Cleveland County herald., 1919-11-27
CHAPTER XIl-continued.

what Kind
 'Whatever appeals to me-" he said.
 Lucy looked at him with grieved wonder. But you really don't mean to have any regular business or pro- fession at all?"
 q certainly do not" George re- turned promptly and emphatically.
 II was afraid so," she said in a low voice
 George continued to breathe deep- ly throughout another protracted in- terval of silence. Then he said. Your father is business man,
 He's a mechanical genius," Lucy interrupted quickly. "Of course he's both. And he was lawyer once he's done all sorts of things"
 ''Very well. I merely wished to ask if it's his influence that makes you think ought to do something?"
 Lucy drowned slightly. "Why, I suppose almost everything I think or say must be owing to his influence in one way or another. We haven't had anybody but each other for so many years, and we always think about alike, so of course"
 "I see" And Georges brow dark ened with resentment "So that's it. is it? It's your fathers idea that I ought to go into business and that you oughtn't to be engaged to me until I do."
 Lucy gave start, her denial was so quick. "Nol I've never once spo- ken to him about it. Never!'
 George looked at her keenly, and he jumped to conclusion not far from the truth. But you know with out talking to him that it's the way he does feel about it? I sec"
 She nodded gravely. "Yes."
 Georges brow grew darker still. Do you think I'd be much of a man." he said slowly, If I let any other man dictate to me my own way of lifer
 "Georgei Who's dictating your"
 Tt seems to me it amounts to that !" "Oh, No l only know how papa thinks about things. He's never, never spo- ken unkindly or 'dictatingly' of you" Her face was so touching in it's dis tress that for the moment George for got his anger. He seized that small, troubled hand.
 Lucy" he said huskily. Don't you know that I love you?'
 "Yes-I do."
 Don't you love mel"
 .Yes-I do."
 Then what does it matter what your father thinks about my doing something or not doing anything? He has his way, and I have mine. Why, look at your fathers best friend my Uncle George Amberson-he's never done anything in his life, and"
 "Oh, yes, he has," she interrupted. 'He was in politics."
 Well, I'm glad he's out" George said. Politics is dirty business for a gentleman, and Uncle George would tell you that himself. Lucy, let's not talk any more about it. Let me tell | mother when I get home that we're engaged. Won't you, dear?"
 She shook her head. "No." she said, and gave him a sudden little look of renewed gayety. Let's let 1t stay almost"
 Because your father"
 "Oh, because it's better!"
 Georges voice shook. ~Isn't 1t your fatherY"
 Its his ideals I'm thinking of yes"
 George dropped her hand abruptly and anger narrowed his eyes. 'I know what you mean," he said. q dare say l don't care for your fathers ideals any more than he does for mine!"
 He frightened the reins, Pendennis quickening eagerly to the trot; and when George jumped out of the runa- bout before Lucy's gate, and assisted her to descend, the silence in which they parted was the same that had be- gun when Pendennis began to trot.
 CHAPTER XIII.