The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-12-12
THE DlAdLY
SHO n STORY
The Queer Little Feeling
lLlLY wANpEL.

aIalAls aRlsy locked spseals.
lively ~ Dick and shpek her head,
The eyes that Looked at him from
under the tspapgle fringe Of her Bis
black hat, set At an exaggeTsted an.
aln on her tightly ctrted hpbbed
hair we're tired, Little lines were
begin1iaE 70 SheW at the edges,
Dick ola boy, you're q bum
Altqt; mere gut o. work than IN,
ypnsH admit, and Maisie Rawley
isn't going 70 get married to so on
the road believe mel Pm tired OF
this She locked at the cheap fur.
nishings Of the shabby boarding
house parlor. eI'm dog:gpaa tired
IF etiean places, cheap clothes,
cheap restaurants and cheap
s1owsI And I'm not going to get
married. @ continue that ilne.T
Jaw Maisie. we may have some
ipclt I'm trying to get on that vau.
degille circuit. Now, couldn't we
ae,ans act together and"
Nis When / marry, my hub.
band is going to support me, I'm
Hredaef this ilfe.H
s,,ss ] E!ga! MalFls. mi got an act
eohi ant il ont, Dick, and come
eoWnS tof earthl You've never been
ahie % get on . circqit-heep try.
Ing for the last fifteen years, too:
She began to powder an already
sgiliteped nose, sending little clouds
81 dust over her cheap satin skirt.
Maisie.e there was tenderness
mixed with humor in Dick Burns
voice, eainlt we In the same boat,
pld GIRL You're tired Of five and
tent cosmetics and I'm sick Of trim.
ming my seltfs and pasting adhesive
Tilaster on the shiny seams OF this
checked suit. Maisie, let's break
wayls he looked Of her breath.
Atatsle calmly slipped the powder
pad N the Y Of her dress and shoe {
heI skirt s4lek," she answered
ssatly, HFhat would be plain sui.
'tEeatrs forty and I'm almost thIr.
" fou can't teach an old dog new
tricks. You'll go on this way.
ptek, working now and then, Dor.
rowing q little, starving little. T.
would Pegthe same with me, Dick, II
Joined forces with Fou, NV dane.
ing isnt nauet, and In few years
~ pc faded living as ! do. Nour.
lsameht ana eare preserve Q won,
ans beauty, not hash and cheap
MOTEL cons, three ia a bed, catch.
lngs early trains In dFizzling rains.
Illsbe frank, Dick, I,want to marry
Wen; ! want a little comfort and
good food and think l see a chanca
Of getting it"
Dick got slowly to bis feet. ri
lont blame yep.p He made an Q:
soft 70 speak joyially. Here's good
luek to you. l wish you the best !"
When he had gone Maisie's throat
telt queer and she hastily dabbed n.
hsrs eyes with pink cotton hand.
sefchtef to save her complexion
rom the tears that were about to
Miss Rawley:" Mrs. Snyder pu.
Satitfrowsy head. Mail carrier has
registered letter for you"
few hours later Mafsie sat IN
me train a bullying old suitcase al
tneI! feet, . trembling, wondering
mile on her earmiped lips. II
mink I'd better pinch myself to
make sure-after all 1t might be a
9ream. Gee, what a blessing I
didn't accept Dick Burnsl Imagine
being engaged 20 him, that poor
1amboneln She snIekered a iittle
. herself in sheer JOY. "Now /
sonlt even have to marry any ono
don't want to; maybe / viii.
though, some day. I'll marry for
love. I'll meet some man at a coun.
ny club. One of the first things
tslis do will be to Join smart coun
~ club; I'll buy a sporty roadster
andS1u have a saddle horse"
Maise fairly Rugged herself.
And that Uncle Timothy Rawley--
eotirses ] knew he was as rich as
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