The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1911-08-19

o. nrr ulat ne nao never ee7dsnted It
rom her. That she should be thought
iul Of Others, that her voice should be
low and sweet, that she should be
graceful in every moticn-all this was
Helen. re said the name hall IN;
lder lis breath ne STOOD bewildered
lbefote his own CONSEQUENCES EIe
During Ills cor ege years peGririg
\ had come % know that love he was
ane 3deaiist Love iii Its true sense
could not exist on the earth II vas q
vision 81 poats imp ssfble yof realiza.
Hons Long since he had come To- know
lfthat his boyhood love was such ta
Vision. and that rs realization would
lShaye been d kind 81 tragic comedy.
IBut always theideal fitted Before him,
love, now here, now there, and each
5mahfng him fancy that ne was in
time he had waltened to- the knoNil-
edge that he was In love with an
IDEAL When he had been invited to
the homes OF his CLASSMATES he had
Ilfancied that he should find I'd one Of
these homes thc fulhllment Of his
dreams. But the sisters who met him
with cordial Welcome, who danced,
firted, and played golf and tennis
with him, had seemed to him too
f,ynlina 70 understand even the aIpfla.
bet Of love as be would read II. He
had felt very old and experienced and
out OF place. The love that he might
perhaps have won from them seemed
to him pale and insipid. He wrote
poems; but he dedicated them to the
ideal. She was a glowing presence
more real to him than any woman.
Now this ideal had paled and faded
and, a quiet figure in grays and
browns filed Its place. 5i5i
He was passing a florists, and he
stopped to purchase q bunch Of yio-
lets. He did not tell himself they
were for her. He,was not quite steady
yet from the shock that had come to
startled II the quiet woodroad at
home had suddenly assumed a wom-
ans face and form and claimed his
love. But deep in his heart was "a
longing to, make her reparation. He
had Invaded herisecret. He could not
undo that. But he could let her know
that he was sorry. Sorry! Was he2
She was not home from the,studio.
But the door Of her room, which was
him. He could hardly have been more
warmed from the hall, stood open.
Without crossing the threshold he
laid the violets on a chair inside the
door. Would she understand Yes
terday he would have said yes. To
day he could not tell. She mightsnot
understand, or she might understand
towel.
She greeted him as quietly as usual
when she came into dinner thatnight.
sheJHlreEt heIyiolets tucked carelessly
Tiptgtha laeetAatf filled her dress. One
That had fallegi apart from the, others
Tested 1ighdY against her throat His
sheartgato topped for q second, and then,
bleaped Forward with a bound.
Not till they were leaving the din
ing room, when he held the curtain
aside for her sfoSpass, scanning her
face did her giapse meet his The
next moment he could not have told
what, he saw iniher eyes, but he no
longer questioned their color. Blue
blue and deer numbering fire. Fool!
Had he Expected her to wear her
FhsgHpn her sleeve for DAVIS to peck
TAlFe had not intended to see her
again that night. but he found that9he
could not rest. 1t would make no COM
ment, even In this gossipy boarding
house, II he stopped at her door a |
minute. But he found that he had
suddenly grown careful, only con-
sclous Of remark. He would put on his
hat and coat and go for walk, He
might see her as he passed her door.
She was seated in a low chair by
the table, sewing, the light falling
softly across her brown hair and on
the work in her hands. His violets
were still in her dress. She was the |
embodiment Of home, he thought, as
he stood for minute across the
threshold. She looked up quietly
not as II she were startled to see him
there,
aYou have brought me the paper?"
she said, catching sight Of the news.
paper In his hand "You are very
good" She laid down her sewing and
came to take it. "
A sudden daring seized him, will
YOU not be good, too?' He lifted his
hand to the violet at her throat and
drew It from its place@-watching her
face, to obey its lightest wish. She
did not stay him. She stood with her
hands clasped, her figure swaying a
little forward and her eyes following
the flower as he placed it in his coat.
In another minute she might have
raised her eyes to his. A door
opened below-a stop sounded on the
stair,
"You are not angry?" he pleaded,
mo" 1t was half-breathed, half.
spoken, hardly audible, but it set his
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