The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-01-12

(Copyrtght, 1920, by the Mcclure
Newspaper syndicate)
n FRS, WILLIE wEATHERBY,
Iva at ali times, and at this partlcu-
through the window as the roadster
left the roadway and turned into the
avenue.
The glare somehiw managed TO
leave the windowpane in a state of
solidity and appeared to have no Eff
feet on the automobile or the two oc-
cupants, one Of whom was yellow
haired girl in tailored suit, while
the other was young man who sat
rather stiff behind the wheel and was
CARRIED in a maroon uniform.
When the girl, Just before.the road :
ster became shut from sight behind
q house, turned and waved her GLOW
ed hand, Mrs. Willie Weatherby
snorted. and became more furious and
also frantic, and raced from the lux
nrlous library, down the luxurious
hall, to stop, lettering from one foot
10 another, before closed door, on
which she gave a resoundiDg rap.
a deep, roaring voice doomed
come In" and she did.
lean, lank, six-foot man who had
been strewn over a deep, comfort
able shair-comfortable had the Oc-
cupant been less long-gathered him
self together, and when he recognized
the intruder he folded his paI,er,
placed 1t on corner of the table,
sighed, and inquired in voice that
was not so thunderouS:
What seems to be the trouble, my
dear? You appear agitated."
Mrs. Willie Weatherby reeled into
another chair and sat clenching and
unclenchjng her fists and putting for
breath.
Mr.. Willie Weatherby Che signed
and preferred 1t William T. Weather
by, but had been unable to down the
nickname society had selected for
him waited in patience for his wtfe
ito explode, which he knew she would,
and which she did.
Agitated? agitated? Who wouldn';
be? Think of 1t! Agitated? Huh! You
will be, too, when | tell you"
Mr.. Weatherby sighed, and looked
longingly at his paper on the table,
and waited to be agltated.
It's nothing less than preposter-
Gus crjminal!' his spouse resumed
lts simply terrible! Think of it,
say! Cur daughter, cur little daugh-
ter, June, IN love with the chauffeur
Her predictions as TO Mr.. Weather.
by's ssatc Of temperament was fulfill
ed. He gained his feet as though i'm
pclled by spring.
What" he roared. In love with
Jim Nevins? Our daughter June? Hor-
rible, unspeakably horrible! 1t can't
be true-it simply can't"
Mrs. Weatherby smiled and nodded
with satisfaction. satisfaction occas-
Toned by the perturbed behavior of
her husband. For the moment her
agitation over her daughters plebeian
choice in love was supplanted by her
gloating over Mr.. Weatherby's frantic
conduct.
ITS true, though" she said almost
sweetly. i was seated in the library
when the roadster passed with June
and jim. Shes going TO town to 90
some shopping" she said-the little
deeeiyer! Well, as the car went pasl
the library window heard her saw
sJim?. -
And that ungrateful rascal repli-
we?' w. Gil :
Here Mrs. weatherby bristled out
again in foreclosures and launched n
TRADE directed primarily at Jim Ney-
ms. but which broadened its scope 10
include all chauffeurs and wound
up with all attack on the man who in
vented automobiles, whoever he might
be. Her husband chimed in now and
then, whenever she paused for breath
but finally both Gained down con-
siderahly, realizing that they we're ac-
complishing nothing, and that perhaps
their harumscarum daughter had
eloped with the miscreant driver
while they were holding their torrid
eonfab.
II Whats to be done? That's VII t
want to know" Mr.. Weatherby in
CURED, as he sank back in his chair.
tore off a piece of his newspaper ant.
began chewing 1t nervously and medi-
Etatively.
.Thefe's only one thing" said his
vito decisively. "You must sneak TO
her-you must forbid her having any
thing to do with Jim; and II that