The Connecticut labor press., 1919-10-11
gzBzHggzEzHzMEaMHEz AMNNNNgzMMAzE
aaHEzEMEzMMEzMEz

l26X2cSGS2SoSE6IES1 6lEcAEoXE5AEeXEoXEcA 1 of box where four people can sit, with d step and a little door in the rear and"
 T know all about it," said George, I've seen any number like that, east. You can see all you want of 'em if you stand on Fifth avenue half an hour any afternoon. I've seen half a dozen go by almost at the same time-Within q few minutes, anyhow ; and of course electric hansoms are a common sight there any day. l hired one myself the last time 1 was there. How fast do MT. Morgan's machines go?
 Much too fast! It's very exhlla- rating-but rather frightening; and they do make a fearful uproar. He says, though, he thinks he sees a way to get around the nOisiness in time"
 "I don't mind the noise" said George. "Give me a horse for mine, though, any day. I must get up race with one of these things; Pendenntsll leave it one mile behind in a two-mile run. HOw's grandfatherW
 "He looks well, but he complains sometimes of his heart"
 George had taken off his coat. T don't like to hint to a lady" he said, "but I do want to dress before din- ner."
 Don't be long; I've got to do a lot of looking at you, dear" She kissed him and ran away, singing.
 But his Aunt Fanny was not so fond; and at the dinner table there came a spark of liveliness into her eyes when George patronizingly asked her what was the news ill her own particular line of sport"
 "Well, what's the gossip? You usually hear pretty much everything that goes on around the hooks and crannies in this town, hear. Whats the last from the gossips' corner, auntie?'
 Fanny dropped her eyes, but a movement of her lower lip betOkened a tendency to laugh as she replied, "There hasn't been much gossip lately except the report that Lucy Morgan and Fred Kinney are engaged-and that's quite old by this time."
 There was a chatter upon Georges plate. "What-what do you think you're talking about?" he gasped.
 Miss Fanny looked up innOcently. About the report of Lucy Morgans engagement to Fred Kinney"
 George turned dumbly to his mother and Isabel shook her head reassur- ingly. "peOple are always starting rumors," she said. q haven't paid any attention to this one"
 But you-you've heard it?' he stammered.
 "Oh, one hears all sorts of nonsense, dear. I haven't the slightest idea that it's true"
 '"Then you have heard it."
 George turned pale.
 Eat your dinner, Georgie," his aunt said sweetly. Food will do you good. I didn't say I knew this rumor was true. I only said I'd heard it."
 Fanny, you're a hard-hearted crea- ture," Isabel said gently. You really are. Don't pay any attention to her, George. Fred Kinney's only clerk in his uncle's hardware place: he couldn't marry for ages-even if any body would accept him 7"
 George breathed unanimously. q don't care anything about ages 7 Whats that got to do with it?" he said, his thoughts appearing to be somewhat disconnected. "'Ages,' don't mean anything! I only want to know T want to know I want" He stopped.
 You must finish your dinner, dear" his mother urged. Don't"
 II have finished. I've eaten all I want. I don't want any more than I wanted. I don't want-I-" He rose, still incoherent. "I prefer-I want please excuse me !''
 He left the room, and a moment later the screens outside the open front door were heard to slam.
 Fanny! You shouldn't"
 Isabel, don't reproach me. He did have plenty Of dinner, and I only told the truth: everybody has been say ing"
 "We don't actually know there isn't" Miss Fanny insisted. giggling. "We've never asked Lucy"
 T wouldn't ask her anything so ab- surd!"
 George would" Georges father re- marked. That's what he's gone to dO.
 Mr. Minafer was not mistaken: that was what his son had gone to do. Lucy and her father were just rising from their dinner table when the stirred youth arrived at the front door of the new house. It was a cot tage, however, rather than a house; and Lucy had taken a free hand with the architect, achieving results in white and green outside and white and blue inside to such effect of youth and daintiness that her father com plained of ''tOO much Springtime :" The whole place, including his own bedroom, was d young damseTs bOu- dOir he said, so that nowhere could he smoke a cigar without feeling like ruftian. However, he was smoking when George arrived, and he encOur- aged George to join him in the pas time, but the caller, whose air was both tense and preoccupied, declined with something like agitation.
 II never SmOke-that is. I'm sell dOm-I mea& no, thanks" he said. T ue>n not at all. I'd rather not"
 Arpu't I-DIl wall LNII1a,,o