The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-05-26
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That Anne Is rather nifty.
sofl all the nerye!" thought Anne, as
she first caught the words. Then she
laughed a bit sheepishly as she re.
aected that the singer did not know
,ot her existence. much less Of her
name. She had been IN the apartment
but week, and knew as little Of her
imany nelghebors as they knew Of
/ her. ....
Once again the doggere1 was softly
sung. and Anne began to wonder about
the singer. Who was he, and why did
he sing haltingly half way through,
and sometimes pause In the middle OF
a measure and sometimes hurry 1t to
conclusion? He must be engaged
In some occupation which absorbed
his mind to the point OF making him
unconscious OF the song on his lips.
Then Anne Redeemed at finding herself
curious about her neighbors. to whom
she had resolved to remain entirely In.
different, whatever their status.
She stepped into the kitchenette.
place her teacup In the sink, and put
the remaining waters into their tin
box. Returning to the living room, she
seated herself at the piano, which was
her chief luxury and companion. Just
as she was ready TO lay her hands up.
on tie keys to play the old.time mel.
odies for which her present mood
called. once more there came to her
that insistent singers unframed BARI
tone mumbling the doggered about
Anne.
AS she sat listening to the now IA.
miliar air, she began unconsciously to
until an abrupt silence followed the
closing words Of the stana did she
fully realize what she had done. She
sat tensely listening for sound from
the next apartment. but none came.
She wondered whether the young
man was listening. too. Then she won.
dered why she thought OF him as a
young man, but finally deciding that
neither his age nor his identity were OF
interest to her she tossed her head
indifferently and began to improvise
music suited to her mood. Consterna.
ton overcame her moment later
when she found herself playing that
chugging accompaniment In spirited
way. and realized that the singer had
boldly taken up the words and was
Singing gaily to her accompaniment.
She stopped short In the midst of 1t
and broke giddily into Dvorak "Hu.
moresque."
Anne was to be dinner guest that
evening OF her Cousin Emily Mason,
famous as giver Of delightful little
spreads at which interesting people
were brought together at perfectly
appointed and supplied board. Mrs.
Mason had telephoned Anne the night
before to look her prettiest as the
guests would include charming bach.
elor architect and rising young law.
yer, while Anne would be the youngest
and prettiest girl present.
| Anne smiled as she remembered her
cousins bantering wsrds and ahe went
from the piano to the closet and took
out her only two evening gowns. One
was a soft. pale green charmeuse and
the other fluffy black net. She
viewed each critically. She decided
to wear the pale green gown, but its
gold trimming lacked life, so she deity
added some touches OF black velvet
at girdle and blouse front.
There! That gives chief" she
mused. Now for some color to sug.
gest springtime! I'll just have to have
about three punches Of those butterfly
sweet peas. shaded from pale pink to
deep rose color"
Five minutes later, she was on her
way to the florists shop around the
corner, and an hour afterwards she
was at the door of the Masons.
You're dream. Anne" whispered
her cousin, as the long black coat was
removed and tle dainty sweet peas
were placed against the pale green
gown. IF you don't set the lawyer or
the architect to dreaming OF you. I'm
no prophet"
John Moore, the architect, proved to
be fat, ford and forty. Edgar WORTH,
the lawyer, was slender and strong.
possibly thirty, but with the twinkle OF
n boy of twenty In his brown eyes.
Edgar Worth took Anne In to dinner,
and John Moore was seated on her
other hand. The dinner started Off
with light conversation and laughter.
but presently Anne and Edgar found
themselves talking about music.
"ln what kind Of music do you find
most enjoyment" asked Anne.
AN developed on my mood" said
Edgar. IAN hour or two ago. I'd have
chosen 'Humoresque' lightly played
on piano. but now could tolerate
whole symphony orchestra in some.
thing more soulful"
Anne's eyes were full OF surprised
inquiry at his mnetion of the "Humor.
esque." but just at that moment the
architect spoke to her.
Mrs. Mason tells me you are dom.
iciled at the now Selkirk Studios, my