The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-05-31
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luck If only we could have hit it
sgoff - 4
you hurry she reminded
him you can catch the night
train for San Francisco, you can
Just about make it.
II yTeII3 -, . He glanced uneasi-
#ly atsher, and again was conscious
#of the heat in his cheeks. so it
comes to this at last Ell?
goodby,
oodby, she repeated, ami
ably casual.
daresay p He gave a
{ ab.cus chuclcie. "Daresay it's
stupid but, well, the usual thing,
you know
usual thing?. she parroted,
vii II family knitted brows.
ss5S. no kiss. goodby."
10y outll miss your train
sEi II 81 developed moment OF des-
perate1y sincere emotion: Fan!
"a perfect brick. feel like dog,
saleaving you like this"
Oh -. she said as one INDUCES
a. persistent child If you really
want to- kiss me. Harry, go.
ahead III
Nevertheless she. turned her
mouth aside, his lips brushed only
her powdered cheek. Then she
Ssteed! back to her mirror and
ss:w,,ti tn a5spuff made good the i'm
Aperceptib1e damage done by the
scaress. The glass showed Lon
gtaine's shadow. Sinking out. She
iiYing-room, the slam of the
screen door. And her hand fumb-
lied the powder-puff dropped un-
needed, mist drifted across her
sTisi on ~ she gasped breathless
Damn! Tears meant wrecked
makeup ~
Though there was need enough
sfor@ haste il he were to carry out
the plan she made for him, Lon
tame dragged slowly down the
walk, with a hang-dog air, the
hands in his pockets lingering the
#price COT the last sorry shreds of
his seIf-respect Itr the darkness
gthe flesh Of his face still burned
with fire of shame.
Beside the car. he halted and
rested with hand on the door
Sforaso long a time that the chauf-
5feur grew imquisitive,
s5ssgs Where to, Mr.. Lontaine?"
by God. Lontaine blurt-
ed into the mans astonished face,
and whir1ing about, strobe hastily
ISback&to the bungalow.
AsShe drew near he could hear
aFannS's voice. She was at the tele-
phone in the living-room, calling
mum Der he didn't catch; Summer
lad s no doubt.
Hello Is it you, dear? Fanny :.
First chance I've had ;. Poor
Sdar1ingt Eve been aching to see
you all day and tell you how
asympathized ~. Yes: any time
you please, sas soon as you like
No: he won't mind, he
mean, Il IN all alone. Besides, we
had a little talk tonight, came to
ran understanding. He won't be
sin&our#way after this ever again,
Barry dear.
Something amused her, peals of
musical laughter haunted Lontaine
down the walk. Union Pacific
Station.'' he cried, throwing him
self into the car. Drive like hell"
That sunset whose reluctant
waning Lontaine was presently to
watch from the bungalow We
sranda was still a glory in the sky
when Lucinda motored to Beverly
Hills.
ssss It seemed a churlish chance in
for her exclusively at the hands
sofHa semi-intel1igible Jap, who ut
tered assorted fragments of Eng
3Iish StoTthe general sense that Mis-
ter was having his foot treated at
Sthe moment but would soon be
s8 She put off her wrap. made her
self at home, and sought but
somehow. failed to distiil a COM
pensating thrill from the reflec-
Stfon that she would erelong be
called upon to make herself at
home here for good and all. Ere
Song, m eaning, of course. after
Reno U. And why not? The house
was excellently planned, amply
sbig for two; no reason why Lynn
need move unless he really want
ed Ito
Curiosity concerning Lynns
tastes when he did find time to
read, moved Lucinda to con the
struggling squad of titles. Novels
lied in number, in general such
trash as furnishes the cinema with
most OF its plot material. In adj
gMaupassant. another of o. Henry
wells The Outline of History"
sfuncnt) the. Collected Verse of
Rndyard FIip1ing, six copies of the
same. edition OF Who's Who on
the Screen. Laurence Hopes In
dian LoyesLyrics in an, exception
ally beautiful binding
yithSa chuckle Lucinda took
possession of this last: Lynn
would have Laurence Hope! -. :.
lpid IDENTIFY gift copy. When she
opened the book at its fly-leat. a
slip OF printed paper tluttered
out. without pausing to read the
inscript ton, Lucinda retrieved the
Clipping: a half-tone from one of
sthe motiop-picture monthlfes, q
view Of the bungalow grounds,
with the Ehouse in the distance,
and ins the foreground Lynn and
q young woman arm-in-arm,
Laughing at the$camera
The evening had grown quite
dark when crisp rattle of the
of Eos ftad r ,neinHa into