The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1913-07-28

sotne tnlng 10 do with the difference
10 had brains Of a certain slow. kind.
Perhaps IL he had Quickened those
brains, made a determined effort to
shine. he might have succeeded in
business as well as socially, Through
palms and chairs she got a klimpse of
his brown hair that no brushing could
make smooth. The frown of dinner
time reappeared. Across the room,
politician. she saw Edward Britton's
smooth. black hair and handsome in
tellectual face. The frown deepened
JOS features were as strong. Except
for the slight stoop of n isshoulders.
his form was as good. There was alb
solutely no reason except his own will
for his not presenting the same easy.
successful appearance
Presently 10 made his way TO her.
IL was about IL O'Clock. Going home
pretty SOON" he asked wistfully.
She silenced him with a reproachful
look. Then she asked. Have you en-
toyed yourself In the corner"
lie did not catch the sarcasm
YES he said. brightly. I've been
talking to Griffiths. the automobile
man. | told him about an idea | had
, on a different arrangement of cylin-
ders and he thinks IL can be patented.
III II does. we'll be fixed. But. melan-
cholly. he's gone home"
Il should think" said Clare. that
you would get enough OF machinery
talk down at work all day
10 disconsolately went back To the
corner. Old Mrs. Vale. sitting near.
laughed. She had overheard Clara :
petulance. Men are all alike" she
observed. Now. there's MIR. Vale,
hes cooped in an Office all day. and
he'd rather coop In his library at
night with those same old books than
get out for a little pleasure. | had
To threaten not TO speak to him to
get him out tonight"
Clara laughed huefully. But Mrs.
Britton doesn't have that annoyance. "
NO. said Mrs. Vale comfortably.
Maybe she has others, though"
An hour later Clara was willing to
go home To her husbands delight. He
hustled into his overcoat and yawned
when he was saying good night to his
hostess. Clara blushed with shame.
She could have cried with wrath.
i couldn't help it," he explained
contritely as they assembled the stairs
10 the elevated station. Il was %
blamed sleepy"
You ought To be ashamed" flashed
Clara. "Oh. forgot my chiffon scarf.
And III need il Friday night when We
20 out to mothers"
/ They walked back hurriedIy and
ran up the steps just as the last guest
came out. Mrs. Britton was in the
dining room. Mr.. Britton was in the
reception room He had turned away
after showing the last ones out and
ala not see the two returning
Mary he called to his wife.
CARA turned to .un upstairs to the
room where she had left her wraps.
Mary he called sharply. not vet
! seeing 10 or Clara. How much did
you pay for that lace band on your
dress You didn't need simply
money thrown aWav You see II Won
+ can rip II off so the stitches won't
show and then you 70 get tho money
/ back. ] won't have
10 aWkwardly. tactlessly couched
aloud. although Ga a. tiptoeine down.
Stair. had made frantic signals To
/ him 10 slip back out without attract.
ing their hosts attention.
Mr.. BrittOn. however did not hear
| Ills voice. from which an genialitv and
; suavity had vanished. rose shriIly
! From tn dining room came weary
4 protest wanted the lace. Ed. And
/ u cost only"
I By that time CLARA had reached 10.
caught his arm and made him un-
n"rstand thai a silent departure was
me most comfortable. Silently they
/ slipped out.
Did YOU ever" Clara demanded
Indignantly. Why. he's a nag. And
/ thought he vas such a lovely mani"
Well. none Of the fellows around
Town 80 much on him" 10 told nor
carei'ssiy. Hes tightvad. All no.
/ can DO is make money and SPOUT NOT.
/ " taIk. ] hope that idea Of nira
| about Cylindcrs-"
ooh. 10. said Clara interestedlv.
tell mo about 81 e."
mere vas apology. rcnorse and
aoashment in her voice. But 10 never