Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1919-11-06

cOEL Oh WY rTeu very DllteF uDOul
his row with George Minafer. He
says he'd rather burn his foot of
than set 1t inside any ANDERSON house
or any place else where young Geor
gle is"
''DO people like young Minafer gen.
erally2"
Il don't know about generally
guess he gets plenty of tOadying; but
there's certainly IA lot of people that
are glad to express their opinions
about him."
whats the matter with him?"
TOO much Anderson, / suppose,
for one thing. And for another, his
mother just fell down and wOrshiped
him from the day he was born. He
thinks he's little lin god on wheels
and honestly it makes some people
weak and sick just to think about
him! Yet that high-spirited, lntelli-
gent woman, Isabel ANDERSON, actu-
ally sits and worships him! You can
hear it in her voice when she speaks
to him or speaks of him. You can see
1t in her eyes when she looks at him.
My Lord What does she see when
she looks at him?"
Morgan'S odd expression of genial
apprehension deepened whimsically.
"She sees something that we don't
see" he said
"What does she seer"
"An angel"
Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, II
she sees an angel when she looks at
George Minafer she's funnier WON
an than thought she was!"
Perhaps she is" said Morgan. "But
that's what she sees"
''NIy Lord It's easy to see you've
only known him an hour or so. In
that time have you looked at George
and seen an angelw
mo. All l saw was remarkably
good-lOoking fOOl-boy with the pride
Of Satan and a set of nice new draw
-ing-room manners that he probably
couldn't use more than half an hour
at a time without busting"
"Then what"
Mothers are right" said Morgan.
Mothers see the angel in us because
the angel is there. If it's shown tG
the mother the son has got an angei
to show, hasn't he? When q son cuts
somebody's throat the mother only
sees it's possible for a misguided an
gel to act like q devil-and she's en-.
tirely right about that"
Kinney laughed and put his hand
on his friends shoulder. Il remem-
Der what fellow you always were
to argue" he said. "You mean Geor,
gle NIinafer is as much of an angel
as any murderer is, and that Georges
mother is always right"
I'm afraid she always has BEEN"
Morgan said lightly.
The friendly hand remained upon
his shoulder "She was wrong once,
old fellow. At least, so it seemed to
me-"
NO" said Morgan, a little awk-
wardly. 'NO-"
Kinney relieved the slight embar-
rasSment that had come upon both
of them: he laughed again. "Wait till
you know young George a little bet
ter" he said. Something tells me
you're going to change your mind
about having an angel to show, if you
see anything of him!"
"You mean beauty's in the eye of
- hoh iC oil In
the eye of the mother. If you were
a painter, Fred you'd paint mothers
with angels eyes holding imps in
their laps. Me, I'll stick to the old
masters and the cherubs."
Mr.. Kinney looked at him musingly.
Somebody's eyes must have been
pretty angelic" he said, "if they've
been persuading you that George
Minafer is a cherubW
"They are" said Morgan heartily.
They're more angelic than ever.
And as new flourish of music sound
ed overhead he threw away his ciga
rette and jumped up briskIy. Good
by; I've got this dance with her."
"With whOm?"
"With Isabel"
The grizzled Mr.. Kinney affected to
rub his eyes. ut startles me, your
jumping up like that to go and dance
with Isabel Anderson! Twenty years
seem to have passed-but have they?
Tell me, have you. danced with poor
old Fanny, too, this EVENING""
"Twiee!"
my Lord!" Kinney groaned half
in earnest. "Old times starting all
over again! My Lord !"
"Old times?" Morgan laughed gay
ly from the doorway. "Not a bit
There aren't any old times. When
times are gone they're not old /; they're
dead There aren't any times but
new times !"
And he vanished in such a manner
that he seemed already to have be-
gun dancing.
Continued next week.
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