The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-01-29

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into Daylights lie came pede VA
Fon She came rather ceptbly.
He had accepted her iInpefsonaliy
along with the ONCE furnishing die
once boy, Morrison. the chieE, conn
dental, and only clerk, and all the
rest Of the accessories Of a super
mans gambling place Of business. Had
he been asked any time during the first
months she was In his employ, he
wouId have been unable to tell the
color Of her eyes, From the fact that
she was deml-blonde, there resjd.
ed dimly In his subconsciousness a
conception that she was a brunette.
Likewise he had an idea that she was
not thin, while there was an absence
in his mind OF any idea that she was
fat. And how she dressed, he had no
idea at all. He had no trained eye In
such matters, nor was he interested.
He took It for granted, in the lack of
any impression to the contrary, that
she was dressed somehow. He knew
her as miss Mason" and that was
all, though he was aware that as u
stenographer she was quick and accu-
rate. He watched her leaving one aft
ernoon, and was aware for the first
time that she was welcomed; and
that, her manner Of dress was salts.
flying. He knew none Of the details of
wopan's dress, and he saw none OF
the details Of her neat shirt waist
and well.cut tailor suit. He saw only
the effect In a general, sketchy way.
She looked right This was In the abb
sence of anything wrong or out of the
way.
"she's a trim little good.looker," was
his verdict, when the outer office door
closed on her.
The next morning, debating, he con-
elpded that he liked the way she did
her hair, though for the life Of him
he could have given no description OF
It. The impression was pleasing, that
was all. She sat between him and
the window, and he noted that her
hair was light brown, with hints Of
golden bronze A pale sun, shining in,
touched the golden bronze into smouI-
dering fires that were very pleasing.
He discovered that in the intervals.
when she had nothing to do, she read
books and magazines, or worked on
some sort of feminine fancy work.
Passing her desk, once, he picked up a
volume Of Kipling's poems and glanced
bepuz2Ied through the pages.
You like reading, Miss Mason?" he
said, laying the book down.
"oh, yes" was the answer; very
much"
Another time it was a book of
Wells, "The Wheels of Chance"
What's 1t all about?" Daylight
asked.
on, lts Just novel, loVe-story.
She stopped, but he still stood wait
ing, and she felt It incumbent to go OIL.
/ '"Its about a little Cockney diapers
assistant, who takes a vacation on
hts bicycle, and falls in with young
girl very much above him. Her moth
er is a popular writer and all that.
And the situation is very curious, and
sad, too, and tragic. Would you care
to read til"
Does he get her% Daylight de-
manded.
No; that's the point of it. He
wasn't"
"And he doesn't get her, and you've
read all them pages, hundreds Of them,
10 lind that out?" Daylight muttered in
amazement.
Miss Mason was nettled as well as
amused.
But you read the mining and finan-
cial news by the hour" she re-
torted.
But sure get something out Of
that. It's business, and it's differ