The Washington herald., 1916-02-12
DAILY SHORT STORY.
The Other Side of the Wall.
By KEITH KENYON.

Miss Witherow had come of one OF
those very old Southern families re-
duced by the war, and It was natural
for her to look down upon anybody born
north of the Mason and Dixon line. Add
to that a difference of opinion about a
proposition in plane geometry and you
have-or rather Miss Witherow had. or
why she should consider Professor
Warrencourt entirely beneath her no
tlce.
In spite Of his dignified title. the pro-
fessor was not old, not even middle
aged, and he was very good looking.
Also, he was very much in love with
Miss Witherow. in spite OF the fact that
she gave him no opportunity to show 1t.
He lived in a quiet little brick-paved
street that had sumac trees down either
side, and the little dull two-story brick
houses behind the trees all touched
shoulders like a row of toy soldiers in
a box, as straight and prim and proper
as their very respectable occupants.
Right next door in another tin-soldier
house lived Cora Witherow. And al
though she had lived entirely alone since
the death of her father. the professor,
helpless male, had a house keeper in
the form of Maggie McGnl, whom he
had brought with some OF the good old
pieces Of furniture from the big old
homestead up North. But Charles Cthe
professoD and Cora had one taste in
common-they hated fats and boarding
houses and they liked the little quiet
street with its toy houses.
Charles had never been inside OF
| Cora's house, much as he coveted ar
| invitation to spend an evening in the
| little parlor next door. How could he
know that even before the geometry
a flair Cora wnIl1i hava fhnmCht
Of having a man caller unchaperoned
| One time he had taken her to a lit
erary meeting In the high-schooI
chapel, but even after he rang her bell
he was only permitted to stand in the
hall a minute while she buttoned her
glove.
Dark, foggy. rainy days of Novem-
ber passed, and a wonderful snowy
! December. Christmas holidays tooh
Charles to Vermont and Cora to Vir.
ginia. January had not improved con-
ditions and finally February first stared
at Charles from his desk calendar one
| morning and he realized that a third
of a year had passed since he had had
a friendly word with the pretty teach
er. He thought of a valentine, ther
spurned the idea. She would think
such trash silly twaddle-bad enough
| for the youths they taught
ne was becoming tdClturn ana In
| tolerant with his classes and was, be-
| ing dubbed a crank. At home, Maggie
McGill was trying everything from
creamed sweetbreads to lobster a la
Newburg to bring back his appetite
| but of no avail.
Cora Witherow. blissfully unaware
of this state of affairs carried her
head higher than ever and went her
| way. But one night her pretty head
ached and she went to bed feeling
| lonely and wretched. One would have
wondered how any one could be mis-.
cradle in such a lovely place as hel
gray and old rose room, which looked
when the dainty occupant was In hel
canopy bed, like the abode of the sleep.
ing princess herself Finally she fell
asleep and all sorts of visions passed
| through her brain.
| Her head, she dreamed, was hurtini
| dreadfuliy and as she hurried to doc
| tor a baby somewhere began to cry. Sh,
| looked everywhere but could see no one
but as she hurried on the walls of tn,
| baby followed. Suddenly a man began t,
sing, at first in a low droning voice, ther