The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-07-15

sEIORzIssFI|Q CRY
FOR AR IT'S SAKE
BY cLARIssa sIAGKIE5

sRpeaa sttttng IN neF DIG cnair On
he frant poTeh Of the white cot
.Hgs Llaa q NewbIay pushed ,bs n open
a saIas a aRa sst a ae sns on the
steps. AS re laid his hat down.
Miss Constance noticed that his:
,ssgood-looking young face was
anxtous.
s Hoy SIS everything at the
hank, Linn ~ she asked him.
away at another gay
sRweater for her pretty niece.
5ssssJ can.
600 F1ner- am in line for promo
ion seep+tAdr.Dayi is leaving the
3Hrst Of the 4lpnth.1 The momen-
sstary enthusi asm died out OF his
gsfaef and he Tedd ened. Have
sEoal heard-7.-from-ef-:J1ean ate-
ifss Constance"
East q IglIth ere is the letter
1t Il you like my dear
ssasbuIkg envelope. She knitted
3 bHsily as he read and re-read the,
gpages. AtIlast he gave them back
10 her,s ..Fh ank you,' he muir -
g}l
sssSas'.s Razzanti has told her she has
S9I1e soul OF an artist-and she is
s4h the seventh heaven Of delight
ssss Wish he had told her that she
Shad the SOU of housewife
it all, Miss Rood.
ss9Nf1sH not atjto talk to any one to-
ssnight !..,s3
Ny poor boy sympathized
saIiss Constance; II really believe,
linn, that understand Jean
smother and father to her since
Sh err childhood? This painting no.
ssstion will soon wear away and she
ssjsswiIl come home disillusioned and
;ssettle down. Meantime she is
happy. Can you wait little
ss1onger
III s try to, Miss Constance
Nsyou' re such q good sport yourself
p 81 know You miss her-see you
SSlater---------=---- y N He jammed on his hat
sand rushed out of the gate. AS
She tramped down the road his
Rdoggedly planted feet seemed to
pound out unanswerable cues
& tons. If Jean is really happy,
why does she5write so wistfully of
& the garden and the home folks in
sE1mdale? II she is q genius,
why is she mot absorbed in her
4 painting? It Razzanti, the paint
ing master, really told her she
would succeed, why had she crted?
fSshe didn't care for the work
why not come home and marry
him? Certainly those were tear
Fl bHsters on the thick, creamy
3 pages of her letter!
THE newt holiday I'll go down
aud find OUT he muttered ar last
what really happened was this:
given Jean her sixth. lesson. His
greedy eye had noted tn e lean
leather wallet as it went back into
her. handbag after she shad paid
!. him. She tried to arrange terms
with him--perhaps he would wal.
s. for payment of the next lesson
2fpntil she had sold a small still
gfAfe study Of flowers and a basket
Z4bf svega tables.
ar He paced the dusty studio
with increasing wrath that one
so unworthy should take up his
valuable time. ..That-a daub?
Looks like tomat can-bah!" He
8ehcok his fat fingers at her in
rage and Jean M1sh laer things
sclutched to her breast fastened to
s1eaRe the place AS she went down
sSstafrs to the hotEstreet, RaZzantl
SYfssput his head out Of his door and
hfssed one word after her.
J.
ia EImdale one did not spec
sfalize ms other than Latin. Greek
a sor# French. But her tongue tremb-
sstedsSfor+speech ..:S-s-spa gett she
missed back at him and mad the
last word.
back in her room at the, board
she washed her brushes
land cleaned up her painting boxes
M til tear-blind eyes. She was Civ
ing up long cherished plan-heT
lffs ambition. She had saved
the money little by little and Raj
zanti Isl sexorbitant charges had
absorbed her scanty capital. She
HAD learned little for he was but
huge aud and shads be- sought
throngh and advertisement she
md not go home to Eimdaie
money-and there was
Linn Mowbray to face How every
one you'd laugh at her for a fail
ure. That evening after a meagef,
she told her story to the kind
z hearted girl who sat at the desk:
.tThat,s "a shame. Miss Rood =
wish knew how to
55help you. You wouldn't want to
wait on5the tables, now! :,
Fzsss.Yes. i would and thank you,
9scried sdelighted Jean.
In q few days the girl discovered
& lat Jeans could make fluffy muf-
fins and cup cakes that would melt
sin=a hungry customers mouth, and
& so SJeanSwas promoted and the pat
Tonngez OF the tea-shop Increased
Soon she had charge
OF the cooking and gradually her
II pila savings increased.
one day, behind the dainty blue
screen, where Jean was concoctins
Ri eIicious salad, she heard the
sosjrd1 sQf vaguely familiar voices.
sThroa a peephole she saw two
Of III DISAPPOINTMENT matrons,
seated + att the stable next to her
n screen W. Those voices made her
4, hamssick.
SS5SssSc.iyaa 81 Iennie Mrs Grew was