The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1921-06-24
| THE d ALLY
|sHIOR HISTORY
The Swami and the Judge
~ MARTHA MecULLocH.WlL.
LiAMs,

AlssoWdIIll anu LIE JuQSe
~ MARTHA MecULLocH.WIL.
LlAMs.
copyright, 1891, BY the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.)
1stS MATTER Pope Tony quot
cd gleetully as his father
~ laid down letter with q
suppressed imprecatlon. Bank
rnptey or breach Of promise-eh
Nothing so simple" Pop, other,
wtse Hon. Arson Trimble, growled
crushed the sheet he held: "The
mater writes she Is bringing home
Tithther one of those Swami things
blaeker5 no doubt, than the ace oil
spades-and Is sure I'll be delight.
ed 10 have him stay d month. 4"
Good Lordi' with a whIstled OBJ,
bligatol Surely not here! Has she
clear forgot her raising?"
Looks like it-but there's a LOT
nore-she says all the fashionables
"a town are dafty about the fellow
and that to carry him OF this
way puts her quite at the top OF
the head. He's going TO lecture
talk sublimated damn.loollshness
and do mystic stunts"
Eurekal Then we're safer than
safe. See him now in a purple tur.
ban, and green swaddlings, gazing
into crystals and thlngs-at SO much
q gaze-and telling the world things
y has known since Adam was a
yeaSling-but wont recognize In his
lingo Tony interrupted: BE sure
the women all will fall for him
hard. Freakish to the freaks, you
know. Our game to sit tight,
pad, look itnpressed-solemn az
bliied owlsLahd have our laughs
Here's BETTER Dad interrupted !:
~ going to be a shining convert
plan giving my life, also my mon.
eyi 70 the great cause. That will
fetch the mater TO her senses-you
know she's keen on having things
Tor herself and baby. Wouldn't bat
am eye II said her soul was in
peril-but dinner rings, and tiuras
and things--and comIng.out par.
~ TO knock Hillwood silly-a hint
otslosing them will make her sit up
and taxa notice"
Let me salute-a diplomat vast.
ed Tony said. rising to make an
exaggerated reverence. "Sir!" with
oratorieal inflextion Had you
been In Paris make no doubt you
could have fobbed on our dear al.
lies with Greenland's Icy noun.
tains-and tucked Mesopotamia oil
fields into Uncle Sans vest peck.
et.a,
'Well,,I have to live down to my
soui Dad said modestly. Then the
kwos went gayly about their several
afatrs. The letter, coming In the
last mail, had waited over dinner.
Luckily It was a fine dinner-the
Thought OF mamma and the impeud.
Ing Swami on the morning train
might have lessened relish for 1t.
On the steps Mr.. Trimble said:
You'll tell Florry, Of course; but
mind she don't pass It on to her
Rather. Then tho fat would surely
eesin he fire"
Mrs. Trimble's protege failed ut.
terly TO run to Swami form. His
Complexion OF the palest olive was
set of by London garments OF the
! best, mighty will chosen as to lines
and color. The sole oriental touch
was a queer, heavy bracelet locked
about the left wrist and visible but
rarely. His voice was clear, OF sin.
gular range, and for the most part
pleasant, but with now and their a
grating note. Possibly that was
what moved Tony to say to Miss
Flora Campbell: II want to wiring
his neck for all he looks so like u
whitegman.' In response Flora gig.
Eled softly-perhaps over memo.
ries OF ardent Swami glnnces en-.
countered only that afternoon Hill.
wood feminity ~had surely fallen
for him-hard. His conferences in
the big Trimble parlors were veri.
table crushes. Thus the town knew
that, though Tony guycd Swami.
ism and all its works. his father.
sting remote, listened apparently
spellbound. Yet 1t was something
ola shock to have him bring Baby,
sole daughter OF the house, home
from school over the week end. OK.
piaining that he was conscience
bound not to let her miss this
chance OF coming to the truth and
the light. Mrs. Trimble ragged, but
vainly. She was an adept in the
patter Of the cult, but when het
husband began speaking 1.-THE
Gerry deepest purple varlety-she re.
yerted violently to the speech OF
sanity. She was answered only
Withsa rapt. far.off gaze. Evident.
" her husband had gone Into the
Silence" marking the true mystic
convert. She wanted to shake him,
10 stick pins in him even. But
when, after bit he reused, saying
passionately:
+All must be laid on the altar
our fortune, our children, our.
Selves she smothered a shrek,
cried hard for three minutes, then
rushed to call, privily, not a doctor,
but her father, a famous. retired
judge.
aeome! At ouce!" was all she
said but her tone spoke volumes.
Hence the judge came next day,
the.yery moral and pattern OF bland
nneonsciousness. Tony met him at
the train, on the surface quite the
same. But as they stepped from
the car he said, with twinkle: "If
YOU could land an ambassadorshin
under the new administration, |
think the mater would go joyous.
lyEto head the household-and give
her family a change OF air."
She did not fall upon her faith.