The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1919-09-12

! sns said. II suppose that's because
| It's growing. As 1t grows bigger 1t
seem5 ho get ashamed Of itself, SO 1t
makes this cloud and hides in it.
Papa Gays it used to be bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of 1t differently-he always has a
gentle look. particular tone of voice,
I've DOticed. He must have been very
fond of 1t. From the why he talks
you'd think life here then was just
one long midsummer serenade. He
declares 1t was always sunshiny, that
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that, as he remembers it, there
always seemed to be gold dust in the
air. I doubt it! I think it doesn't
seem to be duller air to him now
just on account of having little SCOT
in 1t sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here is just his being young that
he remembers. 1 think it was just
youth. 1t is pretty pleasant to be
young. isn't it?"
you're funny girl" George said
gently. 'But your voice sounds pretty
nice when you think and talk along to-
gether like that !"
The horse shook himself all over,
and the impatient sleighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
tightened the reins, and the cutter was
of again at a three-,uinute trot, no
despicable rate of speed. 1t was not
long before they were again passing
Lucy's Beautiful House, and here
| George thought fit to put an appendix
to his remark. you're a funny girl,
| and you know a lot-but I don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
turei"
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was strange silhou-
cite. 1t approached moderately and
| without visible means Of progression,
so the matter seemed from distance ;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
tance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. Morgan's horseless carriage, con-
veying four people atop: Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him. and,
in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George Anderson. All
four seemed to be in the lIveliest hu-
NOR, like high-spirited people upon a
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
"For the Lords sakew George
gasped.
ssVnrn ronfhnrso Cofd mo-
"And she does wear the most bewitch-
ing thingsl She looked like Russian
princess, though doubt II they're that
handsome"
George said nothing; he drove on
till they had crossed Anderson addi-
tion and reached the stone pillars at
the head of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said.
''It certainly is the weirdest, era
ziest-"
He left the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again in sight of
the old sewing machine. George shout
| ed mockingly.
Alas three figures stood in the road,
and pair Of legs with the toes turned
up indicated that fourth figure lay
| upon its back in the snow beneath q
horseless carriage that had decided to
need horse.
George became vociferous with
laughter, and coming up to his trot-
ter's best gait, snow spraying from
runners and every hoof, swerved to
the side of the road and shot by shout
ing, "Git a hossi Git a hossl Git a
hoss II"
Three hundred yards away he turned
and cafne back, racing; leaning out
as he passed. to wave jeeringly at the
group about the disabled machine
''Git a hossl Git hoss! Git a"
| The trotter had broken into gallop
and Lucy cried a warning: "Be care
| full" she said. "Look where you're
| drivingi There's ditch on that side
| Look"
George turned too late; the cutters
| right runner went into the ditch and
snapped off; the little sleigh upset
and, after dragging its occupants some
| fifteen yards, left them lying together
In bank of snow. Then the vigorous
| young horse kicked himself free OF
all Ennoyances and disappeared down
| the road, galloping cheerfully.
CHAPTER VII.