The Powder River County examiner and the Broadus independent. [volume] (Broadus, Mont.) 1919-1935, 1919-11-14

C0APTGH VI.
49,
The appearance Of Miss Lucy Nor
gan the next day. as she sat In
Georges fast cutter. proved 90 charm
ing that her escort was stricken to
soft words instantly and failed to con-
troll q poetic impulse. 'You look
like" he said. "Your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on a
lump OF coal. mean IA snowflake
that would be a rose-leaf too!"
"Perhaps you'd better look at the
reins." she returned. I'VE almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
your cheeks for snowflake" he con-
tinued. "What's that fairy story about
snow-white and rose.red-"
'We're going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina.
fer!"
"well, you see. I'm only here for
two weeks"
II mean the sleigh!" she explained.
"We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh. they'll keep out Of the way"
That's very patrician charioteeer-
ing. but It seems to me a horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an hour"
That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
He can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. II suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to 60 that fastl''
They 60 that fast already, some
times"
YES" said George; "they do-for
about a hundred feet! Then they give
yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith in horseless car
riages. for she laughed and said moth.
ing. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowf1akes, and trembled to the
loud. continuous jingling of sleigh.
bells. Boys and girls. all aglow and
painting jets of vapor, darted at the
passing sleighs to ride on the runners,
or sought to rope their sleds to any
vehicle whatever. but the fleetest no
more than just touched the flying cut.
ter. though a hundred soggy mittens
grasped for It. then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged fiat in the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug.
ging up that fiat thoroughfare a thing
which some day was 10 spoil all their
sleightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. It was
vaguely like topless surrey, but cum
br0us with unwholesome excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred and howled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to q con.
trivance SO nonsensical and yet so
fearsome. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
gies In their lungs, so that up and
down the street the one cry shrilled
Increasingly: "Git q boss! Git q boss {!
Git hossl Mister. why don't you git
, hossr But the mahout In charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
nconcerned-he laughed, and now
and then ducked q SNOWFALL without
losing any Of his good-nature. It was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited %
cheerful q countenance between tho
forward visor Of q deer.stalker cap
and the collar Of . fuzzy gray ulster.
"Git . hoss!" the children shrieked,
and grulfer voices Joined them. "Git
> boss! Git q boss! Git q hoss!"
George Minafer was correct thus
tar; the twelve miles an hour Of such
machine would never overtake
Georges trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone pin.
lars at the entrance to Anderson ad-
dition.
'That's my grandfather's." said
George. nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
II ought to know that!" Lucy az.
claimed. I'VE stayed there late enough
last night: papa ard I were almost
the last to 60. He and your mother
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
picians to play another waits when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the liddles were being put away
IN their cases. Papa danced part OF
Il with Miss Minafer and the rest with
your mother. Miss Minafer's your
cunt. isn't she3'
"Yes; she lives with %. That's our
house just beyond grandfather's," He
waved . seeaskin gauntlet to indacaAe