The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-10-24
CHAPTER VI.

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The appearance Of Miss Lucy Nor.
gan the next day, as she sat In
Georges fast cutter, proved SO charm
ing that her escort was stricken to
soft words instantly and failed to con.
troll a poetic impulse. "You look
like" he said. "Your face looks
iike-it looks like snowflake on a
lump of coal. I mean Ga snowflake
that would be rose-leaf toow
perhaps you'd better look at the
reins," she returned. "We almost up
set Just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink In
your cheeks for snowflake" he con-
tinued. "What's that fairy story about
snow-white and rose-red-"
"We're going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina.
fer!"
"well, you see. I'm only here for
two weeks"
II mean the sleighp she explained
''We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh, they'll keep out Of the way"
That's very patrician charioteeer.
ing, but it seems to me horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles On hour"
That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again
"He can trot under three minutes, oil
right" He laughed. II suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to 60 that fast!"
"They 60 that fast already, some
times"
EYES," Eaid George; "they do-for
about hundred feet! Then they give
. yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith In horseless car.
riages, for she laughed and sold moth
ing. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowflakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jingling of sleigh
bells. Boys and girls, all aglow and
painting Jets Of vapor, darted at the
passing sleighs to ride on the runners
or sought to rope their sleds to any
vehicle whatever, but the fieetest nc
more than just touched the flying cut
ter. though hundred soggy mittens
grasped for 1t, then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers Of those
daring mittens plunged fiat In the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug
g.ng up that fiat thoroughfare thing
which some, day was TO spoil all their
sleightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedlent. 1t was
vaguely like q topless surrey. but cum
brous with unwholesome excreseences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred and howled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made nc
attempt to fasten sheir sleds to a con
trivance so nonsensical and yet sc
fearsome. Instead they gave over theil
sport and concentrated all their ener
giles In their lungs, SO that up ant
down the street the one cry shrillet
Increasingly: "Git hossi Git boss
Git boss Mister, why don't you gi
q hossT but the mahout In charge
sitting solitary on the front seat, wa,
unconcerned-he laughed, and nov
and then ducked SNOWFALL without
losing any Of his good-nature. It wa.
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited &c
cheerful countenance between tn,
forward visor of a deer-stalker car
and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster
"Git a hoss" the children shrieked
and gruffer voices Joined them. "Gi
, hossl Git hossi Git a boss |"
George Minafer was correct thu
Tar; the twelve miles an hour Of sucl
q machine would never overtak,
Georges trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone pill
lars at the entrance to ANDERSON ad
dition.
That's my grandfather's," salt
George, nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
81 ought to know thatp Lucy ex
claimed. 1--WE stayed there late enough
last night: papa and I were almos
the last to go. He and your mothe
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu
sicians TO play another waltz wher
everybody else had gone downstairl
and the fiddles were being put ava,
in their cases. Papa danced part O
Iit with Miss Minafer and the rest will
your mother. Miss Minafer's you
aunt. isn't she7"
Eyes; she lives with us. That's oul
house Just beyond grandfather's,"" HI
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