The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-11-28


them up. but still"
"'But stir whati" she said Ms he.
paused.
But still-well. suppose I'm
little oId-fashioned and fastidious. but
I'm afraid being sort Of engine
driver never will appeal to me.
mother. It's exciting. and I'd like that
part OF It. but still 1t doesn't seem to
me precisely the thing gentleman
ought to do. Too much overalls and
monkey wrenches and greasei No;yI
Lbelieve I'd rather wait for September
and q tandem mother"
Nevertheless George sometimes con-
scented to sit In IN automobile. while
waiting for September. and he fire.
quently went driving in one Of Eu-
genes cars with Lucy End her father.
He even allowed himself to be escort
ed with his mother and Fanny through
the growing factory. which was now.
as the foreman Of the paint shop in
formed the visitors, turning out car
and quarter day."
From the factory Eugene took them
to lunch at d new RESTAURANT, just
opened In the town, place which sur
prised Isabel with its metropolitan
air, and, though George made fun Of
her, In q whisper, she offered every
thing the tribute of pleased exclama-
lions; and her gayety helped Eugene's
to make the little occasion almost O
| festive one.
/ nao~co,c oouv,e Itoo v,rao raH e. srt<o
Of himself, and he laughed to see his
mother In such spirits. II didn't know
mineral waters could 60 to persons
head" he said. "Or perhaps it's this
place. 1t might pay to have new res
taurant opened somewhere In town
every time you get the blues"
"No," Isabel said, "what makes me
laugh so much at nothing Is .Eugene's
factory. wouldn't anybody be delight
ed to see ar old friend take an idea
out of the air like that-an idea that
most people laughed at him for
wouldn't any old friend of his be
happy to see how he'd made his idea
into such a splendid. humming thing
us that factory-all shiny steel, click
ing. buzzing away, and with all those
workmen, such muscled-looking men
and yet so intelligent looking? It's
beautiful to see such a thing" she
said. at makes US all happy, dear old
Eugene"
| And with brave gesture she
stretched out her hand to him across
the small table. He took 1t quickly
giving her look In which his Laughter
tried to remain but vanished before Q
gratitude threatening to become emo
tional In spite of him. Isabel, how
ever, turned instantly to Fanny. "Givt
him your hand, Fanny" she said gay
ly; and as Fanny mechanically
obeyed, "There" Isabel cried. III
brother George were here. Eugene
would have his three oldest and bes
friends congratulating him all st once
We know what brother George thinks
about 1t. though. It's just beautiful
Eugenei"
Lucy leaned toward George ant
whispered, did you ever see anything
80 lovelyw
"As whatT George inquired, no
because he misunderstood. but be
cause he wished to prolong the pleas
ant neighborliness of whispering.
JAS your motheri Think of her do
ing thati She's dariingl Ant
papa"-here she imperfectly represset
tendency to laugn-''papa looks a
II he were either going to explode o.
utter loud sobs II
Eugene commanded his features
however, and they resumed their Gus
tomary apprehensiveness. II used t,
write verses" he said-"if you remem
Der"
YES" Isabel interrupted gently. "
remember"
IL don't recall that I've written an.
. for twenty years or So" he continued
But I'm almost thinking could d,
1t again, to thank you for making
factory visf into such kind cele
bration."
"Graciousr' Lucy whispered. gig
Cling. "Aren't they sentimental
people that age always are,
George returned. "They get sentimer
tal over anything at all. Factories o
restaurants, 1t doesn't matter what!
II And both of them were seized witt
, fits of laughter which they manages
to cover under the general movemen
: Of departure, as Isabel had risen to &c
Outside upon the crowded stree
George helped Lucy into his runabou
, and lrove off. waving triumphantl
and laughing at Eugene, who, wa
struggling with the engine Of his cal
In the tonneau Of which isabel an
Fanny had established themselves
Looks like hand-organ man grind
ing away for pennies" said George. a
the runabout turned the corner int
National avenue. "rn still take
horse, any day."
He was not 90 cocksure half an hou
I. later, on an open road, when sire
: whistle walled behind him, and befor
the sound had died away Eugene's cal
coming from behind with what scenes
fairly IKE one long leap, went BY tn
runabout and dwindled almost instar
taneousiy In perspective. with lac
handkerchief In . black-gloved han
II