The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-01-02

That welcomes. and she ma1a y pleIA
that she was not an enemy 70 this
young caller
The visitor ii bis blue seFEe.
clothes was less startling than most
Iof tie men that came to Ne her mis-
tres.
+She works too hard doesn't shes
sshe does everything too hard. sir.
z es6e ought 10 rest
81 doubt If she does, even In her
grave returned Higgins. "She Is too
full Ce motion, She IS like the little
girl In the fairy book that danced IN
her grave"
Dan didn't like this comparison.
Can't you make her bold up a lit
ter
Higgins smiled and shook her head,
Lefty Lanes ;sittlngroom was as
full Of roses as flower garden. There
were quantities Of theatrical photo
graphs in silver and leather frames
on the tables and the piano. Signed
portraits from crowned heads; pic
lures OF ~eli'kno~n Worlds men ana
women whom the dancer naa Charmed
But fulllength picture of Lefty Lane
herself in one Of the dresses Of MAN
daiay lay on the taele'neas pan' ana
he picked It up. She smiled at him
enchantingly from the cardboard,
across which was written IN ner DIE
dashing hand: For the BOY from my
Town. Lefty LAM"
Dan glanced up at Mrs. Higgins
"Why, that looks as though this
were for me-"
The dressing woman nodded. miss
Lane thought she would be able to
see you today"
The picture in his hand, Dan gazed
at 1t rapturously.
"Pm from Blairtown, Montana,
where she came from"
$50 she told me, SIR"
He laid the picture back on the
table, and Higgins understood that he
wanted Miss Lane to give it to him
herself. She led him affably to the
door and affably smiled upon him.
She had a frill in her hand. Thin
BILE on her finger, and lot Of needles
In her bodice. She looked motherly
and useful. Blair liked to think Of
her with Lefty Lane. He put his hand
in his pocket, but she saw his gesture
and reproved him quietly: mo, no,
sir, please, | never do. l am Just as
much obliged" and her face remained
SO affable that Blair was not en-
barrassed by her refusal His parting
words were:
Now, you make her take care Of
herself"
And to please him, as she opened
the door, she pleasantly assured him
that she would do her very best.
Dan went out Of the Savoy feeling
that he had left something Of himself
behind him in the motley room OF an
actress with its perfumed atmosphere
of roses and yiolets. The photograph
which he had laid down on the table
seemed to look out at him again, and
he repeated delightedly, That one
was for me, all right! I'm the boy
from her town and no mistake" And
he thought of her as she had lain,
lifelessly and pale on the dressing
room sofa, under the touch Of hired
hands, and how, no doubt, she had
been lying in her room when he called
today, with shades drawn, resting be,
fore the long hard evening, when LON
don would be amused by her, delight
cd by her, charmed by her voice, by
her body and her grace. He had
wandered up as far as Plccadilly,
went into florists and stood before
the-flowers. Her sitting.room had been
full of roses, but Dan chose some
thing else that had caught his eye
from the window-a huge country bas-
ket Of primroses, smelling Of the earth
and the spring. He sent them with
his card and wrote on it, ITO the Girl
from My Town" and sent the gift
with a pleasure as young and as fresh
as was his own heart.
He got no note of acknowledgment