The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-04-07

IEass g my sloa. what I'm AFRAID Of
Il Saiat III ST Shp habit up here ana
szSa be wanting Charlie to set out q
Essger -cahdeinhrRm with my lager
1EsJdIes,d be quite an Innovation At
CA5lriie,s. wouldn't they Ton:
eFoe swell for Clarifies" comment
e6 NV Max. Except after ctosing
~ ~. I'VE seen 'enl In use there then.
hut the idea wasn't glory and decUFa-
tion"
Il hope you don't dislike me can
dies. Mr.. CarEan,' remarked Miss Nor
ron. They add sic1i a LOT to the ro-
nance of the atfaF. dop't you think?
I'm terribly thrilled by all this. The
rafting OF the wininws- md the flick
srfng lIght-two Iihes OF a poem keep
running through my hPad:
ny lord he followed after one who whts-
pered IN his, ear
The weeping Of the candles and the wind
is ali hear.
'.I don't know WHO the lord was nor
what be followed perhaps the sew
enth key. But the weeping candles
and the wind seem 80 rohnantic-and
so like Baldpute inn tonight"
IF bad n daughter your age" COM
mented Cargnn. pOt unkindly. shed
be ut home reading Laura Ienn Libbey
by the lire. and not chasing after rO-
nance on mountain"
That would be best for her, I'm
sure" replied the girl sweetiy. "For
then she wouldn't be likely to tind out
things about her faIher TINT would
prove disuuieting."
'.I1earie:'' cried Mrs. Norton. No
one else spoke, but all looked at the
4
his food Smiling bis amusement, MI
Magee sought to direct the conversa-
tion into less personal channels.
I'VE hear so much about romance.
especially since its widely advertised
DEATH" he said And to every man
ever met It meant something diner-
emf. Mr.. Cargan, spenking as a broad
minded man of the worId-what does
romance mean to yous"
The mayor ran his fingers through
his grazing hair aud considered Sc
rIously.
..Romance.. he rejected. "weiI. |
amt much on the taIk out Of books.
But here's what / see when you say
that word to me: Its the night before
election. and I'm staudlnG in the front
window of the little room on Main
street where the boys can always Aud
me- Down the street hear the snarl
and rumble Of bands, and pretty soon
/ see the yellow flicker Of torches. like
the hicker OF that candle. and the bob
bling of bannets. Aud then-the boys
march by-all the boys! Pat Doherty
and Bob Larsen and Matt Sanders
all the boys. And when they get 70
my window they wave their hats and
cheer. lust a fat old man iii that win
dow, but they'll go to the pavement
with any guy that knocks him. They
are loyal. They are for me. And so
they mach by. cheering aud singing
all the boys-just for me 20 see ana
hear. well. thnt-tbats romance to
me-
Power. translated Mr.. Magee.
Eyes. sir" cried the mayor. al know
I've got them. All tho reformers IN
the world can't spoil my thrill then.
They're mine. I guess old. Napoleon
knew that thrill guess he was the
greatest romnncer the world ever
knew. When lie marclIed over the
nfountains with his starving bunch
and looked buck aud mw them in rags
and suffering-for hin-weli. l reckon
old Nap was ms close to romance then
as any mYn ever gets"
II wonder answered Mr.. Magee. II
came To him suddenly that in each
PERSONS definition of this intangible
thing might lie exposed something OF
both character and calling. At the far
end of the table Mrs Norton's lined
tired face met his gaze. To her be
put his question.
Well" she answered and her voice
seemed softer than its wont. II amt
Thought much of that word for good
MANY. years new HIT when do-say.
seem 70 see myself sitting on our
porch back home thirty years ago.
I've got OIL a simple little muslin dress.
and I'm slender as; Elsie Janis, and the
color IN nv cheeks R--weIF. IT'S the
SORT that Norton Hikes. And my hair
buf I'm thinking of him, of Norton
He's told me be wants to make me
.iup,yy for life. and I've about decided
III let him try / see him coming up
our front walk, coming 20 cnlI on me-
Have l mentioned I've gut figure, a
real sweet figure: That's about what
romance means TO me.
Youth. dearg' asks Miss Norton
gently.
That's it. dearie.' answered the
older womnn drenmiIy, Youth
For time those about the table sat
in silence. picturing, no doubt. the
slender figure on the steps OF that
porch long ago. Not without hui
morous sort of pity did they glance
occasionally toward the woman whom
Norton hnCt begged to make happy.
The ,rofessof. of GONNA ratixe Iitera-