The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-11-02

rhe dArning was a refuge from
he french horn blatting on the
;op floor studio tho girls singing
'Dearie" off key r the court
md the scratchy photograph a
Night below grinding out "Over
There" for the third time since
Iinner.
HAD as well have gone to that
Taly concert" Marcia went on
olaintIyely: "still, it's something
20 have nobody making clumsy
love 10 you. Joe, poor lamb, is a
dub at 1t, but l have to listen
& would be as cruel to hurt him
Is to strike a baby that smiled at
From which appears Miss Mar
fla Lane had a conscience, an awk-
ward possession for a born flirt.
Marcia loved the game as II II
we're even reasonably well played.
Joe Gregory would never, never,
learn to lay it. He was so appal-
tingIy honest, SO absolutely literal.
Marcia loved to think OF him as
omething betwixt q habit and a
Jenefactor-any other way he
reighed on her mind. He was as
Itcadfast and thoughtful in rend-
Srtng friendly seryices-Marcia
Rrithed under some OF them, but
could not bring herself to hurt
him by refusing them.
The evening raj SO Bultry she
ad left the outer door on h
After a mild rap some n
Through the crack OF 1t May
home IN for five minutes? No
GThy-I don know" Marcia
ed, approaching the door.
Shs Saw a human segment, tall,
weil-clothed, clean, part OF a chin
and cheek, excellently modelled
and three quarters OF an eye, full
set underneath q dark line Of eye
brow, He stood hat in hand, the
hand slightly before him. She did
aot know him-but he was, some
now, not quite strange. please
may / come int" he repeated
aushedly, yet with something OF
train.
When Marcia ra3olted the door
aa came through 1t and melted
INTO the duskiest Of the corners
saying still hushedly: Keep time
IN me-and please remember It
WE'LL"
S.Sroke out, in his own guarded
Which oil us is muduess'
Tor asking to come IN, l for
Uniting it," !,
Dor he face-honors are easy"
answered, his eyes fast on the
watch open in his hand: But lis
.en-I am your neighbor-you
ave heard me speak-in behalf
ii a poor dog"
1 remember!" Marcia broke in
saReriy; Il know your name
Forget it-please!" he admon-
shed. ':Eorget also my asking as
glum with you-unless you would
axe to remember that by granting
I, you parhaps have saved my lie
viii I ever know how?" Mar
ia asked In almost u whisper. He
ZIanced at her. 1T depends" he
snsWered. She stared into the
san court wher still alleged music
lined and blatted. She was glad
n noW-tts discords masked
sir low talk perfectly. Two MIN
les more had passed. A sense Oh
fbsB moaUn maue her turh-to
Men Gamer creeping toward heI
bent he was invisible 10 other
w. .,You are not atruld. l
mould not come here II you were
sowardly," he said calmly crouch
Ntng low Ut her feet: Il nope 1t is
! long lie you r saving win
ms inehTot time you give me.
HoygeVer that may De, it is hence
lUrIh at your service"
He dtd not touch ev \ her gar
ment's hem, bug she knew he was
1uiyaTtnR all through. Presently
ne WHISPERED: You have u right
Is know my peril Is OF my own
makinR-one that manhood for
.z6ids nae to protect myself from"
ga woman scornedT" Marcia
t5sked under her breath. He nod
3Ad, "ahe waits to kill me inside
nv. .oor-she has q key. baked
her plan to run away with me.
outside her husband"-a gulp
over the words-wnits tor-Dotn
81 us-or either" :.
LET meS help you to escape"
Marcia said dragging from a clio
ret Joe's khaki dustcoat and deep
" yisored driving cap. Put them
on-and go-I will snap out the
nan light" she said breathlessly.
rs he obeyed she put her face up
70 his In the darkness saying
dearly: "Good bye, Joe. IN sure
b be ready tomorrow when you
some."
She had caught a light step, the
me.est rustic OF garments, as she
passed into the hall. The lights
here again full, showed her a
yelled and hooded figure rushing
Impetuously downward. 1t push
ID rudely past the stranger with
nut q glance at him and was quick
swallowed In lower hnlf-lit
tIepthH. Then came q smothered
cream, drowned in the loud bur-
ing of q powerful car. Marcia re-
Iced that hers was not street
windows; what ever happened she
,6uld not see it; shuddering she
ank upon a window seat and hid
Ter face in her hands. Body and
youl she was shaken to the depths.
Now for a year she had built
up an ideal about the man she had
Iayed. Gordon Ammerly, lawyer
a~tarateur, society ornament, mod
IstIy rich, but ambitious rs Luci-
Ter. The, typo she could love
LB'te p4rmittin. -oW she hung