Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-12-11

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thing the tribute OF pleased exclama-
lions; and her gayety helped Eugene's
to make the little occasion almost a
festive one.
Georges ennui disappeared in spite
Of himself, and he laughed to see his
mother in such spirits. II didn't know
mineral waters could go to a persons
head" he said. Cor perhaps It's ills
place. 1t might pay to have a 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 an 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
as 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. ut makes US all happy, dear old
Eugene"
And with a brave gesture she
stretched out her hand to him across
the small table. He took it quickly,
giving her a look in which his laughter
tried to remain but vanished before a
gratitude threatening to become emo
ever, turned instantly to Fanny. "Give
him your hand, Fanny" she said gay
ly; and as Fanny mechanically
obeyed, t"There!" Isabel cried. eff
brother George were here, Eugene
would have his three oldest and best
friends congrattlating him all at once.
We know what brother George thinks
about it, though. It's just beautiful,
Eugene"
Lucy leaned toward George and
whispered, Did you ever see anything
so lovely?"
Gas what?" George inquired, not
because he misunderstood but be
= | Souo IL 1911 " pIOlohS IIiV PiSoo
ant neighborliness Of whispering.
Gas your mother! Think of her do
ing that! She's a darling! AM
papa"-here she imperfectly represset
a tendency to laugh-"papa looks a,
if he were either going to explode o
utter loud sobs!"
Eugene commanded his features
however, and they resumed their Gus
tomary apprehensivqness. II used t
write verses he said-"if you remen
Der"
Yes Isabel interrupted gently. 4"
remember"
6 81 don't recall that I've written an
:, for twenty years or So" he continued
But Pm almost thinking I could d
it again, to thank you for making
factory visit into such a kind cell
bration."
II "Gracious!" Lucy whispered, 81:
Cling. aren't they sentimental!"
people that age always are
: George returned. "They get sentimel
y tai over anything at all. Factories {
y restaurants, it doesn't matter what
And both of them were seized wit
- fits of laughter which they manage
W to cover under the general movemer
of departure, as Isabel had risen to g
y. Outside upon the crowded stree
George helped Lucy into his runabol
- and drove off, waving triumphant
~ and laughing at Eugene, who we
:, struggling with the engine of his ca
in the tonneau of which Isabel an
:, Fanny had established themselve
:: Looks like a hand-organ man grim
ing away for pennies" said George,
the runabout turned the corner int
-. National avenue. "Ill still take
- horse, any day."
= He was not so cocksure half an hot
is later, on an open road, when a sire
whistle walled behind him, and befol
the sound had died away Eugene's ca
coming from behind with what SCENE
N fairly like n long leap, went by Il
of runabout and dwindled almost insta
taneously in perspective, with a la,
handkerchief in a black-gloved har
fluttering sweet derision as it w,
o. swept onward into minuteness-a me
white speck-and then out of sight.
st George was undoubtedly impressed
lg "your father does know how to dri'
oe some," the dashing exhibition force
I'd him to admit. "Of course Pendenn
isn't as young as he was, and l dor
ID care to push him too lard. Well,
re enjoyed part of that lunch today qui
le a lot, Lucy"
"The salad?"
mo. Your whispering to me-
~ George checked Pendennis to Il wal
of WherenDon Lucy protested uuickl,