Cheyenne record., 1919-10-30
CHATTER 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 q poetic impulse. "You look
like" he said. "Your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on a
lump Of coal. mean a-a snowflake
that would be rose-leaf tool"
Perhaps you'd better look at the
reins, n she returned. 1--WE almost up
set Just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
your cheeks for a snowflake" he con-
tinued. "What's that fairy story about
snow-white and rOse-red-"
"We're going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
ferr'
"welL you see. I'm only here for
two weeks"
II mean the sleigh!" 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 1t 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.
He can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. II suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to 60 that fast!".
"They 60 that fast already. some
times"
"Yes." said George; sthey do-for
about Q hundred feeti Then they give
. yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not 20 defend
her fathers faith in horseless car
rtages. for she laughed and said notk-
ing. The cold air was polka-dotred
With snowfakes, and usmbied to the
loud. continuous jins'ing 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 fleetest no
more than Just touched the flying cut
ter. though a hundred sogsy mittens
grasped for 1t. then reeled and whirled
dill sometimes the wearerS of those
daring mlttens plunged dat in the
snow and lay a-sprawl. rejecting.
But there came painting and chug-
gtng up that fiat thoronghfare a thing
which some day was 70 spoil all their
sleIghtl,ne merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like a tOplesa surrey. but cum
brous with unwholeSome excrescences
fore and aft, willie underneath were
spinEi1& leather belts and something
that whlrred and howled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to a con-
trvnnce so nonsensicaI 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 hoss! Git a hoss
Git hossl Mister. why don't you git
q hossT' But the mahout in charge.
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
unconcerned-he laughed. and now
end then ducked SNOWFALL without
losing any Of his good-nature. 1t was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a countenance between the
forward visor of a deer-stalker cap
and the collar Of q fuzzy gray ulster.
''Git a hoss I" the children shrieked.
and gruffer voices Joined them. "Git
. hoss Git hossI Git a hoss 7"
George Minafer was correct thus
far; the twelve miles an hour Of such
u machine would never overtake
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." said
George, nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
II ought to know thatl" Lucy ex-
claimed. 1--WE stayed there late enough
last night: papa and 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 fddles were being put away
IN their cases. Papa danced part Of
n With Miss Minafer and the rest with
your mother. Miss Minafefe your
aunt. isD's sheT
.Yes; she lives with us. That's our
Nsuss just beyond srandfather'A h
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