The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1921-09-21


ytile village hoard It came contin.
stally from that office and at last
\ she learned the identity of the
nan.
Unlike the modern girl. Violet
gas shy about men. She had never
been thrown with them and she
had never cared even slightly for
giSf Of the boys whom she had met
RI business or at school Now she
dreamed of this man with the Won
derfullN rich. gentle voice. bat she
afed not try to see him.
sOh, vi" cried her chum one
lay, bouncing into the exchange OF.
ice and coming close to where
Violet sat at the switchboard, II
have seen your-Yoice!
Violet blushed: REALLY, Grace?
What
He's widower, middle aged.
rot bad to look at. had TO so for
nv dog license and ] got into his
etfice by mistake. He was very
! lind but-weIl, I'm not crazy about
bin. His name is Valentine. too"
ayes. I know his name, George
aIentIne. He comes Of Quaker
1fN9Sts ana Is NBES "SIL 'I"ubHt va
a1tte village" said Violet.
Grace laughed. "oh, no, so you
Nave been looking him up?"
Just casually" Violet admitted.
wish-I wish he wouldn't use
ne phone when am on, His
voice upsets me for the whole day
I'll wonder IL love always does
that?s
Grace slipped the instrument
over her carefully arranged hair.
Oh sure It does; specially IN April,
violet sighed, ITS just like me
10 fall in love so f0olishly. Ny
Inother calls me asthetic because
an 50 much affected by tones,
scolors, voices.
s:Nutty. I'd cay" laughed Grace.
Number. nlease?"
. Violet went OF duty thar day
ordering why 1t had been her fate
10 fall In love with widowNr old
enoVGh to be her father and one
whom she had4.neFer seen. And
set in Lore she knew she was.
The Following Sunday she de
'rfded TO get out into the woods to
l9ok for spring flowers. Another
fgn Of being in love" her chum
I'D told her.
She walked along the highway
until she came to a hillside where
he knew there would he an abund.
nee Of spring blossoms. she did
ut wander far from the edge Of
stite woods for che md told her
mother not 70 worry,
why Is. it that I love the flowers
30 much Emora this spring." she
Sked herself as she gathered
sprays OF arbutus and here and
there and anemone They arc So
wonderfully sweet" She buried her
nose IN the dewy depths OF the
pink blossoms,
Suddenly she looked up. She had
heard a voice-thc voice.
"A little car had stopped at the
j Sgoods' edge and young man ha0
Jumped out, YEP, Dad; It's flat
Violet observed that tho owner
81 the voice was yOung-too young
tosbe a widower. She wondered if
Grace could have been deliberately
1laylng with her But no, she re
faembered. the commissioner OF
finance whose voice she knew she
9as in love with was q widower
and middle-aged But this lad had
the same voice
z Violet stood still in the woods.
Ehe trees partly bid her from the
street.
wait, I'll give you hand" said
u man in the same voice.
Violet moved 80 as to see the
+ two men who we're in tho little
roadster. "a middle-aged man had
al!ghted and was taking of his
coat preparatory to removing the
flat tire.
1.-TWO Of them" said Violet to
ltherself, She heard the men talk.
ing and she knew that the son
shad inherited the rich. mellow
4 tones OF his father. She stirred and
ihetwo working on the tire looked
The young fellow stared almost
slThen, in low tone, he said some
i thinR to his father.
AZ Violet came toward them to
ach the highway again, her hands
mn OF flowers, the young man
afsed his cap and came toward
fer.
Aren't you Violet Sherwood who
dsed to be In my class In the Glen
Ridge school?" he asked.
Vilet btushed pinker than the
Iowers she held "Why-yes,
Won't to Glen Ridge school butt
don,t remember you. I'm sorry"
Y The young man laughed, 81 can't
sfaIIi}you why.I remember you, eth
sTI-bIlt Ibid. My mother died an0
Il inv sent me of to boarding school
nj this Is my first visit back home.
fesd-oh, beg pardon-my father.
M. Valentine, Miss Sherwood-my
I ;5lad doesn't like to be bothered With
nae about the place"
The elder man put hand across
"a sons shoulders Miss Sher'
nod does not believe that, I'm
Violet thrilled at the voice she
s|,a6 been cherishing as her ros
noe. i'No-I don't, quite. Mr..
;5sIentine,' she heard herself say.
stnpitily. TEL think Il know
IA oyer the telephone, do ! not?"