The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1918-02-12

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cHrIine lashes and little HANDS 4lAs
loved TO gesture. But her charms more
rotent for being so mistertousiy elus-
ne. continued to be invisible. 40 1aE
"a 56attheW was concerned he hea9u,
bat he never saw her.
ST-be time came when Matthew was.
dasnerate enough to ask little Simpson,
az shoe clerk, about the girl with the
voice. Simpson was an unromeonS
soul: he looked puzzled
siThe only new girl I've seen around
Nora Is that little dressmaker who SltS
~ fhe next tabe. And shouldn't can
her a girl exactly, either; sheA never
see thirty.ftYe again IN this LIE.
cav, that isn't the one" Mattne"
said in deep disgust The gil mean
is Young and has curly-a sort OF nice
voice. I've heard heS talking over tne
phone"
Simpson shook bis head.
'4 guess You were hearing things
he sair. 81 haven't seen any gtrI
around this place. ASK Mrs. Jones.
But Matthew shrank from asking
Mrs. Jones, the landlady. How shou!d
she understand his interest in this
girl? He couldn't tell her that he had
fallen IN love with voice. She would
think him daft. The boy grew almost
thin from his obsession. he vas unable
to eat any meal without keeping one
eve on the doorway. He however, two
weeks went by and there were no
signs Of the girl, although her voice
continued 10 be distinctly audible,
simetimes singing, and sometimes
merely using the phone, or talking to
Mrs. Jones. For innate Mrs. Jones!
one night after Matthew had almost
given up hope, he happened to glance
at the next table in the dining room
and notice a girl. She was rather
plain girl, with straight dark hair
drawn close about her ears She wore
q plain white blouse, and her shout
ders drooped a little, as II she were
very tired. Matthew noticed her pc
cause she was eTidenty yoUng, not the
girl of course, but q girl, and appar-
emily a nice one. More than that, she
looked vaugeIy familiar, he was sure
that he had seen her somewhere pc
fore. He looked and looked, pteclnS
together vauge memories. He had seen
her in Dawesyille! In schcol. very axe IKE
w. Perhaps she was one OF the MCr-
raw girls: they had hair like that.
Bv the time dinner vas over Matthew
had decided very definitely that this
was Alice Murray, a nice little thing
to when he had never paid much at
tent;on back In Dawesyiile-she was
younger than he.
He went over and spoke to her when
he was through with his meal.
"Pa-aon ne, isn't tnfs Miss Mur-
ray?' he said.
The girl looked up with startled
litte1 smile
should never have Known You, you've
grown to look so New Xorkish. DO
you live heTe?"
.'Y-Yes." Matthew managed to say
He was staring at Hiss Murray with
an expression OF outraged amazement;
For out of her little red mouth nae
proceeded the golden voice, the voice
that belonged to the girl.
"Goodness. Matti:ew," she was say
ing. "Don't look at me like that! What
IS queer about meg haven't been IN
the city, long enough to acquire an air
I know. but didn't think
'I didn't mean to stare he apollo
sfZed. Its avfuIly nice 20 see some
body from home. What are you dong
here. and why haven't I seen you be-
-' Newspaper work. I've been busy
at night, mostly. so I've eaten my
meals at the most unearthly hours
But now I'm free again, only six hours
in the middle oE tie day to work. It's
gcod to see you. Matthew"
There was no doubt about It. Alice
Murray, IN socle fashion. had appro-
priate5 the voice that belonged to the
golden girl. The curly hair. the dim
PIES. the Iong-iashed 5iuc eyes, where
were they?
During the days that followed Nat
thew saw a good deal OF the Murray
girl He took her to the theatre; they
went skating together; they did all
the Jolly things that the young people
at home were doing And Matthew