The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-09-06

always just made her sick But she
could never see what Georges man.
ners were oh. it's been terrible
adulationl It's going to be task
for me, living in that big house. all
alone; you must come and se,s me-
I mean after they've gone. of course.
III go crazy If / don't see something
Of people. Pm sure you'll come as
often as you can. / know you too well
to think you'll be sensitive about com
ing there, or being reminded of
George Thank heaven you're too we'll
balanced Miss Fanny concluded,
with profound fervor, you're too
i well-baianced to let anything affect
You deeply about thst-that mOnkeyl"
The four photographs and the paint
ed Florentine box went to their crema-
. ton within the same hour that Miss
Fanny spoke; and a little later Lucy
called her father in, as he passed her
door. and pointed to the blackened area.
on the uDderside of the mantelpiece,.
and to the burnt heap upon The coal,
where some metallic shapes stu re-
tanned outline. She flung her arms
about his neck in passionate SYM
pn.hy. telling him that she lyneT what
Mad Happened TO him; and !if emily
he began to comfort her and managed
nh cmbcrrassfd laugh.
well well" he said. 81 vas too
old for such iool.shness to he letting
into ray head, anyhow"
mo. mol" she sobbed "And 8 you
knew how I despisc myself for-for
ever having thought one instant about
-oh, Miss Fanny called him the right
name: thai monisey lie isl"
There, th.al; I agree with you"
Eugene said grimly, and in his eyes
there was a steady light Of anger that
was to jast. 'Yes | think l agrea with
! You abort that"
/ There's only one thing to 90 with
Such person" she said veheilently.
That's to put him out of our thoughts
'ercYer-foreverl !"
And yet, the next day, at six o'clock,
which was the hour, Fanny had told
her, when George and his mother were
to leaye upon their long journey, Lucy
touched that scorched place on her
mantel with her hand just as the little
clock above it struck. Then, after this
: odd, unconscious gesture, she went to
window and stood between the cur
tains, looking out into the cold No
. vember dusk and in spite Of every
I reasoning and reasonable power within
+ her. rain Of loneliness struck through
icr eagt Tie din street bslow her
window the dark houses across the
, way, the vague air itself-all looked
. empty, and cold and (most of. ally I'M
interesting. Something more sombre
han November dusk took the color
from them and gave them that air Of
desertlon.
The ligh: of her fire, Pickering up
chino her, showed suddenly flying
roup of tiny snowAakes nearing the
@low-pane, and for AN instant she
{ felt the sensation OF being dragged
E through a snowdrift under a broken
cutter, with boys arms about her
! an arrogant, handsome, too-conqIering
: boy, who nevertheless did his best to
get hurt himself, keeping her from any
possible harm.
She shook the picture out of her
eyes Indignantly then came and sat
before her fire. and looked long and
long at the blackened mantelpiece.
She did not have the mantelpiece re-
painted-and, since she did not,
might as well have kept his photo
f, graphs. One forgets what made the
, scar upon his hand but not what made
the scar upon his wall.
New faces appeared at the
dances of the winter; new faces had
been appearing everywhere, for that
matter, and familiar ones we're disap-
; pearhg, merged in the increasing
crewd; or gone forever and missed a
, little and not long; for the town was
growing and changing as IL never had
grown and changed before.
tt was heaving up in the middle in
credibly; it was spreading incredibly
and as it heaved and spread it be
fouled itself and darkened its sky
] You drove between pleasant fields and
woodland groves one spring day; and
in the autumn, passing over the same
ground you were warned off the tracks
by an interurban trolley-cal's gong
4, ing and beheld, beyond cement side
! walks just dry, new house-owners busy
''moving in" Gasoline and electricity
J were, performing the miracles Eugene
/ had predicted
But the great change was in the
, citizenry itself. What was left Of the
patriotic old-stock generation that had
, fought the Civil war, and subsequently
! controlled politics, had become vener.
able and was little needed What hap
pened to Boston and 20 Broadway hap
! pened in degree TO the Midland city
the old stock became less and less typ.
o ical, and of the grown people who
|, called the place home less than q