The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-06-16
TIE DAILY
Little Thing Like
Clothes
~ JEssiE poUaLAs

LILLE
Clothes
syJEssiE DOUGLAS
said Tom Winship.
knocking the ash from his cigar
stte,@st the primmest grin TINS
They both looked after the re;
treating figure of Daisyz5Miller
dresEed$so neatlyin her blue serge
that concealed her ankles WITH a
black nat mat was meant to.
scoYer.5not adorn, the ed-browns
hair tucked out of sight.
asIfSyou give me a month j could5
have that girl so dead in love with
a that any one could see 1t! Ar
thurSBaIdwin offered.
sYou've&lost already, II
put ten on It, Art.
Daisy MilIer's heart beat very
fast as She washed the dinner
$dishes . She had really not seen
anything OF Arthur Baldwin since
they were in high school together;
5sheshad thought less Of him, n
vet Tonight he had t~elephoned to
asIl8if he could come to e her.
She heard the complaining voice
her father as he hunted for the
ayenfng paper and hurrying into
fheSother8room she cried. Sill find
itforyou, dad!
s&k8Daisy#8settled the old man in
yFtheSchairss by the fire, slipped to
herSkneesstoJput on his house, slip
uers retrieved his lost glasses n
retreated again ito her waiting
dishes.
sI5sdon't e why he should want
to&see me-, she thought. Il can't
sunderstand-. and yet her heart
sIuttered#strangely and she felt 4
@iiew#glowsEin the dizziness OF her
I days and new romance
spring out of monotony.
sher w room she surveyed
harHwardrobe critically. The gray
Schal1ie was past redemption n
her#best%waist needed a patch un-
derNtheSarm; the only thing lett
was#what she had on, h blue
serge dress thathad never been
anything but useful
She9turned away from III vision
Herself in the mirror.
SssYou're hopeless! There's no use
gOfScouTse he's come to e you Ga
business
again she felt that strange
snew@$eIcitement when the bell
wheezedHand she opened the door
to@Arthur Baldwin. He stood a
moment in the hall under the tiny
blue flame of gas, retaining her
hand.
I'M glad to see you, Daisy!
ne said scrutiniaing her white
Iace.@
There was AN awkward silence
SfnrSa&m,c1I1en after he had seated
@hfmself in the comfortable living
room the big chair across from
8Mr.Miller
"tHow,'re you getting IN with
syourlawsa,, old Mr.. Miller Sasped.
ARTHUR Baldwin found himself
I'm theEc1utches of that inveterate
oId8talker. and he listened to
drowsys "reminiscences of the '4O,s,
archaeological in his chair.
A8NVhen 3atalast he said good night
Ii esadmittedS it was n OF the dull
Sest eyenings he had ever spent
and quiteSunsuccessful EXCEPTION
his&last remark to Daisy.
- You certainly have wonderful
hair Daisy. he said as he took
harsEhand under the whimpering
gas famesin the hall;
He smirked to himself as he
saremembered the slow, almost
painful flush that touched her
cheeks.
But when she was all alone,
sshe stood for moment IN the
hall, with her hands pressed to
her hot cheeks. She a hef
fatherS1umbering up the stairs to
his@room and she followed noise
#1essly and swiftly.
VVhen she had lighted h can
dies on either side of her dressing
tablegshe&peered in at the won
$derfulShair She unwound the
great red-brown twist and began
70 arrange it with delicate care
With waves over her fore
head it seemed to transform her
s-almost-or she fancied so in
Mfthesuncertain light of her candles,
old enough to know bet
Daisy thought next morning
hs%she%scanned the p~aper;~but a
nnewsSs infection in the air had
s1aughtsher and h explained to
her father briefly that she was
gofngSto the city.
s}aIt5must have been the hair that
dsaSSit,bu Daisy was unable to
resistgaha that looked altogether
auuring in onesof the smartest
skopsSson Fifth avenue.
But#the hat made her suit look
even older than ever; and Daisy
sIp,Iunged. She gasped when h
reawssherse1f in the new suit with