The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-09-13

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sign. ID them |" he said finally, and,
turning up his coat collar, plOdded
back through the sOggy streets toward
"hOme."
The unitarian impudence of the city
authorities put thought into his mind.
A week earlier he had happened to
stroll into the large parlOr Of the
apartment house, finding it empty, and
on the comfortable he noticed large
red-bound, gilt-edged book, newly
printed, bearing the title: "a Civic
History" and beneath the title, the
rubric, Biographies Of the 800 Most
Prominent Citizens and Families in
the History of the City," He had
glanced at it absently, merely noticing
the title and subtitle, and wandered
out of the room, thinking Of other
things and feeling no curiosity about
the book. But he had thought Of 1t
several times since with faint, vague
uneasiness; and now when he entered
the lobby he walked directly into the
parlor where he had seen the book,
The room was empty as it always was
on Sunday mornings, and the fiamheg-,
ant volume was still upon the tahAs--
evidently a fixture as a sort of heal
Almanach de Gotha, or Bufke, fer the
enlightenment of tenants and bOarders.
He turned to the index where the
names Of the five hundred Most Promi-
nent Citizens and Families In the. Ills
tory of the City were arrangeGhin al.
phabetical order, and ran his. finger
down the column of AS: Albeit, ABB
bolt, Abrams, Adams, Adams, Adler,
Akers, Albertsmeyer, Alexander, Allen,
Ambrose, Ambuhl, Anderson, Andrews,
Appenbasch, Archer, Arszman, Ash
craft, Austin, Alvey.
Georges eyes remained for some
time fixed ON the thin space between
the names "Allen" and Ambrose"
Then he closed the book quietly, and
went up to his own room, agreeing
with the elevator boy, on the way,
that it was getting to be mighty
nasty wet and windy day outside.
The elevator boy noticed nothing I'M
usual about him and neither did Fanny,
when she came in from church with
her hat ruined, an hour later. And yet
something had happened-a thing
which, years ago, had been the eager
est hope Of many, many good citizens
of the town. They had thought Of it,
longed for it, hoping acutely that they
might live to see the day when it would
come to pass. And now it had hap
pened at last: George Minafer had
got his come-upance.
He had got it three times filed and
over. The city had rolled over
his heart, burying it under as it rolled
over the Majors and buried it under.
The city had rolled over the Amber
sons and buried them under to the last
vestige; and it mattered little that
George guessed easily enough that
most Of the five hundred Most PrOmi-
lent had paid something substantial
to defray the cost of steel engraving,
etc."-the Five Hundred had heaved
he final shovelful of SCOT upon that
heap of obscurity wherein the Amber
sons were lost forever from sight and
history. Quicksilver in a nest of
racks"
George Minafer had got his come.
lpance, but the people who had so
onged for it were not there TO see it,
md they never knew it. Those who
we're still living had forgotten all
lbout it and all about him.
George had seen Eugene only once
ilnce their calamitous encounter. They
had passed on opposite sides Of the
treet, downtown; each had been
ware that the other was aware of
linn, and yet each kept his eyes
traight forward, and neither had
hown perceptible alteration of coun.
enance. 1t seemed to George that he
cit emanating from the outwardly i'm
,erturbable person OF his mothers old.
(To Be Contlnued.)