The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-06-21
think III have TO telegrahph for nv.

think I'll have TO telegraph for my.
self about tomorrow.
You had better rest before lunch,
suggested Polly. You'll have an hour
and you look tired.
Then she few to the kitchen to, see
what she could scare up to eat. There
isn't much, she declared, searching the
cupboard. Here's can OF corn and
some sslmon, but don't believe
there's another thing. II had more
egg | could mix up custard-two
aren't enough. wonder II the grocer
can send something In hurry! She
went to the phone. But the grocer
couldn't, In time for lunch, and neither
was there time for her to dress and
go herself.
I'll slip over to Laura's the back way
and get some eggs. hate TO borrow,
but must.
SO Polly, in a big apron, cut across
lots to her friend.
Polly got the eggs and went home
as she had come, unseen by Jim in the
library.
That poor child, said Laura, is in
an awful fix. Cornelia Graham, that
rich'cousin Of theirs, has just come and
their house is q mess. They've no girl
either and hardly thing In the house
to cat. Can't you do something to help
them out. Jim?
Do you mean that girl that was here
last summer.
Yes.
BY jove, you don't say! You bet I'll
help them out. I'll telephone righl
away and ask her to lunch and the
theater this afternoon.
Couldn't you take Polly, too, Jim?
Now look here, Laura, he protested.
and never mind what else he said. but
Polly wasn't asked.
When Jim called at the Loves
workman had put ladder across the
front door. SO he went around back.
Polly was at the stove getting their
own lur.ch the best she could. She
was lifting sauce pan from the fire
when she heard Jim's voice. She
turned quickly. the pan bumped
against the high oven and the whole
thing turned upside down on the floor
at her feet.
She was tired, hot and excited, com.
pany had come on top Of confusion,
and. here was a man at the Kitchen
door whose good opinion she valued
very much and who. she knew. was
very fastldious. Moreover, Cornelia
appeared Just then in the dining room
door as fresh and gorgeous as an
American Beauty rose. Yet Polly
giggled!
You two get out Of here! she laugh.
ed. and 1'llsclean up this mess. Watch
your dress Cornelia! Take good care
Of her, Jim! No, of course you can't
help, and I'm not going to move until
you go. I've got corn all over my
shoes.
When they had gone, Polly called:
Mother, can you come here? Mother!
There were tears Of pain In her eyes
now.
Mrs. Love flew to the kitchen. What
4 relief to get Cornelia out Of Why,
what's wrong, dear?
IL spilled the corn and It was hot.
Some Of 1t went on my foot and it
hurts.
Jim. came in at six whistling. But
MS sister, VINO knew Ills MOODS, suS-
pected that Joy was not the cause.
When Jim was happiest he was quiet
and when speculative he whistled.
Have god time? asked his sister.
Oh, pretty good!
Only?
Say, Laura, ] take back what said
about mixed disposition this morn.
ing.
What! So soon?
Yes, I've had taste OF them all this
afternoon, everything from January to
December. I've been scorched and
frozen In turn until ! am numb.
Then you don't think incessant sun
SO bad? Speaking OF which, I-have
some news. Polly's in the hospital!
Where?
The hospital. She spilled something