their Imagination turn
ed yellow calico into cloth OF goll and
the megaphones into the silver trum-
pets OF joys heralds.
Almost humbled, Blinker rolled IN
the shirt sleeves OF his mind and Joined
the idealsts.
You are the lady doctor" he said TO
Florence. How shall we 20 about
doing this jolly conglomeration OF fairy
tales Incorporated
1--WE will begin there" said the prin,
cess, pointing to fun pagoda on the
edge OF the sea. "and we Will take
them all In. one by one"
They caught the 8 o'clock returning
boat and sat, filled with pleasant IA
tgue. against the rail IN the bow lis
tening to the Italians fiddle and harp.