The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-08-18
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Fisheru,an's Luck.
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f iCDrNiSht, 1870, BY the Mcclure
Newspaper syndicste.)
THE cottage basksd In the VAIN q
gun the sea was Q golden
slimmer Of lights winhng,
y nkine, the waves came cream
~ 4, b, the sand To break IN lace,
Nd foam and draw back again 70
come rushing IN once more. sea-
fulls dipped and careened against
!ke lresh wind or loated In the va
et Ike painted toys.
Roge, stretched himself lu<uri.
su5iy and left the hammock 70 81
N he steps. His mother had 40.
veffised for q cook, and she naa
iaked him to keep watch and 70
lire the very first promising apDl-
can't
They an promise" yawnsd Rss.
IN. Latimsr never worried. She
Tss perennially young looking and
Otimlgtic to the nth degte, !
feel Il n my bones she VIII 30 .
love q a cook. Remember the last
one, Roger Old Chloe"
..N:mmmm!!" pulred Roger. rem
iniscelt Of fried chicken and val
fles-and the tickle Chloe.
We'll, ! felt Just that way about
Chloe.s She laughed as the car
4 dte her away.
81 Roger waited patiently, dut!.
frlly, bul not one applicant ap'
peared n answer 10 his mother 5
advertisement or TO their agoniled
telephone messages 10 Tie employ
ment bureaus In the CITY.
Vslt Is too late now he told HIM
self as he strolled down TO the
beach. THE last train was In an
horr ago"
The beach was deserted save for
asgirl who sat patiently upon U
rock holding q fishing line.
sWhat is she catching" he ask
ed ache went up 70 her, and he re-
peated the question when ne
reached the rock.
& ''Nothing,p she answered.
why try here-you'd have 70 80
out IN q boat to catch anything.
Tor might dig some clams-if you
are determined 10 have some
thing" he suggested.
thanks, Iwill Try. How do you
catch them!" she inquired nope
gully.
Hs helped her down from the
rock and regarded her with ap'
proYa!. She wore a blue cotton
dress and q sailor hat and rather
I Ehahby shoes, and she was delight
III to look at.
@Dig for them-but It Is messy
must you have them now"
she smiled and nodded. I'm
camplng-I want them for my sup
sNot aloneg .
4yes," her defiance was near to
tears. Il worked In store in town.
/ haven't been strorg-the doctor
said TO 60 away 10 the shoIe-.i
ifst boarded, you know-and, well,
81 I Lost my lob this morning and SO
/ / came down here. I'm going TO
work In the hotel as waitress 70.
moroW-isnt Il beautiful here"
She breathed deeply Of tho salt
tonie.laden air.
AWhere will you Sleep he
sSe nodded towasd the rocks.
The dryest cave there-l have q
suit case
@i high tide you would be
drowned am Roger Latimer--l
would like to- have you meet my
Iiolher-can you cook??"
SSYes. Ny mother kept boarders
Years sgo before she died--I used
EiMy l..cther Is looking for a
cobk-good wages, comfortable
I home and this" sweeping his
K arm around sea and sky.
IL / could only do IT."
{. cry" he urged. ave are strrv,
ing-May / carry your bag, Miss"
my name Is May Wood--if
II, 70 be q cook, you must call me
Nary" she said independently.
Roger led ker into the Kitchen
ahd showed her where chaos
refined. .It's the way they LEFT IT,
he Said plaintiysly.
Never mind, I'll clsan up fcl
my supper, anyway, and Il youI
mother doesn't won't ME 10 remain
that will help" she said brightly
q She put on an apron and went
TO work.
Ms. Latimer came home az
hour later. Her delicate nose wa;
lifted. "Fried chicken she
hfeathed rapturously. Chloe ha:
come back. Ny bones ne7s. failed
sSSe "a found her way to the Fitch
q, catching q glimpse Of the COO
dining room windows open y the
sea The table daintily laid, wita
q cutglass howl Of flaming nastur
t!ums IN the center.
% aWell!" she exclaimed, CLOSING
4 tie kitchen door and psertns
though q thin blue haze Of smoke
& the pink face Of the young cook
\ an glad to see some one here
Mlly!" she screamed.
!. sayes'm that's my name" laughee
the girl as she piled a dish viii
snowy mashed potatoes. "DO YOU
lika gravy with fried chicken
nllhm!
aWhere did you come from" de
rstpded Mrs. Latimer.
flown. Lost my way tE,n th}
station here-no taxi-walket
along beach-tried fishing from !
reck to amuse myself-alons CAME
gyoung man asking curious ques
fionS-so ] made up an interesting
tt1le-anG when he found uut
could cook be looked hungrlly al
30 and brought me here"
q 40 cook your own Glnner!'
walled Mrs. Latimer ,traSIcally
.Where Is that idiotic Roger"
Y sent him 10 the contectloner's