The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-02-13
THE DAILY
SHORT STORY
Mohainlned Surrenders.
BY ARcHEY CAMERON NEW.
Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure

ting defeat nad ne NOT Deem 1luSue0
older, but he took little Joy In such
lame. For It distracted time and
EhOught from the achievement Of q
greater thing financial success.
Now, Henry was not kiil-joy and
he aspired to wealth not because OF his
love Of money, but love OF Jean Thorn
{ IS. Knowing this, Hal Foster looked
wupderingly at his partner, as he
entered the office to see Henry glow
eripg at the telephone mouthpiece.
''But, dearest" Henry protested
lrritabIy, II can't go. We're checking
up vegetable shipments for Noyem-
sYou mean thing!" came the pout-
Z Ing answer. II believe you're money
mad"
"Jean!" Henry challenged her sharp.
". "Dtd it ever occur to you that we
might need money after we're mar
ried?" Hal Foster withdrew from the
office hastily.
''I.m not fool, Henry" she replied
coldly. "Good-by."
'HThe DEVIL" yelled Henry, wrath.
fully, slamming up the receiver and
turning to Foster, who re-entered.
''Hai, she's the limit. Wants me to
20 to the Summers dance tonight.
Most unreasonable girl ever knew"
"That wouldn't make good love
song, kiddo," admonished his partner,
yolemnly. Aren't you going?"
"Of course not" and every minute
Henry seemed to grow madden. "D'ye
know, Hal, there's times when ! doubt
/ love her. She's got head full OF
foolishness and nothing else" Hal
made no reply, and Henry plunged
viciously into pile Of papers at his
elbow.
Still wrathful, Henry worked late
into the evening, but on his way home
made q detour, and pausing in front OF
the Summers home, peeped inquisi.
lively into the parlor. The object OF
his search was smiling gayly and chat
ting yolubly in the center Of q group OF
men and girls.
eThat's all she thinks about" Henry
assured himself as he walked away,
and on retiring to his room ten min
ctes later gazed obviously at Jeans
picture on his mantel. Then he fruwn.
ed, turned out the light and jumped
Into bed.
He worked the next two nights, and
on the day following, somewhat
chastened in spirit sent Jean q bou-
guet Of flowers, followed an hour later
BY another call on the phone. 1t was
Jean, thanking him sweetly for the
gift and fnquiring IL he would put
aside business for q single night to1
70 to Margaret Wendell's home coming
reception.
sReally, dear. I can't he pleaded.
This Is the busy season in the com.
mission business. Can't you under.
Btand?, Why can't you come down
town and have dinner with me? That
would be"
"Impossible," she snapped, furious.
IL, land do understand. A nine-hour
day Is long enough. Surely, you won't
work every night after we're mar
ried?"'
mot every night" he replied, sooth.
lngiy. But it's for you, can't you TN.
derstand? Now be a good girl and
EOIu6 uOM1llUWH utuA0t.
Il won't" she refused, fatty I'm
not going to chase you. won't see
you until you come to me-"
Then you won't see me-" Henry
flared rashly. "Good.by."
During the following month Henry
telt sorely tempted to'make peace with
her, but the terms Of peace were Inn
possible. Business required even more
pfShis time than ever, and Halls, too,
The firm was facing an unexplained
: situation. Shipments were coming in
more slowly, and in sales, too, their
figures fell way below par.
tWhat do you make OF it, Henry?'
demanded Hal, az he entered the Office
late one afternoon. 'There seems to
beaffevolt among the farmers and It's
spreading. Last week, Blair placed
his order with US for only half the
usual amount. Said he was buying
the other half direct. A cooperative
association, he called It. Today. Fink
and Wellman turned me. down cold.
Said the Fulton County Growers As
ISOLATION were filling his orders quick
81 and cheaper. What's to be done?"
Henry scratched his head thought.
fully, then rose uncertainty and grab
bed his hat.
"Tm off for Eultonyille, the county
seat" he announced from the door.
ITS dull old place, but I'll smoke
that crowd out-see II I don't"
Early the following morning Henry
presented himself at an office over the
fulton National bank, on the main
street Of that quiet village, with the
neat sign on 1t .Fulton County Grow
ers' Association"
Want to see your boss" he an.
nounced to an alert clerk, who rose
4 from his typewriter to take Henry's
card. He disappeared Into an inner
office and presently emerged.
%Can't be seen,' he announced,
efisply. "Too busy. Gail tomorrow"
But must see him." protested
Henry, scowling. II made q special
Itp down here. cant kill time around
re TIL tomorrow"
But you can't see him." came the
swer, accompanied by fleeting
mile, until tomorrow. There's a
siiow IN town tonight. And . dance at
HE hotel. Maybe you might go to
one Of"
Bother dances and showsl" he
snapped. and left the office. indignant.
In: but the qtietnde and inaction Of
the long afternoon made him recon.
s aideF ana ne 7.A0 aftar onnd din.