The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-05-12

SIX CRY
Perfume 81 Biscuits.
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bUEedlu On tHe uIeo'
eyes ED:ang open. :,
The room looked the same as ~
ways, and yet there seemed sotnelnins
strange about It Finally II aa"neu
on him that a perfume from the past
was scouting up his SURROUNDINGS
.Iperfume Of baking biscuits.
The strange thing about II was d u !
In his dream he had been seated ~ .
table about to begin an attack on Will VIII.
biscuits and maple syrup. IN GeoIse .
opinion such q delicacy was gastloa ns.
mical paradise. And now Elsie f1aseis
could make biscuits!
The faint sound Of an oven door
banging shut and the rafting OF pans
came from the next room.
.4The new light housekeepers,"
George commented, as he crawled from
Ned and began to dress. THAT wont
last long. Mrs. Maloney simply wont
stand for any baking"
Arriving at his office, George wad'
ed into his correspondence, gave IN
structions to his assistants and clerks,
then secluded himself rom all callers
and gave himself up TO day dreams.
Elsie Hayers was the cause and the
3 subject Of these dreams. George coud
not forget her, although he had seeh
her last ten years ago. AT first wneh
y he came to Detroit, he had given ner
1. scarcely athought, he was 50 busy
making good in the real estate game /,
md besides. his fellow workers were
acnuainted with a number OF attrac-
tive city girls, one OF whom quite cap.
.tiyatedy George and allowed him 10
spend a great deal OF money on her;
I, Until her former sweetheart, VINO nag
been West, came back and marrleu
4 her, and took her to Colorado.
When George recovered >from tins
1 blow ne discovered he never loved
z vivian; 1t had been simply case OF IN
fatuation. HIS thoughts naturally re
\ verted to Elsie, and he attempted 70
renew his neglected correspondence
with her. His letters came back IN
sFopened, stamped Unclaimed. ne
wrote to mutual friends and learned
that Elsie and her mother had lett
Harbor Springs and were living IN
Chicago, although their address was
Y unobtainable.
4 why not pay the old town vislt'
zanyhoW?" he asked himself alter
few moments more OF cogltatlon. II
Smust be nice spring weather there
nov. Elsie won't be there, but II WIZ
be s pleasure to visit the places we
used to visit together. haven't seen
4 the place In ten years.
When George awoke at seven the
next morning he dressed lelsureiy
( packed a suitcase and instead OF heaG
/ Ing for the office went to the station.
Twelve hours later he stepped OIL ths
4 train at Harbor Springs. He was tired,
so he went straightaway to bed IN the
hotel. ,., o,,
Z life an he walked to the WINDOW III MS
room the following morning ana look ok
ed over the harbor, from which 1resh'
inyirorating breeze was waited. He
4 dressed quickly and hurried to the
: street. !.
AZ he walked up the bluff his gait
Increased. Soon he was swinging
along a country road. his shoulders
hack, his step firm, inhallng pure
country air.
Before long he met farm fliVver
al, which he noticed number OF large
,sitiii cans.
,iHeno," he called. "Wait minute,
The driver applied the brakes, and
the machine stopped. ,,
'.aYell, WELL" said the driver. III It
amt George Henderson,"
.Bill Jackets" George exclaimed,
Z and he extended hand, which met a
firm, warm clasp. Are you still deal
Ing In maple syrup?" ~,
hYou bet. Here's thirty gallons. I'M
taking 'em to the store
won't twenty-nine be enough tor
the stpre?" asked George, reaching ior
HIS poeketbook, i haven't tastea
maple syrup IN ten years" H..
Nope, l can't sell It." Btlls race
was covered with multitude OF grin
ming wrinkles as he added, ,bW ~
Give You one, for old times sake, you
know You used to be my best custo'
Sner." ,n,a
i an WITH the can OF syrup. 1t was
4 heavy. but It wouldn't be after lie
found the shady spot. Soon he cam,
{ % q four corners. On each of the cor
iaers was house. George paused IN
I front OF the smallest, which had a
Niong, wide porch and presented an ex'
kraordinary neat appearance IN spite
1|of the fact that the weather had De.
s1nrtyed It Of all traces Of paint.
aElsie's old home, he sighed. WON
der who lives there now?
He mounted the porch. Tine door
vas open and only screen barred his
progress, To his astoniShment tne
hRme perfume that had assailed HIS
nostrils two mornings ago cams from
the interior Of the house.
Ee knocked, and middle-aged
lady. with white hair, hustled to the
doof. When George saw her he drop.
ned the can OF syrup on the porch
Mrs. Havers!" he almost shouted,
Wringing her hand. She ushered him
into the house to the accompaniment
of flood Of words.
well, well, George. 1t does seem
rood to look on your face once more.
And what's in that can? Maple, syrup?
Il might have knowed-and we have
,tsssta!..s- alE;ays. do FOR breakfast
Seyeu Ju1n In Detroit"
George was walking toward the
Kitchen. He stuck his head through
the doorway and his eyes took in a
Young lady bending before the oven.
iIthe girl looked up and their glances
met.
She hurriedly regained her feet and
stood back In amazement.
"What-what are yoa doing here?'
she faltered, and her eyes found the
George smiled, as he had not smiled
Il lust dropped in for breakfast.
You see, have maple syrup, and you
you have the biscuits; so l thought
we might collaborate,
yes" observed Mrs. Hayer, as she
poured syrup on q biscuit, I'VE thought
1t would be nice to spend the summer
IN the old home-be resorters,. like the
folks over on the point; 80 here we