The Connecticut labor press., 1919-09-27
CHAPTER VI.

The appearance of Miss Lucy MOr- 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- trol a poetic impulse. You look like he said. "Your face looks like-it looks like a snowflake on a lump of coal I mean a-a snowflake that would be a rose-Ieaf too"
 "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 stoo,1 much pink in your cheeks for a snowflake" he con- tinued. What's that fairy story about SnOw-white and rOse-red-"
 'sWe're going pretty fast, MT. Nina ferr'
 <':Weil, you see, I'm only here for two weeks.'' =
 q mean the sleigh!" she explained. "We're not the. only people on the, street, you know"
 .ttsOh, they'll keep out, of the way" ,.. That's very patrician charioteeer- ing, but it seems to me a horse like this needs guidance. I'm sure he's going almost twenty miles an hour" That's nothing" said George; but he consented to look forward again., 1'He can trot under three minutes, all right" He laughed. T suppose your father thinks he can build 3 horseiess carriage to go that fast r'F,>4 z.s~ ; 'sFhey go that fast already, some times" Fsx s.,.'Yes." said George; ''they do for about a hundred feet! Then they give yell and burn up."
 Evidently she decided not to defend her fdther's faith in horSeless car .riages, for she laughed and said nOth- ing. The cold air was pOlka-dOtted with snowffakes, and trembled to the loud. continuous jingling of sleigh bells Boys and girls, all aglow and painting jets of yapOr, darted at the passing sfeighS to ride on the runners, or sought to rope their sleds to any vehicle whatever, but the fleetest no more than just touched the flying cut ter, though a hundred sOggy mittens grasped@ for it, then reeled and whirled till sometimes the wearers of those daring mittens plunged fiat in the snow and lay a-sprawl, refiecting.
 But there came panting and chug- gfng up that fiat thoroughfare thing which some day was 10 spoil all their sieightime merriment-save for the rashest and most disobedient It was vaguely like topLess surrey. but cum brous with unwholesome excrescences fore and aft, while underneath were spinning leather belts and something that whirred and howled and seemed 10 stagger. The ride-stealers made no attempt to fasten their sleds to a con- trivance so nOnsensical and yet so fearsome. Instead they gave over their sport and concentrated all their ener- gies in their lungs, so that up and down the street the one cry shrilled Increasingly: "Git a hoss Git hoss Git hOss Mister, why don't you git a hOss?" But the mahOut in charge, sitting solitary on the front seat, was uncOncerned-he laughed, and now and then ducked a snowfall without dosing any of his good-nature. It was MT. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so cheerful countenance between the
 
 and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster ''Glt hoss !'' the children shrieked, and gruffer voices joined them. "Git a hoss: Git hoss! Git hoss!"
 George Minafer was correct .thus far: the twelve miles an hour of such machine would never Overtake- Georges trotter. The cutter was al- ready scurrying between the stone pill lars at the entrance to Anderson ad- ditfon.
 That's my grandfather's," said George, holding toward the Anderson mansion.
 "I ought to know that!' Lucy ex- claimed. we stayed there late enough last night: papa and I were almost the last to go. He and your mother and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu- sicians to play another waltz when everybody else had gone downstairs and the fiddles were being put away in their cases. Papa danced part of 1t with Miss Iinafer and the rest with your mother. Miss A1inafer's your aunt, isn't she?'
 "Yes; she lives with us. That's our house just beyond grundfather's," He waved a sealskin gauntlet tc indicate the house Major Anderson had built for Isabel as a wedding gift. He drowned as they passed closed car mage and pair. The body of this com fortable vehicle sagged slightly to one side; the paint was old and scanned with hundreds of minute cracks like little rivers on a black map: the coachman a fat and elderly darky see:ncl to drOwsc upon the box; but tho open window afforded the occu- rants of the cutter a glimpse. of a tired. fine old face. silk hat, a pearl tie and an ustrachan collar, evidently uuT ID t.LEp the alr