The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1914-07-24
Daily Short Story
CANDLEIGHT CARRY.
81 cATHERINE conpE


Tie community In Which Carr, r.,
noid. bad sfttied vas sadly iackirr
~ Nnat fhe artistic Nnrid fs-rs II
no. phere Had she kn0Nn OF this
oenci-ney before moving out into the
country she would have stayed In
And n vas sAs had moved. bag and
oas gaze. into the house left her b, an
uncle. and al that ~As possible nov
~ss 10 make the b~st OF Il.
Garry vas not gffted IN any Of ths
Srts nor even unusually brilliant. vet
her soul craved the beautiful even = :
ne Dropping violet pines for the deWs
Her unels's house with ia SIN
more ancient assortment. OF furniture
and ns appalling walI paper an
painted woodwork shocked her entire
senses. yet Carry's mearer Income
would not permit 80 great an expsn-
diture as redecoration
Everything l. indescrihably ugiy. e.
sighed carry. oh. well. she smiled
a moment later. ~Candlsiight covers
a multitude Of sins. 80 when I Eot
those hideous gas jets pulled out aud
my candles scattered about in hooks
and cranies-it won't be so bad
Ihus II was that all unknowingiy.
larry established for herself a repu-
layers.
When David Reaves came down
from the city and took a room Ia the
hensnaw boarding establishment he
wondered how any community OF PEG
pie could be so totally void OF all that
nlsae NE vital and thrilling. He could
conceive OF nothing quite so drab and
cotorless as the people who came in
during the hours of the day and called
dow
Have you no village characters.-
ne asked OF Hiram Welch. who leaned
asHhst me long writing desk with his
COD pipe swinging from his tobacco
stained lips. NO freaks like misers
OF nalt-Sitted people7" he elucidated.
hiram took the pipe from his lips,
spar upon the floor of the village most
once. ran his bony fingers down over
NJ yeIoW streaked beard. and drawled
! an answer To Reaves.
Wal. | don't know as We have any
special odd ones except Candielight
larry as tore out all the PAS
pipes and uses them pesky candles 40
nsht up by. She'll burn up the whole
ssIoarned village with her fool no.
David Reaves laughed Candle.
light Garry The name pron,ses n
terest Tell me more OF her. Perhaps
She amt no use to no one. and
mere Amt nothin' much to tell about
her. She looks like any ordinary cal
oul she means about them candle
sucks and goes about with n ouaer
smile on her face. as n she was al
ways seem somethin' she didn't sec :.
niIam shook his head honeIassIx
.cc Just Kind o cracked, | reckon"
-, Hacked! Well, the plot thickens
-, "a IKE more than ever to meet your
rs 9n, NJ carry How 10 manage
Hiram took on his hat and scratch
go the place where his cTownine beau.
" once had lourished Well i recL
on II you had some rusty old candle
SUCKS or some patent candles 10 burn
IN EN- she might welcome you. my
David Reaves smiled and nodded
S0mprehensively. The very thing
| IN md some condlestfcks in the vii
Idee maybe? Something antique that
might interest her"
Hiram looked az the young stranger
- III ne, too, might not be n littIe
cracked" MY old womsn's cot n
pair o old pewter condlesticks that
her granny set heap o. store nv but
guess she'd let you have EN-. They
am no account to US now that were
s ss this here electric juice, as
David followed the villager whom
ne turned TO leave the post office after
asking for the family mail. Not that
hirsms family ever got mall. but il
sounded well TO ask for il. DO YOU
suppose your wife would let me see
those candlesticks II | walked home
with you?" he asked. catching the
long stride of Hiram and walking win
HIM down the village street.
Accordingly. with a pair OF ancient
pewter candlesticks under his arm
ana the consoling thought in his brain
that he was seeking Characters" and