The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-08-31
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Where One Dreams Ends.
BY a. w. TEACH

Robert Winston laid his brushes
and palette aside and listened. Tne
old studio building had once been
soundproof. but time had worked
q mysterfouS change-at least pc
tween Winston's studio and hers:
She was making her piano SPEAK
OF haunted things. even through
the old walls. The music was
softened, but it came to him WIN
something of the charm OF music
that drifts across moonht watels.
Finally, he shook himself rom rom
the spell, drew out a small elec,
trio heater, and swiftly prepared
an attractive lunch.s Then ne
calmly marched upstairs and
knocked on her studio door, He
was a bit afraid OF her, for sne
had seemed to him very haugntS
little person, but any girl VINO
had played right through the AT,
ernoon into the evening meriteo
some Interruption, il only long
The music ceased. the door
opened, and a small oval race, ~ ~
which unusually dark eyes were
set, looked out with cold queFs.
fst. presents the mpllments 70
Avis Ronald, depressionist, ana
invites her to repast with MN
for the day is far done and me
darkness--''< he began.
she looked SO weary, and bit
I troubled with some inner doubt
that made her hesitant, that ne
did what he hardly had thought
sshe possessed the courage to 90
Ahe serenly reached out and TOOK
her hand. .
ss1ong enough. Look upon my gray
hairs and be obedient,' he an
5nounced. -,
SO She glanced quickly at bis
temples, where faint streaks OF
gray were beginning to show, and
smiled. 1T will go, but, please
promise you won't be as nice 70
me as you usually are!
ssssS8354 He looked at her with astonish-
ment; her voice was half serious,
malt whimsical. you shall COM
mand met" he answered with
finality.
She sank into the big loung ing
chair in his studio with faint
sigh of relief, and he drew up the
E1ittle table on which he spread the
lunch.
souetgHr w fS 14igt1
though she made some effort to
IS Itch his cheerfu1ness; and with
his knowledge of the ways or hu'
man hearts, he knew she had come
to one Of those dark days when
the game does not seem WORTH
the candle.
when the lunch was out of the
way he leaned forward. Now
look, !. Avis. there is something
very much wrong. You see, read
human heartS----
.S@ss The look in Z. her dark eyes as
they rested upon him was per
picking. wonder, was all she
- s.Yours can read Something
rs. -oinc wrong Now we arr
sue:Shbors and friends. Cant !
.s,ssl9l ~ o us2l5sss / @
sssssf She shook her head. oh. II is
"a thing. am just a-wonder1ne
swhe eSbut you wouldn't un
He saw i was useless to try t
draw her out. think could
and you know you can count upor
S1me * I can be of use!
VERY kind of you. and I THANH
you, SIR" she replied in the same
spuzzling tone
They chatted of this and that
s5s.tl,e nothings that make up lie
and then she rose from thu
ch air. She held out her hand
2Se.You have been very good to MI
spite of the noise I maxi
over your head-and I am CRATE
4 fuISto you"
3 8sl55f He was downright puzzled. Hi
& FIRST impulse was to wrap hi
81 arms about her, draw her darl
head close to him. make her tel
what was on her mind. He sud
denly realized how she had stolel
into his heart. what she meant t
! him: but her dark aloofnes
checked him, and the good-nfgh