The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-11-17
THE DAILY
STORY
His Dream Girl
BY II. LOUIS KABoLD.
Copyright, 1920 blythe Mcclure
Newspaper 5yndicate.)
!, TANFORD WESTON sat pro-

0yuuAS"ES'l
g TANFoRD WESTON sat pro-
y y ped up among the big pillows OF
his couch. Saunders, his man
.uYas carrying out the tray with ITS
$thmpting dishes but half touched.
For a convalescing typhoid patient
stamford did not have at all the
Z customary appetite. y
- say, Saunders" he halted the
man Querulously,. did either OF
my nurses have big gray eyes and
hair sdrt or--wcll, crinkly and
.sunshlny, and did she wear a lit
tie hat with a blue feather
Saunders had stopped abruptly
tray poised. mo sir" he said.
$40 sir, ! should say not SIR
Alright replied Stanford
wearilyEand Saunders went out.
ut is queer" went on the
young man TO himself. Every time
/ shut my eyes / SEQ her. Must
be a vision caused by my illness.
but as long as she isn't real, why,
/ wish she'd keep out Of it.. keep
out Of my drcama." he hummed
whimsically.
When young Weston's father
had died, the son had shut up the
big house. With Saunders, he
| had taken rooms where he might
be neat his friend Jack Darling,
who was expected back from Il
Photographic expedition in Chile.
Before Jacks return, ne was
stricken with typhoid fever.
Now he was slowly getting well
but tho days seemed long and even
Saunders faithful presence at
times lrritated tho invalid, ON
such occasions he took refuge with
( his dream girl. as he had named
her Big gray eyes, and crinkly,
EtEnshiny hair-the description eX-
LalfF fitted Persis Meredith. who
Nd tho very instant Stanford
was putting his question to Saun-
ders was sitting in her small bare
fOn, gazing disCOnsolateIy at the
,4cturci in her hand.
"NTRLl.., ITS back to Milton o
elnc and all my dreams over. Back
Ia uncle and aunt, and, suppose.
{ back TO you John. You sneered at
my wanting to try my wings in the
city, and | guess you were right.
But who'd ever think l would have
fallen ii love with a married
mani and Pcrsis crumplcd up the
+ picture OF Il plain-fcatured youth
andsthrew II into the basket.
Then, after hopping her eyes
with her handkerchief and dab
bling her pretty nose with a bit of
powder, she put on a shabby
Jacket, mendcd gloves, and Ait
lie har with a blue feather.
Just as Pcrsis was passing
young Wcston's apartment, the
door opened and Saunders came
M leaving the door just enough
lar for a pair Of l~istleSs eyes
azing from the inner Don to
latch a glimpse OF the blue feather
OF his dreams.
with q sudden strength in his
voice, Stanford shouted. I'll
.sgthere, Saunders. won't. you ask
Miss Blue Feather to humor an II
valid and Gallon him a m.Oment?'
Persis had stopped short at the
first words, and d flush Of color
dyed her cheeks. "Oh, Saun-
4 ders,'' she whispered. Does ne
l came 10 see him when he
was SO stck?"
\ mo, miss" said Saunders.
Last ways, he speaks of some one
that looks like you, but he sort OF
thinks It was one OF the nurses.
4 didn't forget you made the prom
ise not TO tell
.'Oh, what shall l do now" ask
Scd PersIs.
.IfWELL", said Saunders, IF l
c6ald advise, miss, he's awfully
down-and it couldn't do any
harm
mo" cried Persis with sudden
resolution, ut won't do any harm
forsI am going away for good"
''I'm sorry to hear that miss"
said Saunders, I'm tell him you're
coming"
When, a few minutes later. Per-
sis found herself seated beside the
boyIsh figure of the man whose
brow she had gently touched when
he was calling in d!lirium, She was
K Mt n loss. Would he remember her?
Evidently not, she thought, as
she listened to his first words.
81 hope you will excuse NY i'm
pertinance, Miss
" Meredith" supplied Persis.
Meredith, but either | must
have known you before or some
body marvelously like you. was
afraid l would nevcr see you if l
let you 60"
.'No, you wouldn't have, Mr..
Weston, for l AM going away" &c
piled Pergis, q note OF sadness
creeping into her voice as she
thought how happy she had been,
even II she was only making jLst
enough with her drawings to pay
her way.
STANFORD'S face fell. To long
necessarily for the Girl Of his
Dreams, to have her m~aterIalize
miraculOusly, and then TO loose
her! impossible! But he only said,
duly, "Must you?"
Eyes" answered Persis, smooth.
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