The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-07-18
THE DAILY
SHORT STORY
Speaking of Angels.
Copyright 1918, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate1

NSSPyAi6nL 4S4S, ny lue Mcclure news
paper Syndicate.)
SUPPOSE life must hand out some
4 ~ compensations" Irma said thought
~ fully. you see he hasn't brains
Or looks, so he had to have money"
don't think he's terribly bad
looking. He's interesting I like one
OF those lean, keen-eyei kind OF Ces-
lerate looking persons tauch better
thor the curly-hai-ed hess oaes"
1rma picked strawb :rries delicatelv,
selecting only the cho.:.s. and ripest
The June sunlight shoas warmly DOWN
on The patch of garden or the south
ern hill slip" Rows C: raepberry and
scurrant bushes stre:: :led IN | .nS even
lines behind the girls and st:ll past
the bushes rose senti lsi rows of fruit
trees, each bearing fragrant load of
promise.
Meadowbright had never seemed SO
attractive. This year they had left the
city full month earlier than usual,
because OF Irma's convalescence Sun
light and air had been ordered for her
and new interest.
There aren't any new interests in
the country Irma said Indignantly
when her father had announced his
plan Of shipping Nancy and her off
early. But after the first few days at
the big white house she seemed to
grow new point OF view, as Nancy
saad. 1t was beautiful there by the
Aeund. Everything was growing rich
~ about them. The garden fairly call
ed out OF Its abundance for somebody
to pick its berries and salad material.
The peas 1erked up eager lines Of
green, the radtshes fairly pushed
through the brown earth as II eager to
be pulled.
The only drawback had been the
loneliness. All OF the other summer
homes opened dn July and August. The
suffered windows bafflsd and depress
ed Nancy until one morning she dis.
covered that there were signs Of hab-
dtation at the Lyon place. 1t was the
next shore property to theirs. brand
new and aggressively luxurious. Then.
again, 1t was painted yellow and white
Nancy said It looked like scrambled
eggs garnished with parsley, but this
was only envy. It's spacious, finely
kept lawns sloped to the waters edge
Its hedges were perfectly clipped, and
Its greenhouses lured one even at a
distanc with their promise of beauty
within.
The place had been sold that spring.
{ the head gardener told Abbey, the
Newcombs maid. Randolph Moore was
fse new owner. The girls knew who
DO was. All during the war his
h4me had been IN the papers over and
over again a. one Of the flying heroes.
4 BE had inherited millions from his
father and had almost succeeded in
unloading most Of his wealth in. gov
errment service and social betterment
Hines abroad and here. So II had been
distinct disappointment 10 him to
ind him rather an ordinary looking
rnan, with none OF the ear marks of
the popular hero.
Not that it's his fault" Irma be-
gan again. 81 wish he'd try to be
neighborly anyway. Any one would
be Q diversion out here
you Just want to flirt with him
+ and break Ids heart" Nancy laughed,
Y II Eay him first and I'd console him.
He looks IS II he'd need consolation
nwfully."
.'He needs Just Nike did, probably,
3 ne winterest- II he were only worth
I'd Try to worry him just while
She gathered up her luncheon dish
of berries and went on up to the
house, aud Nancy started for the rasp
berry bushes. when figure rose from
Y TIE far side OF the bushes, a tall, lean
( 5figrre and she found herself facing her
ndghbor.
Twas tense moment, but as Nancy
satd later, she nved everything. Bluah.
Ing add ratified, she told Mr.. Moore
that che was 90 very sorry they had
4 t6iked about him. He was compliment
I ID that they even noticed him, he told
her ernvely. And then he had added
that they hnd the best berries around
there, and he had been pifering Joy
pusly eyer since his arrival.
The following day the Moore Ear