Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-09-23

anything to be insulted forl' he said.
Il don't see that what said was par
ticularly fresh.''
mo, indeedI"
'Then what do you"
She laughed gayly 81 don'tl And
l don't mind your being such a lofty
person at all. l think it's ever so
interesting-but papa's a great man Y
rs hep" George decided to be
good-natured. "Well, let US hope so.
| hope SO, I'm sure"
Looking at him keenly, she saw that
the magnificent youth was incredibly
sincere in this bit of graciousness.
She shook her head in gentle wonder.
'sTm just beginning to understand"
she said.
Understand what?"
what it means to be a real Am
berson in this town. Papa told me
something about it before we came,
but l see he didn't say half enough !"
George superbly took this all for
tribute. did your father say he
knew the family before he left here?'
Eyes. 1 believe he was particularly
friend of your Uncle George; and
he didn't say so, but l imagine he
must have known your mother very
well, too. He wasn't an inventor
then; he was a young lawyer. The
town was smaller in those days, and
believe he was quite well known"
81 dare say. I've no doubt the fam
lily are all very glad to see him back.
especially if they used to have him
at the house q good deal, as he told
you"
81 don't think he meant to boast of
it," she said "He spoke quite
calmly" she retorted as her partner
for the next dance arrived
She took wing away on the breeze
of the waltz, and George, having
stared gloomily after her for few
moments, postponed filling an engage
ment, and strolled round the fuctu-
ating outskirts of the dance to where
his uncle, George Anderson, stood
smilingly watching, under one of the
rose-vine arches at the entrance to
the room.
"Hello, young namesake," said the
uncle. "Why fingers the laggard heel
of the dancer? Haven't you got
partner?"
"She's sitting around waiting for
me somewhere" said George. "See
here: Who is this fellow Morgan that
Aunt Fanny Minafer was dancing
with a while agO?"
Anderson laughed. Hes a man
with a pretty daughter, George. Me
seemed you've been spending the eve
ming noticing something of that sort
or do 1 err"
"Never p2i01 What sort is he?"
81 think Wen have to give him
character, George. He's an old
friend; used to practice law here
perhaps he had more debts than cases,
but he paid 'em all up before he left
town. Your question Is purely mer-
cenary, l take tt: you want to know
his true worth before proceeding fur
Their with the daughter. l cannot in
form you. though l notice signs of
considerable prosperity in that be-
coming dress of hers. However. you
never can tell. 1t is an age when ev-
cry sacrifice is made for the young,
and how your own poor mother man
aged to provide those genuine pearl
studs for you out of her allowance
from father l can't"
ooh, dry upH' said the nephew. 81
understand this Morgan"
"Mr. Eugene Morgan" his uncle
suggested. "Politeness requires that
the young should"
81 guess the young didn't know
much about politeness in your day,"
George interrupted. 81 understand
that Mr.. Eugene Morgan used to be
a great friend of the family. The way
he was dancing with Aunt Fanny"
Anderson laughed. I'm afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
by ancient recollections, George"
"You meant she used to be silly
about him.
"She wasn't considered singular"
said the uncle. HE was-he was
popular. Gould you bear a question p
"What do you mean: could Il
bear" /
Il only wanted to ask: Do you take
this same passionate interest In the
parents of every girl you dance with?
Perhaps it's new fashion we old
bachelors ought to take up. Is it the |
thing this year to"
"Oh, go ont" said George, moving
away. II only wanted to know" He |
left the sentence unfinished. and |
and crossed the room to where a girl !
sat waiting for his nobility to find |
time to fulfill his contract with her
for this dance.
Pardon f keep wait" he muttered, |
as she rose brightly to meet him; and |
she seemed pleased that he came at |
all. He danced with her perfunctor- |
riiy, thinking the while of Mr.. Eugene |
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely |
enough his thoughts dweIt more upon |
the father than the daughter, though |
George could not possibly have given |
a reason-even to himself-for this |
disturbing preponderance
BY coincidence, though not an |
odd one, the thoughts and conversa-
ton of Mr.. Eugene Morgan at this !
very time We're concerned with |
George Anderson Min1fer, rather cas- /
ually, it is true. Mr. Morgan had re-
tired TO room set apart for smok-
ing. on the second floor, and had
found grizzled gentleman lounging
in solitary possession.
I
claimed, rising with great heartiness.
Il don't believe you know meT'
yes. / do, Fred Kinneyr' Mr.. Nor
gan returned with equal friendliness.
your real face-the one / used to
know-its just underneath the one
you're masquerading in tonight. You
ought to have changed it more if you
wanted a disguise"
Twenty years! :" said Mr.. Kinney.