The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-10-10
By
Booth Harrington

breathless and a 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 q
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, removal
ing, vanishing and lawsuits. But the
Major, declining to hear him out, in
terrupted ENORMOUSLY, saying that he
had enough to bother him without any
advice from George; and retired to
his library, going so far as to lock
the door audibly.
Second childhoodw 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 a good thing to have someone in
charge of the Estate who wouldn't
let 1t get to looking so rusty that riff
raft dared to make fun of 1t. For
GnnrO0 hoA Iof h.
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. ]
shall take pleasure in calling at some
other time when more courteous
sort Of people may be present"
Look here!" the hot-header Fred
burst out. "Don't you try to make me
out boor, George Minafer! I wasn't
limiting anything at you; simply for
got all about your grandfather own.
ing this old building. Don't you try
to put me in the light Of a boorl
won't"
But George walked out in the very
course Of his vehement protest, and
it was necessarily left unfinished.
Mr.. Kinney remained only 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 q condition Of immoderate
laughter.
'Tt brings things back sol" he
managed to explain. "This very Fred
Kinney's father and young Georges
father, Wilbur Minafer, used to dc
just such things when they were al
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 q
boorP 7 shall take pleasure in call.
ing at some time when a more cour.
teous sort Of people" He was I'm.
able to go on.
Papa, I think they were shocking
Weren't they awful!"
"Just-just boysw he moaned, wip.
ing his eyes.
But Lucy could not smile at all; she
was beginning to look indignant. 81
can forgive that poor Fred Kinney
she said. Hes just blundering-but
George-oh, George behaved out.
rageouslyw
She came and sat upon the arm of
his chair. Papa, why should George
behave like that?"
Hes sensitive"
"Ratheri But why is he? He does
anything he likes to, without any re-
gard for what people think. Then