The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-04-21
WAS EQUAL
TO THE OCCASION

| SRS@14Ab VI ASAOOof SdlQ W. w.
sibray, chief of the immigration Blu
reau. of the Pittsburgh d.a Slsyass,
night over the coffee at zoe FAIR
mont, "the only chance / have ever
had to break into that elias occurred
one night about month ago in In
diana, Pa"
I Fred Golden, Interpreter for the bu-
reau, who SENS TO have read eyery-
thing worth reading in nine different
Languages, had somehow 1ugged Carl
yle's clothes philosophy into the con-
Versation and the entrance OF two
army officers in natty uniform that
made them the cynosure OF all ewes.
furnished~the motive for discussing
the same writer's Heroes ana Herr
Worship"
MY assistant, Mrs. Lentz, and l."
continued Mr.. Sibray, were returning
to tho hotel after a prolonged trial
OF some alien radicals, on the nIrbt
mentioned when fire engine passed
US at full speed going In the sauSe
direction.
'l'll bet that's our hotel" said Mrs
Lentz with a display of that kill-toy
Nonsense" i answered with mas
culine optimism, but as we neared the
hotel, sure enough she was right.
smoke was pouring from the upper
windows and large crowd of peo-
pie ad catered on the street Sud
denly Mrs. Lentz stopped.
oh! she gasped, my kimona. nv
beautiful new silk kimona, what shall
do?" 'i-
"Do?" shouted, gimme your kew"
And before she could prevent II / had
grabbed the key and fought nv way
Through the crowd, TO the lobby oil;
the hotel. Up the four flights OF
stairs went on the jump, found the
room, flung open the door, chucked
the hmono into travelling bag TO-
getherr with some hair brushes. hand
mirrors and what not, and in half a
+, minute was on my way down stair
again! Stopping at my room on the
second floor, GRABBED I'D INV Toyern-
ment records and traHei ng bag and
III aRother ten seconds was outside
multitude" u '"e
Hero indeed" here interposed Mrs
Lentz, her handsome eyes FLASHING
with scorn, let me tell what actually
Mr.. Sibray has fountain pen. one
OF that measiy old fashioned Kind tina,
gets ink on my fingers every time I
use 1t. or course have no vest peck
ct IN which to carry fountain DEN.
SO have to borrow his, but every time.
do, I'm admonished not to lose "a
and be sure 10 bring It back. / be-
IieYe It's some kind OF heirloom of the
sibrays, he's SO careful of the old
thing.
On the night of the fire, had bor-
rowed the pen To write some letters
mad gone out and left It in nv room
and Mr.. sibray knew his beloved
fountain pen was there as well as m,
Eimono. He saved them both.
But here's the best part of his
performance. When we had found
another hotel and he was registering.
1 noticed bit of lace sticking opI
OF his overcoat pocket.
Whats that?" 1 asked.
oh" said he, that's something of
yours"
looked closer. 1t was a stranEa
looking piece of lace.
Nothing of mine" said I firmly,
Lets see It,"
mot here" gasped our hero, look
ing fearfully around the crowded
lobby, so we adjourned to the hotel
parlor.
OF course you'd never guess.
When l went to write my letters af-
ter dinner, had removed the lace
bordered table-cover folded 1t care
fully and laid 1t on a chair where our
hero( found 1t and having filled my
bag full as well as most of his pock-
cts with things that only take I'D about
half the capacity of the bag when 1
pack it, stuffed the table cover into
his pocket without examining the
thing thinking with masculine obtuse-
ness that it was something belonging
to me.
However" she ended with an &c.
static sigh, he did save me the darl-
INCEST lavender silk kimono, and II
Mr.. Sibray will lend me his fountain
pen, I'll go right up to my room, make
out that report and send it in TO-,
night"
And like true sport, he did.
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