Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1925-09-10
An Old-F ashioned
Girl
BY NELLIE R. EBERHART
q. 1928. western Newspaper Union)

pressed his shivering body close to her,
whimpering uneasily.
Suddenly, her heart turned over !;
straight ahead in the road her head
light illumined a tall, masculine figure.
Sylvia brought the car to a standstill
at the young mans feet.
sylvia And alone"
Jim I'm so relieved" Her voice
quavered, then strengthened
But what are you doing hereY
dad has a sudden attack and Doc
tor Taggart's phone was out of order.
I'm afraid" walled Sylvia, desperately.
"Fll drive you to Doctor Taggart's,"
he said, taking her place at the wheel.
The car sprang into pocket of fog.
Sylvia cuddled close. Dead silence
| followed
Finally, Sylvia:
you might say something. You
/ haven't seen me for three weeks"
"Three years would have been
wiser"
Sylvia, mischievously:
"How you must love mel"
jim, stifily
81 feel that 1 am proving my love
by self-deniaI."
NO matter how much that self-de-
NAL tortures me?'
+! Jim drove silently a few minutes.
Then, judicials:
! Il don't mean to be a brute. But
you are young and naturally affection
| ate; l am a perfectly ordinary chap.
If lie low, you'll soon love some one
else"
Thank you'll"
Il want you to- Pm proud. I'm
! poor and | don't intend to marry
rich girl"
"That's your side of it. What about
mine?
We'll what about yours? Didn't
| that Italian prince follow you around
all winter?"
81 doesn't take much insight to guess
what he wanted. Now, as man to
woman, how would you like the
prince as a steady diet? And why not
| keep my money in the country?"
Jim said nothing. Sylvia laughed
| olOp lHOae duiliudlCu, HODlO III
| tons, jim I'm old-family American
and I've never considered foreigner
| as a possible husband. Besides |
don't like Europe-Ive been there. 1t
happens that l have ideals, jim" She
paused, uncertain how to go on.
"And those ideals?" Jim's tone was
patient rather than curious.
l.. r
for the race. Those ideals have moth
ing to do with money or position,
/ though they do concern family and
| character"
Money and position are pleasant"
ooh, yes. They have uses as well
as dangers But my point is that
they are not essentials. Other things
are"
"Yes?"
ooh, your tonefs horrid. You don't
help me a bit!'
"You wish to imply that money and
position are less than love?'
Not exactly. I'm saying l never
would permit either love or money
to glamor an unsuitable man in my
eyes. Neither would l allow poverty
alone to keep me from my rightful
mate"
"What are you driving at?' For the
first time, Jim's voice evinced inter
est. Sylvia detoured:
Jim, I'm not nearly as popular as
you think Young men are not herd
ing on my trail. I'm too old-fashioned
There are no old-fashoned men left to
care for them. You're old style, your
self. You might take pity"
Jim grinned
Tell me more about those ideals"
Sylvia spoke straight:
Il want real man, Jim; young,
strong and American. | want children
and a home"
Jim's voice came to Sylvia a little
huskily:
$50 do l, sweetheart, SO do T. Then
it took on a humorous twang. but
1 want to lay gold and diamonds at
your feet"
"a truly masculine desire for the
large and magnificent. | have plenty,
thanks. No youth of twenty-five has
any business with gold and diamonds
You are splendidly equipped to earn
you'll be a success"
II didn't know there were any girls
like YOU" he gasped.
"Nonsense. You didn't hunt them
Just Withdrew TO suffer in lofty misery.
Call that prlde?"
jim drew up at the Doctors curb
The moon emerged radiantly from the
fog. In the augmented light, Sylvia
READ the expression on Jim's face
Dropping Tito to the floor, she went
gladly into her lovers arms.