The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-08-06

than set it inside any ANDERSON nous
or any place else where young Geor
gle is.s
do people like young Minafer gen
erllly?g
Il don't know about generally
4 guess he gets plenty of toadying; Blu
there's certainly a lot of people tina
are glad to express their opinions
about him."
whats the matter with him?'
"Too much Anderson, suppose
for one thing. And for another, hil
mother just fell down and worshipet
him from the day he was born. He
thinks he's a little tin god on wheels
land honestly it makes some people
weak and sick just to think about
hin! Yet that blgh-spirited, inteul
gent Woman, Isabel ANDERSON, actu.
ally sits and worships himl You can
hear 1t in her voice when she speaks
to him or speaks Of him. You can see
1t 10 her eyes when she looks at him.
MY Lord What does she see when
she looks at him?"
Morgan's odd expression of genial
apprehension deepened whlmsically.
She sees something that we don't
see" he said.
"What does she seer"
Gan angel " -, ys,..,ss., ~ s,s q tSIN25sl
Kinney laughed aloud. swell, II
she gees an angel when she looks at
George Minafer she's funnler wom-
an than thought she was!'
perhaps she is" said Morgan. "But
that's what she sees"
my Lord! It's easy to see you've
only known him an hour or so. In
that time have you looked at George
and seen AN angelo"
mo. All saw was a remarkably
good-looking fool-boy with the pride
Of Satan and a set of nice new draw
ing7room manners that he probably
couldn't use more than half an hour
at time without busting.">
"Then what"
"Mothers are right" said Morgan.
Mothers see the angel in us because
the angel IS there If it's shown to
the mother the son has got an angel
to show, hasn't he? When a son cuts
somebody's throat the mother only
sees it's possible for a misguided an
gel to act like a devll-and she's en-
tirely right about that"
Kinney laughed and put his hand
on his friends shoulder. 81 remem-
Der what fellow you always were
to argue" he said. "You mean Geor-
gle Mlnafer is as much of an angel
rs any murderer is, and that Georges
mother is always right"
I'm afraid she always has BEEN"
Morgan said lightly.
The friendly hand remained upon
his shoulder. "She was wrong once,
old fellow. At least, so it seemed to
me-"
mo" said Morgan, a little awk-
wardly. "NO-"
Kinney relieved the slight embar-
rassment that had come upon both
of them: he laughed again. "Wait till
YOU know young Georgia little bet
fer" he said. Something tells me
you're going to change your mind
about having an angel to show, If you
see anything of him!"
you mean beauty's In the eye Of |
The beholder, and the angel is all in
he eye of the mother. If you were
1 painter, Fred, you'd paint mothers
with angels eyes holding imps in
heir laps. Me, I'll stick to the old
masters and the cheruhs."
Mr.. Kinney looked at him musingly.
Somebody's eyes must have been
pretty angelic" he said, eff they've
'eep persuading you that George |
Ilinafer is cherub |"
They are" said Morgan heartily.
They're more angelic than ever"
And as a new flourish of music sound
ID overhead he threw away his ciga-
ette and jumped up briskly. "GOOd-
"; I've got this dance with her"
with whomp
with Isabel!"
The grizzled Mr.. Kinney affected to
ub his eyes. "It startles me, your
JUMPING UP like that to go and dance
With Isabel Anderson Twenty years
eem to have passed-but have they?
Tell me, have you danced with poor
I'D Fanny, too, this EVENING"
"Twlce!"
my Lord" Kinney groaned half
n earnest "Old times starting all
yer again! My Lord!"
"Old timesr Morgan laughed gay
Y from the doorway. mot a bit I!
here aren't any old times. When
ines are gone they're not old; they're
cad There aren't any times but
ew times !"
And he vanished in such a manner
hat he seemed already to have be-
I'm dancing.
CHAPTER VI.
The appearance of Miss Lucy Nor