The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-06-07
FACTS AND FANCIES FOR WOMAN AND THE HOME
THE DAILY
SHORT STORY
Mental transportation.
by LILLIAN HALL CROWLEY.
Copyright, 1919. by the Mcclure
NeWspaper Syndicate)

\ Copyright, 1919. by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate).
NHAZIE put the manuscript IN her
lNIbag and started for the subway.
49, She was very happy young
\ woman this pleasant March morning,
hfor her hopes seemed well on the
way TO realization.
She had been studying and work
ling hard on her music during III,
past winter in New York. She had
1.-THE creative faculty and had bee en-.
couraged by teachers and friends to
tTy and public her compositions. She
had at last finished some of the
manuscripts and was on ] er way
down town to see q publish n.
Smiling and lighthearted she was
ushered into the office where sat the
great man whose distum either made
/ or did not make the would-be artist.
rs this Mr.. Granville?"
tUh-huh!"
He was a rather large man whose
sedentary life had brought about a
loose look to his figure. He wore
h spectacles and did not rise when
Maize introduced herself. A grunt
emanted from his tightly closed lips
III a n an of importance would do
such thing as grunt Maize stated
her business. He did not ask her to
4 sit down and she began to feel in
dienapt.
I'VE have lots Of this kind of stuff
He fingered the manuscript disdain.
h fully. ~ don't suppose this is any
better than most others that come in
here"
But you haven't looked at it's,
II can imagine what 1t Is" he
growled, without looking at her.
BY this time Maize was very angry.
She did not expect to be received by
a man Of business as IL she were in
his dressing room, but she had not
counted on this.
"Mr. Granville. this is a business
house, is 1t not?"
Certainly" he answered in sur.
prise.
"Well. then, am submitting this
music to you as a business PROPOSE
ton. That is what this business Is
organized. You do not know whether
my music is suitable or not. because
you haven't looked at it. II it is what
you want, you have value received
and you are not doing me favor.
should think that courtesy would cost
you nothing, either in time Or money.
You think because you are old 1t is
your prerogative to be rude. Good
Nday!" Z
She took the manuscript from the
desk and started for the elevator.
"Just moment Miss Jones'" He
arose from his chair. III vol VIII
leave the music and your address
with me. will look II over"
VERY well! The address is en-.
closed Maize haughtily, handed him
the manuscript and walked out OF the
room without further look.
The city was suddenly thrust in
the throes of heavy snowstorm, and
when the first thaw came the streets
were a mass of slush and water.
Maize, although very pretty girl
knew that her chief beauty was her
slender feet. Having natural pride
in their beauty. Maize always wore
the loveliest Of lovely shoes; hut on
tits PARTICULAR day, when she had
number of errands which required
walking, she put on her Oldest and
ugliest shoes and over them a hid.
eous pair of storm rubbers. Return
ing at dusk, an when she was block
from her boarding place. her feet
slipped out from under her and she
fell to sitting position on the side
walk, with both muddy rubbers stick
ing up as much as to say, Look at
me-"
And looked at they were by man
coming around the corner. For a
moment he was surprised at the sud
denness Of the. affair-then. looking
from ugly rubbers to the face Of the
fallen one. he exclaimed:
Why-why, Miss Jones!"
Maize, Inundated to find herself
N such miserable plight could only
gasp: "Why-why, Mr.. Granville!"
Permit me to assist you" He
helped the forlorn girl to her feet and
offering his arm. which she reluct-
Rntly took, he escorted her to her
door. He was most solictous about
her accident, but Maize assured him
that she was not hurt at all and
thanked him soldly for his assistance.
He raised his hat as she went in the
Door.
Maize was furious with herself
To think Of how dignified I thought
was that day stumbled him, and
then, OF all men in New York, he
should find me sitting in front of
him in the mud" She gazed ruefully
1t the rubbers. Then:
why should care! Horrid old
thtngl"
About 8 o'clock In the evening
Maize was surprised to find her res
ruer on the telephone.
miss jones'" he said when I saw
you home this evening realized that
you live next door to me, and should
like to run over now and talk to you
about the music, IL you have fully re-
! covered from your fall. May II"