The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1921-06-18
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sy JESSIE DOUGLAS.
Al HARk TRAVIS thrust hii
M hands deep into his pockets
~ and began to pace his room
4 re had plenty Of room TO walk, ioT
aestd the cot and the desk In the
nef only Q chair impeded hlH
sress, 1t was an empty room
an empty life, he decided wry'
Lonely! 1treeks Of loneliness!"
mad TO the listening walls.
Ils he turned he saw a square Of
bapar lying on his floor. An en-
Iiyelope A letter. He wicked 1t up
and examined It. II was written In
q Fortnight feminine hand in black
ink on gray paper. He ripped 4
open jaggedly.
ny dear Mr.. Travis:
aMy' cousin, Jimmy Cosgrove,
has written me that you have
come to stay in the city.
should be glad II you would
come up 70 see me: have tea
sons afternoon, perhaps some
Sunday atb7 Then we can talk
byere Jimmy and Chicago, where
lived asa child. Sincerely,
BosAMoND SCHUYLER"
Marx Travis read it through
twice before he laid 1t down. He
liked the Topped black writing and
the address engraved in blue on the
gray paper.
Good old Jim hasn't forgotten
mo- he muttered. "Rosamond
scAuyler- charming nsnc---"
i 30 pictured the girl with deep
lblne eyes and that some earnest
lcok that Jim had.
How Jolly 1t would be to know
some onefin New York! To go per.
hAps 70 the little Italian restaurant
down on Eleventh street that he
had discovered and eat macaroni
while the blue smoke curled thick,
" about them and the clatter OF
plates and voices served as a back
ground 20 their talk"
Life had rather lost its SAVIOR
these last three weeks alone here,
Places enough to go. and things
enough 10 see, but always alone.
No one to laugh with him, nor to
make him forget that he was a
stronger In a strange city. He had
come almost TO hate New York
10 call It cold-hard-mercenary-
= s'Ii1l 70 and see this Rosamond
Schuyler, he said. What pref.
- name that-RosRnond-sheil be
ehkrmingS
he threw his shoulders back next
Afternoon IS he walked UP Fifth
avenue In q blaze OF sunshine. His
tweed suit was pretty well worn
but he'd had shoe shine, and he
CARRIED his fair head with an all
and swung along, feeling for the
first time that he was a part Of the
life Of the city, instead of being
lust the newest man in Gresham
& Minors
But when he turned east at Fifty.
third street and found that the
house was an imposing brownstone
one, with dignitied curtains oil
cream that shut OF the windows
and an air of admitting only the
bit society, he hesitated.
That was the number all right,
but would he go? Perhaps she
wouldn't be his kind at all.
But he. found himself climbing
the steps and ringing the bell as
though he were dummy. Once
he had said miss Schuyler" to the
slony.faced Individual who must be
her butler, he knew he was In for
i,
As he crossed the thick rug and
came into the dim, beautiful draw.
ing room he rued the day he had
come. BE was aware OF rugs that
his feet melted into and cleaning
furniture and color and flowers
He sank down into a great arm
chair, trying to feel at ease and
curstn5 his stupidity.
Then he saw that there was some
one else In the room. A girl sill
houetted at the window was play
ing with the tassel of the curtain
her slim figure In black was deli
eately outlined. She turned and
saw him, and came slowly toward
!, him.
Mark Travis forgot the beautiful
room and the luxury and wealth
for he saw that she was sweet look
Ing and her lashes were wet with
tears
I'm Mark Travis he said, ris
ing and taking the hand she held
out 10 him.
s'oii, yes, her voice fluttered
and he saw she was rather shy and
frightened Of him. I'll heard
about YOU"
He heard his own voice talking
and then the girls. She had gray
eyes instead Of blue and her brows
were dark and had a charming
way OF lifting. She smiled once
and he saw a dimple peep out near
her mouth. Then no forgot every
thing but the desire to take away
that unhappy look about her eyes
s'You've Just come to New York
haven't you?" she asked, land will
YOU have ono lump or two?" she
handled the silver teapot so skin.
fnlly and passed him a whits cup
!, delIcately fragile,
Have you becn lonely7- she
questioned, Fits so hard at first
And Mark Travis found himself
telling her about his work with the
old lawyers and how desolate he
had felt, while she pushed the
heavy carved box OF cigarettes TO-
sard him and begged, Wont you
smoke; | Ike the smell So