The Elbert County tribune., 1919-10-17
CHAPTER ViIi-contlnued.


In the matter of GOODNESS George
met Lucy upon her own predeter-
mined ground; in fact, he was there
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftier and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks, and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty: 1t
had worn itself out and they forgot 1t.
The Major had taken a great fancy
to her, insisting upon her presence
and her fathers at the Anderson fam
lily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to fiirt
with old people, lie said, as she sat
next him at the table on one of these
Sunday occasions; and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he wasl" the Major laughed when she
reconstructed. ''He came up here
with my son George and some others
for a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into a bass fiddle, and the
poor musicians just gave upl That
serenade was just before Isabel was
married-and don't you fret, Miss
enough!'' The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. 1.-THE fact
fs," the Major went on hilariously, ST
believe If Eugene hadn't broken that
bass fiddle and given himself away
Isabel would never have taken VIII
bur! I shouldn't be surprised If that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got herl What do you think. Will
burr"
~ shouldn't be surprised" said VIII
bur placidy. 'If your notion is right
I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard runw
The Major always drank three
glasses of champagne at his Sunday
dinner, and he was finishing the third.
what do you say about 1t, Isabel?
BY Jove!" he cried. pounding the
table, she's blushingl"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
he laughed without any sign of embar-
rassment other than his heightened
color There's another important
thing-that is, for me-" he said. ITS
the only thing that makes me forgive
that bass viol for getting in my way"
what is it?" the Major asked.
Lucy" said Morgan gently.
Isabel gave him a quick glance, all
warm approval, and there was a muir
mur of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
ly enough, for the most part, and at
the end seemed to fly. On the last
nj fuht ho oh
junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY If 1t had not been a happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about 1t, he an
swered. "Oh. 1 suppose so. Why?"
II just thought it would be nice to
hear you say so." she said. smiling.
"It's seemed to me that 1t must have
been happy summer for you-a real
summer of roses and wine'-without
the wine. perhaps. Gather ye roses
while We mayor was 1t primroses? +?
Time does really fly, or perhaps it's
like the sky-and smoke"
George was puzzled. "It strikes me
you're getting mixed. 1 don't see
much, resemblance between time and
the sky. or between things and smoke
wreaths; but I do see one reason you
like Lucy Morgan so much. She
talks that same kind of wistful,
moony way sometimes-I don't mean
TO say 1 mind it In either of you, be-
cause l rather like. to listen to 1t,
and you've got a very good voice.
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
ter how much smoke and sky, and
SO on, you talk. Sos Lucy's. for that
matter; and see why you're con-
genial. She talks that way to her
father, too; and he's right there with
the same kind of CUFF. Well, It's all
right with me I've got plenty to
think about when people drool along ~
She pressed his hand to her cheek,
and a tear made a tiny warm streak
across one of his knuckles.
For heavens saker he said.
whats the matter? Isn't everything
all right?"
You're going awayl never can
bear to see you go-that's the most
of it. I'm little bothered about your
father, too."
"WhyY'
~: seems to me he looks so bad.
Everybody thinks So"
what nonsensep George laughed.
-He's been looking that way all sum-