The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-04-29

pretty as waxeu doll, breezed
into her home, closely followed
oy the admtring Jim Reardon. Dolly's
mother, her gray hairs belying the
youth and laughter in her eyes, glanc.
ed up from the bit OF embroidery IL
her hands and noted foreboding pout
on her daughters face, wondering as
hfr gaze wandered to the flushed coun
tenance of her future son.in.law. Mrs
Copley did not like the looks OF the
situation.
children what is the matter now?'
the now" indicating that similar in
cidents had occurred before. Accust-
omed as Mrs. Copley had become to
the petty quarrels OF the young lovers,
any new cause of disagreements evoke
uneasiness lest In their childish tenn
pers they invited much unhappiness.
well, who said what?" she added
by way of an initial conciliatory step.
Dolly.
You mean, Dolly won't be sensible"
corrected Jim.
First one and then the other pa.
aside her embroidery. Now, Dolly,
we'1l hear from you, and :" anticipat.
ing long recital, "be BRIEF"
Dolly, with cheeks prettiIy flushed,
removed a large leghorn hat, its
creamy Wilderness enhanced by a
gASO61AC0 pOpPy ollIGuGu " lLo 5luG.
She seated herself on low bench be.
( lore an open crate fire and placed the
nat upon knees cooked up boy fash.
ion.
Really, mother" came the answer
IN tones of ,insulted dignity, at is well
slave, not wife. +" This with wither.
ing glance at her prospective master.
or husband, who sat twiddling tho
cigarette his impatience would not
permit him to smoke.
Careful, Dolly, careful cautioned
Mrs. Copley, but Dolly pretended not
to hear.
The play at the theatre tonight
was all about that man who wanted
his sweetheart to repeat the silly
words, Thank goodness, the table is
set, and she wouldn't do it (Which
] am convinced was perfectly proper.
! so she gave him back his ring. And
that's Just what I'm going to do be
pause Jim thought he would make me
say, Here, dear, are your shoes. ~
y didn't say that retorted Jim de.
fensively. IT said"
'JustSa moment please" pleaded
Mrs Copley patiently. Are you
through with your side OF the story
DollygA blond head nodded in the
what you haze to say" continued the
arbitrator, turning to Jim.
Aw, after the show all said was
n should ask her to bring me my
shoes, If she would hand them to me
kindly or would she be stubborn like
the girl in the play. And Dolly said
"0h, might and | mightn't. l didn't
like that very well, ana l said, Dolly
let me hear you say, Here, dear, are
your shoes" Then Dolly said, Don't
be silly, Jim. And / said, Please
Dolly, say. Here dear, are your
shoes. Well, the long and short OF
sNit IS Dolly won't say 1t, and l want
And having delivered himself of this
grafton, Jim Reardon crossed his arms
aktmbo, spread out his legs and de-
hed the world.
No more of this nonsense, chill
dren." Mrs. Copley rebuked sharply.
matter"
But she hasn't said, Here, dear,
are your Shoes" came parrot-fashion
and with masculine persistency from
\ Jim
THE which l won't say" snapped
Dolly dangerously.
And the astonished eyes of Mrs.
Ppley saw the flash of diamond as
whirled through the air anu lay IN
ntillattng beauty between the angry
In high.handed disdain Jim stalk
rom the house. And Dolly cried.
lh6hb lSH6Iheheu luto week
4 I'D the week into a month, and the
month into double and treble that
number OF days. And Time, proverbial
healer OF discord and inharmony, rem.
dered impossible concession or
pride from either side. Dolly's interest
) in life ceased to center about gowns,
teas and shows and dwindled to read.
ing the daily news with its disquiet.
ing announcements
It was we'll into the fourth month
since the unfortunate attendance at
that performance, whose very moral
intended for them failed to drive
home its lesson. Jim Reardon moped
down the towns busy street, darn
shadows beneath listless eyes, testify.
ing to the gnawing canker Of heart
sickness within.
For distraction he Joined the on.
lockers before shop window where
an up-to:date business-getter had sta
TONED his machine to secure the pass
ing trade. Rubber heels put on while
wait, read the legend in brilliantly
silyered letters across the pane. The
i advertising psychology Of the repair.
man was good. Jim glanced at his
shoes, thought of rubber-heeled com.
performed within the shop. He enter.
ed.
Rubber heels, please he courte
ously asked OF the gum.Chewing clerk
as he removed and handed him his
shoes. He inserted his feet and twid.
died his stockinged toes within the
specious confines OF carpet slippers,
as yacanuy he watched the minute
hand of the clock on the wall make
monotonous progress. The wnirr OF
the electric machinery was peculiarly
soothing to his distraught mood.
A boy entered and, not receiving the
immediate attention the majesty of
: his youth demanded, flopped a coin on
the counter, and, grabbing up pair OF
. shoes, made a hasty exit just as the
y clerk advanced.
Jim took out his watch and confirm.
ed the time of the wall clock He hao
been there thirty minutes. He called
to the clerk.
viii you please see If my shoes are
, ready? / am anxious to get away"
The gum-chewing clerk glanced over
the repaired work on hand and puzzl
ed, walked over to the cobbler and
Inspected the work yet to be perform
Cant seem to find your shoes,
was the laCOnic information 0nO