The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-10-06
TIE DAILY
I0RT STORY
81 LILLlAN HALL CROWLEY.

BY lkLlAN HALL CROWLEY
Copyright 1919, by the Mcclure
Newspaper syndicate)
vi - ONE, girls" called Mrs.
stevens from the next room,
I'VE shall be. late for the
train,,
IN minute" May has to put in
another hatpin!" answered two Joy.
BUS, young voices. The girls then
hurried in to join their waiting chap
sron
taxi was standing at the entrance
10 the hotel, into whichathey piled
and were furiously driven to the sta
ton where. they were to take the
train. They, had finished a three
days sightseeing visit in the nation
aI capital and were on their way TO
Annapolis to attend the January hop
D at the Naval Academy.
May Withers, who was engaged to
Midshipman Roy Boomer, had per-
suaded Jean Stevens and her mother
ITO goswith her. Both girls were at
tending college and this was holiday
9 time. May intended finishing her col
lege course, the following June and
Roy would graduate the same month.
Then they were to.,be married.
you'll like Roy's chum, Philip Car
con Jean. Roy says he's a shark for
I study-hke yourself up Oh
literature and writes verse. You two
ought to get on splendidly. I'll let him
know that you're the high-brow of our
class"
al wanted to meet him beause he Is
Roy,s rtend, but now want to meet
him for himself" said Jean.
"Idon't see how he ans Roy became
roommates, because old Roy never
Ireads book unless he has to We're
alike, there.
When they arrived at tho station in
Annapolis, Mrs. SteVEns called a
rtckety old carriage, that had two
.listless horses and fat darkey
driver. They ambled along Maryland
avenue until they came to their hotel,
a large white building In the center
OF the town.
For dinner they had some Of the
famous soft-shell GRABS, and then
went into the parlor to wait for the
boys
Presently May was introducing Roy
Bloomer and his friend Philip Car
son. This was the ladies first visit to
Annapolis.
They soon exhausted all the small
talk, and wise Mrs. Stevens suggested
q walk. She would write letters while
awaiting them. She was repaid for
KS, 4I4o,,esI, tP,Innss with tho INV she
saw in the faces Of the lovers.
Later when they all came in Roy
and May were Ibllssfully happy. No
Dne could mistake the fact that they
were genuinely in love. Philip looked
politely bored, while Jean seemed be-
wildered and wretched.
ooh Jean, made a mistake about
Philip being a student Of literature.
HES an athlete and never reads. l
have confused him name with that
of another fellow Roy wrote me
about
well" exclaimed Jean, that's why
We, didn't hit it off. preached every
subject i thought he would like-not
that cared myself, for / would
rather have talked aboutthis quaint,
Did town. What must he think of me?"
..WIhat did you say to him."
II started out ON the technic Of the
short story of today in comparison
I with the long drawn-out stories of
Richardson, the father Of the English
novel;"
"Heayens!" exclaimed May, while
Mrs. Stevens repressed smile. HE
didn't know what you were talking
about. I'm sorry for my mistake,
Jean. What else did you say?"
when he didn't respond, thought;
He DOESN'T care to be serious to-
night so l told him joke and he
didn't even smile.
a.That extremely funny one about
the New York publisher, who, on his
first visit to England, asked Herbert
Spencer to give him the sole right to
Faerie Queene,
HoW could he laugh at that?
There's nothing funny about it is
Perhaps not" Jean answered
aNeSer mind, DEAR" said her
mother, at often happens that two
admirable persons cannot De congen-
lal. Remember, there Is the dance to-
morrow night"
.,Phil Carson has missed lott" ex-
claimed May, because you're the
dearest and sweetest thing that ever
lived. Present company not except
ed"
Next evening the two midshipmen
were at the door of the gymnasium
where the b5Els are held, when tho
Eirds arrived with Mrs. Stevens. Their
programmes had been filled by their
escorts before, as was the custom.
Roy said: sPhil and are sorry
about Billy Westerman. We wanted
Eou to know him, but he's so popular
that all Of his dances were taken be-
lore we knew you we're coming.
; Who is he?" asked May,
"Hes the fellow wrote you about
the shark of the caass-writes
verse.
"He's the one / meant" May whis.
pered to Jean.
Jean and her gallant, having starteo
BADLY, could not get adjusted; espec-
ally after Jean to show her interest
4 n the best baseball pitcher in tho
academy asked.