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

"WhatI' Georges tone was
shocked, as at incredible news. swell.
you could break that engagement.
guess, II you wanted TO! Girls always
can get out of things when they want
to. Won't your"
| 81 don't think So"
"Why notT
| Because I promised him. Several
days ago."
"See here I" said the stricken George.
''If you're going to decline to dance
| that cotillion with me simply because
you've promised a-a-a miserable
red-headed outsider like Fred Kinney,
why we might as well quit"
"Qult what?"
"You know perfectly well what
mean," he said huskily.
81 don't"
"Well, you ought to-"
"But don't Mt all"
George, thoroughly hnrt, and not q
little embittered. expressed himself
in short outburst Of laughter: swell.
l ought to have seen It'll"
"Seen what?"
''That you might turn out to be
girl who'd like fellow Of the red
headed Kinney sort. ought to have
| seen 1t from the first!'
Lucy bore her disgrace lightly. "Oh,
dancing q cotlllion with q person
doesn't mean that you like him-but
don't see anything in particular the
matter with Mr.. Kinney. What is?"
81 prefer not TO discuss It," said
George CURLY. Hes An enemy Of
NINE" ~
'Why?'
II prefer not to discuss it,
"Well, but"
81 prefer not TO discuss IT."
"Ve-y WELL" She began to hum the
| air of the song which Mr.. George Am
berson was now discoursing, 20 moon
| Of my delight that knows no wane''--
and there was no further conversation
on the back seat.
The continuance stopped with
heart.shaking jerk before Isabers
house. The gentlemen jumped down.
helping Isabel and Fanny to descend;
there were friendly leavetakings-and
one that was not precisely friendly.
"It's 'au revoir' till tonight. isn't lit"
Lucy asked. laughing.
"Good afternoon said George. and
he did not wait, as his relatives did, TO
see the old sewing machine start brisk
ly down the street, toward the Shar-
ons'; its lighter load consisting now
of only Mr.. Morgan and his daughter.
George went into the house at once.
He found his father reading the
evening paper in the library. "Where
| are your mother and your Aunt Fan
ny?" Mr.. Minafer inquired, not look
ing up.
'"They're coming" said his son: and,
casting himself heavily into a chair,
stared at the fire.
His prediction was verified q few
moments later; the two ladies came
in cheerfully, christening their fur
cloaks. "It's all right, Georgia" said
Isabel. "Your Uncle George called to
us that Pendennis got home safely.
Put your shoes. close to the fire, dear,
or else go and change them"
look here" said George abruptly.
How about this man Morgan and his
old sewing machine? Doesn't he want
to get grandfather to put money into
It? Isn't he trying to work Uncle
George for that? Isn't that what he's
up TOT"
1t was Miss Fanny who responded.
"You little silly!" she cried, with sur
prising sharpness. "What on earth
sare you talking about? Eugene Nor
CAMS perfectly able to finance his own
inventions these days"
HE strikes me as that sort of
man." George answered doggedly.
isn't he, father?"
Minafer set down his paper for the
moment. HE was fairly wild young
fellow twenty years ago." he said,
glancing at his wife absently. HE
was like you In one thing, George: he
spent too much money-only he didn't
have any mother to get money out Of
q grandfather for him, so he was usu-
ally In debt. But I believe I've heard
he's done fairly well of late years.
No, can't soy think he's a swim
der, and doubt II he needs anybody
else's money to back his herseless car
rigge."
swell, what's he brought the old
thing here for, then? People that own
elephants don't take their elephants
around with 'em when they 60 visit
Ing. What's he got II here forT
I'm sure don't know" said Mr..
Minnfer, resuming his paper. "You
might ask him."
Isabel laughed and patted her hus-
bands shoulder again. aren't you
going to dress? Aren't we all going
to the dancer