The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1917-11-19
The DAILY
SHORT STORY
a'he Fairy Godfather.
BY GRACE MACY.
ltCopyright, 1917, by the Mcclure
Neptsnaner Syndicate.l

Copyright, 1917, by the Mcclure
m Newspaper Syndicate.)
(tf<Y DON'TAse how we're ever going
- to choose which one OF US Is to go.
ii do think that he might have
\ Agned to designate some one by
.iams. For my part. don't care wheth.
ler ! 70 or not. 1t will be owfully lone.
Sone.p
Listen to Teen prepare for a diet
a9f sour grapes. It's never the princess
royal who Is chosen. I'll bet cookie
. Eve goes"
Eve glanced up from the pattern she
IWas stenciling on PONCE sunehade.
No, I thank you." she laughed. II
Nave none Of the back to nature i'm.
ssfIuise at ALL. I'm going with the Birch.
!bys for four weeks down to Asbury
Ind It will take me four more TO re.
icuperate before have TO go back to
school.'
well, wish he'd ask me-" Dick
feturned. I'll bet the old duffcr has
= dandy place up there in the noun.
tains. I've always wanted to be a
H naturalist"
Yes, you have" laughed Eve.
ssYour fancy as naturalist has never
lighted on anything smaller than cir
S'cus elephant
Hush, here comes Dad" warned
L Christine. as The study door slammed,
ihnd the doctors quick step sounded
tfong the hall.
He looked the group on the veranda
2 ever with shrewd, kindly eyes, draw.
sing on his motor gloves.
Have you chosen the victim yet?"
Dick wants to co." said Eve, but
I'm sure Mr.. Caldwell expects one OF
as girls. Don't you think so, Dad?
! You sec, he says his sister is staying
18th him and the wouldn't have men.
9ioned chaperon II 1t had been just
= NJ case Of. Dick. can't go, and Teen
i doesn't want to"
n Suddenly from the army hammock
81 at the end Of the yeranda. there
sbobbed astcusled head of red curls.
Il want to co." called Pipes. conf.
sdently. I'D just love to so, Dad. You
{ 1tnew I'd get along all right"
Her elder sisters eyed her hopefully.
Pipes would be the best to 60, after
tall. She was Just between fifteen and
tslxteen-what Dick called fine pat.
{ tern of .flapper.' She would enjoy
the mountain life and even the loneli.
ness, and it would leave the others
Tree to do as they pleased.
G SO the letter was sent back accept
ing Mr.. Caidwell's invitation for one
vol the young Prestons to spend the
ikpmmer up at his camp in the Cat.
ykkiils. And one week later Miss Con.
lfstance Eleanor Preston, otherwise
Pipes, found herself deposited on a lit.
4 lie platform ut Indian Leap. She wore
N dark blue pleated serge skirt above
Pier shoe tops, a shocked white mildly
blouse. and big white Panama hat
as concession to the heat SHE had
pinned her red curls up from her neck,
snd looked almost seventeen. All the
way up in the train, she had made up
a mental picture Of MIR. Caldwell. He
would be a nice old gentleman, with a
square cut gray beard. probably In an
Il alpaca coat. No such parsonage ap-
slptare daround the station. A small yell
Kew blackboard with trinity clipped
\ horse stood on the far side, and Pipes
{ eyed the outfit longingly. There was
no station, only a waiting bench with
\ & projecting roof over It. Seated on
this was young man reading a mag.
asine. Pipes approached him with her