The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1919-11-12

at smells BETTER" came the whis-
per from the bed.
And 1t tasted equally good as Bet
sy held his head and fed him the
Drowned biscuit dipped in warm milk.
The man slept and Betsy tiptoed from
the room. Mrs slattery mounteo
guard in the han with a Dame Grun-
His room rent DO behind" Evi-
IDENTITY in Mrs. Slattery@s makeup
there was no trace Of that impellingI
force which had governed BGtsy's
spontaneous act Of loving kindness.
She looked into her nDeager purse,
wearing out at the corners.
will a dollar on account be sat
isfactory? she asked. The bill was
rendered and accepted in silence and
Betsy returned TO her room supperless
and happy. As she crept into bed she
shifted the alarm clock. It regis
tered awakening at half after the
four.
The hour gained next morning was
devoted to assisting her newly acquirI
ed ward. With tho promise to the
nan who lay weak and inert to stop
on her way home from work in the
evening, she turned 10 go.
why are you 80 good to me?" the
question detained her.
"Wly ljutt tie motive?" by inter-
rogation she answered.
Preoccupied with her thoughts, Bet
sy failed to be annoyed as she was
jostled about on street and car by
thrOngs fastening to work Morning.
duties were fulfilled in like srbcon-
scIous fashion for mind was helping
the lad lying i'll and helpless in the hot
bedroom. Noon was sounded by 81
rens over the welterlng city as Betsy
passed the music counter Of Tilden's,
Inc, On her way out Of the store for
luncheon. In racous tones sang thaI
song-booster through his brilliantly
colored megaphone, which he turned
alternately to the right and left so
that all might hear:
When our Ship o. Dreams comes in.
dear,
When it's cargo comes to shore,
With gold so fine, 1t will be thine,
You alone adore
Betsy smiled as she recalled the
first occasion when she had heard the
words and sacrificed the precious
minutes Of her luncheon period to |
hear the end OF the lyric.
when our vessel comes sailing back
dear,
Laden with wealth oil for you, i
Then We'll marry; no need to tarry,
When our Ship, OUT Ship o. Dreams
comes true +"
She caught up the lifting, catchy
melody and the easy rolling words,
and etc her luncheon with the tune
in her head Anxious for 6 O'Clock to
come, the afternoon flew, quickly ana
by closing time found her hurTying
toward her boarding house with thous
ands OF other souls all closeted up inl
their own little worlds of personal in
terest. Mechanically she bought the
evening paper and mechanically reao
tho usual run of news, and equally |
mechanically turned toward the clas-
sified section in search for the al
ways possible, but never probable
"better jobs" Her eyes drifted to the
adjoining column Of personals, attract
ed possibly by the words, ship o.
Dreams" They seemed to pursue
her this day. The man seated to her
right hummed with heavy breath,
when Our Ship O. Dreams Comes
Sailing in, Dear"
Betty read:
Royalties awaiting Leonard SUIT
cliffe. Information wanted as to the
present whereabouts of composer OF
ship o. Dreams.' Phone Popular
Music Co."
Betsy gasped, Could it really be
so wonderfully romantic? 1t was
more than food she brought him
Are you Leonard Sutoliffe?" she
asked as she entered the room and
smiled to see him seated in the chair.
He nodded with surprise and looked
at the newspaper she laid In his lap.
Then your Ship o. Dreams has
come to port, Captain Singing Man,
Betty announced and picked
out the stopper of the mIk bottle
with the tine of fork.
A wonderful light danced in his eye.
Good Samaritan, it's our Ship O.
Dreams, no?"
And over the toasted crackers Bet
sy nodded assent.