The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-11-05
HE Dali "
SHORT STORY
The Boy.
BY WILL s. AMEs.

vt lG0pYI1BuLs 1919 Dy the McCluTt
Newspaper Syndicate.
ft6TEBBIN insists the hens woulr
have done better on straigh
cracked corn. He says til
state people didn't take into accom
tie live food our fowls pick up in GU
RIM, with all that swampy land neai
the brook. ! suppose, he's right"
From seowling contemplation o
four loayes Of bread, burned on tc.
while not yet thoroughly done, the
woman raised, flushed face ~acros:
which a wisp OF her still black haiI
had strayed. There was more thar
innpat ience in the glance she shot al
the Speaker. She drew the loaves
! from the oven, protecting hcr hands
with her apron, and flung them, any
how, on the Kitchen table: Then she
& dropped in chair and stared out
through the window. The man, q
basket with ten eggs dangling from
his hand, stood by the door looking
modify at her.
Presently the woman laughet
mirthlessIy. "How many different
pieces o. r4ndoe s, aUcS ma sna1 n;oH 9n od
Harry in the last two years?" she
demapded, facing her husband sud
denly with wide open, angry eyes.
mot about the >wretched poultry bus
ness alone, but housekeeping"
Again she turned to the window, the
t6e Of her worn slipper tapping the
floor.
me mans iins n.rtad then drew
a.. LIZ Id t,p 10 pnovs The SIush
.feS In s. -, Ia U,o N frovninp yoce
S - 49, a..os ~ ,.,zrs ond oIdor she
anu ~ sT Nv. Faet and SaoeJ him her
sptans ~ IL. l1 ie to. s ~ tor sj1a
na HIS eie ,.o,, notbi I u ID Int stand
4hoan aa va yo o1or n Of NC N that foolish
r neISdrama9ic wavq" She cried 4 shrili
metaliic thread gSJ IN her her. voice. "Haye
von mt vet learned that the only way
fo Glow IN tha nrocess Of starvation
in This miserable place is not to 20
incoming around gossipinp with your
iontisl1 neighbors over yolr own fail
nres Int to work-to work. work,
worlsl Eyerlastingly to work, like a
brute beast on an eternal treadmill-
like I do?n
The man ton had gone white. He
tore omen the door and, with all his
might. threw the basket into the yard
It struck against the orchard wall,
two rods away.
"ro he'll with It! To hell with the
: whole damned business! Failures?
yas-GalI one rotten failure! Listen,
Won i called in the old life. the olo
ISsinees because was crazy enough
Ia thins man could succeed and be
decent al the Same time. rye failed
berse irving. to make hard work and
DISCRIMINATION serve the purpose OF
canital and tl1e know, how-and with
the mains1rfneeof the whole effort
gone!'r
He paused for an instant. The
woman stared from the window. He
went on. "And if l failed what would
you do? You're worse failure than
/ am. God Almighty doesn't make
brokers and farmers, men have TO
learn. some times they can't. But he
makes every woman potentionaEly
one thing-and you failed, you failed
utterly, shamefully, at that thing!"
"wbat do Won mean ?" The woman
was chslkv 70 the Inns. her mead
sboo,, 40 with a tiny palsv.
"wa.' 49,. ,,o,I ,,-ho+ ,ooor 7
,,oo ~ +b auG b"v When he came Won
n aeSn Tnt 70 D think vou'd been picked
ont and set anart 10 be the mother OF
God Won wanted the universe to
he RIM ,1st for him. You'd have to
mt mt the SIM and let the world
stumble in the dark if Won could, to
ksen II from shining in his eyes. You
noS5lad him and snnandered money! on
him and kent our nose to the grind
stone And after all. what was It
Son did for himg
s9I w 1900 ,+o.,,. ,,,,thort
me woman NS'areu seonliy' "4'uou'
WORDS -,
"I'lI tell you what you did-you ROD
bed him OF his chance. You made a
hothouse thing Of him. And then q
waStel, that frlttered away IN cup
dissipations tae h ,,etle h.1s you 4 tSa
LETT MIN, you nate 4LIs h.nl M Gus
mans voice was sl,tn nc, Sau ME nls no,.haS
deapenng, RoP s E1,a III Lua bro, SI
81 s Is IIosea ioF. well Nv mn sts,e5 t.eI,,.
W mere puS s4 Luz WY Wg,bs ~ hut tbo des-
peFate hope o. GYMS s MN psc * I bis
leaats. syoT wlesc -, oFuet4ne - 'i''
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