The Aberdeen weekly., 1919-10-24

| breathless and great deal glowing.
| and quiet withal.
Lucy and her father were living at
| the Anderson hotel, while Morgan got
his small machine shops built in a
western Outskirt of the town; and
George grumbled about the shabbi-
ness and the old-fashioned look of the
hotel, though it was "still the best in
the place. of course" He remon-
strated with his grandfather. declar-
ing that the whole Anderson Estate
would be getting run down and out
at heel If things weren't taken in
hand pretty soon." He urged the
general need of rebuilding, renovat-
ing, vanishing and lawsuits. But the
Major. declining to hear him out, in
terrupted Querulously. saying that he
had enough to bother him without any
his library, going SO far as to lock
the door audibly.
Second childhoodl" George NUT
tered, shaking his head; and he
thought sadly that the Major had not
long to live. However, this surmise
depressed him for only a moment or
so. OF course people couldn't be ex-
pected to live forever, and it would
be good thing TO have someone in
charge of the Estate who wouldn't
let it get to looking SO rusty that riff
raft dared to make fun of it. For
George had lately undergone the an
noyance of calling upon the Morgans,
in the rather stuffy red velours and
gilt parlor of their apartment at the
hotel, one evening when Mr.. Fred
erick Kinney also was a caller. and
Mr.. Kinney had not been tactful. In
fact, though he adopted humorous
tone of voice in expressing sympathy
for people who, through the city's
poverty in hotels, were obliged to
stay at the ANDERSON, Mr.. Kinney's
intention was interpreted by the
other visitor as not at all humorous,
but, on the contrary, personal and Of
fensive.
George rose abruptly, his face the
color of wrath. ''Good night, Miss
Morgan. Good night, Mr.. Morgan. 1
shall take pleasure in calling at some
sort of people may be present"
burst out. Don't you try to make me
out a boor, George Minafer! 1 wasn't
limiting anything at you; 1 simply for
got all about your grandfather own
ing this old building. Don't you try
to put me in the light of a boor!
won't
But George walked out In the very
course of his vehement protest, and
1t was necessarily left unfinished.
Mr.. Kinney remained only a few
moments after Georges departure;
and as the door closed upon him the
distressed Lucy turned to her father.
She was plaintively surprised TO find
him in condition Of immoderate
laughter.
ut brings things back So" he
managed to explain. '"This very Fred
Kinney's father and young Georges
father, Wilbur Minafer, used to do
just such things when they were at
that age-and, for that matter, so did
George Anderson and I. and all the
rest of US" And in spite of his ex-
haustion, he began to initiate: Don't
you try to put me in the light of a
boor!' L shall take pleasure in call
ing at some time when a more cour-
teous sort of people" He was un-
able to go on.
Papa, L think they were shocking |
Weren't they awful -
"Just-just boys" he moaned, wip- |
ing his eyes.
But Lucy could not Smile at all; she |
was beginning to look indignant Il
can forgive that poor Fred Kinney"
she said. Hes just blundering-bu
George-oh, George behaved out
rageouslyI ~
She came and sat upon the arm of
his chair. Papa, why should George
behave like that?"
Hes sensitive"
"Ratherl But why is her. He does
anything he likes to. without any re-
gard for what people think. Then
EASY To SEE ONES BRAIN !