The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-10-24


she said. Il suppose that's because
It's growing. AS II grows bigger 1t
seems to get ASHAMED Of itself, SO It
makes this cloud and hides In 1t.
Papa says 1t used to be q bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of 1t differently-he always has q
gentle look, q particular tone of voice,
I've noticed. He must have been very
fond of 1t. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was just
one long midsummer serenade. He
declares 1t was always sunshiny. that
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that. as he remembers It, there
always seemed to be gold dust In the
air. / doubt It'll I think 1t doesn't
seem to be duller air to him now
just on account Of having little SCOT
In It sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here Is Just his being young that
he remembers. I think 1t was just
youth. 1t is pretty pleasant to be
young. isn't it?'
you're a funny GIRL" George said
gently. "But your voice sounds pretty
nice when you think and talk along to-
gether like thatl'
The horse shook himself all over,
and the impatient sleighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
frightened the reins, and the cutter was
off again at a three-minute trot, no
despicable rate of speed. 1t was not
long before they were again passing
Lucy's Beautiful House, and here
George thought fit to put an appendix
to his remark. you're funny girl,
and you know a lot--but I don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
tureI"
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was strange silhou-
cite. 1t approached moderately and
without visible means Of progression,
so the matter seemed from distance;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
lance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. Morgan's horseless carriage, con-
veying four people atop: Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him, and.
in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George ANDERSON. All
four seemed to be in the liveliest hui
NOR, like high-spirited people upon a
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
For the Lords sakel" George
gasped.
'Your mothers q DEAR" said Lucy.
'And she does wear the most bewitch-
ing things! She looked like Russian
princess, though doubt If they're that
George said nothing; he drove on
till they had crossed Anderson addl-
ton and reached the stone pillars at
the head of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said.
1T certainly is the weirdest, era
He left the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again in sight Of
the old sewing machine. George shout
ed mockingly.
Alas three figures stood in the road,
and pair of legs with the toes turned
up indicated that fourth figure lay
upon its back in the snow, beneath a
horseless carriage that had decided to
need a horse.
George became vociferous with
laughter, and coming up to his trot-
ter's best gait, snow spraying from
runners and every hoof, swerved to
the side of the road and shot by shout
ing, "Git hossl Git boss! Git a
boss! ="
Three hundred yards away he turned
and came back, racing; leaning out
as he passed. to wave jeeringly at the
group about the disabled machine:
"Git hossl Git boss! Git a"
The trotter had broken into a gallop,
and Lucy cried warning: BE care
full" she said. 'Took where you're
driving! There's ditch on that side.
Look"
George turned too late; the cutters
right runner went into the ditch and
snapped off; the little sleigh upset,
and. after dragging its occupants some
fifteen yards, left them lying together
in a bank Of snow. Then the vigorous
young horse kicked himself free of
nll annoyanccs and disappeared down
the road, galloping cheerfully.