Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-11-18

be SO kind as to send her word that
I'm here"
George made not the slightest move
ment.
NO" he said.
Eugene was incredulous, even when
his second glance revealed how hot of
eye was the haggard young man be-
fore him. II beg your pardon.
said"
Il heard you," said George. 'You
said you had an engagement with my
mother, l told you, mol"
Eugene gave him a steady look, and
then he asked quietly: "What is the
the difficulty?"
George kept his own voice quiet
enough. but that did not mitigate the
vibrant fury of it. "My mother viii
have no interest in knowing that you
came for her today" he said. "Or any
other day."
Eugene continued to look at him
with a scrutiny in which began to
CLEAN profound anger, none the less
powerful because il was so quiet. Il
am afraid I do not understand YOU"
Il doubt if 1 could make it much
palmer" George said, raising his
voice slightly. "but I'll try. You're
not wanted in this house, Mr.. Morgan,
now or at any other time. Perhaps
you'll understandable !"
And with the last words he closed
the door in Eugene's face.
Then, not moving away, he stood
just inside the door. and noted that
the misty silhouette remained upon
the frosted glass for several moments,
as if the forbidden gentleman debated
in his mind what course to pursue.
LET him ring again r. George thought
grimly. Cor try the side door-or the
kitchenw
But Eugene made no further at
tempt; the silhouette disappeared ;
footsteps could be heard withdrawing
across the floor of the veranda; and
George, returning to the window in
the reception ROOM" was rewarded
by the sight of an automobile manu-
facturer in baffled retreat, with al!
his wOoing furs and finerieS mOcking
him. Observing the heaviness of his
movements as he climbed into the ton
neau, George INDUCED in a sickish
throat rumble which bore a distant
cousinship to mirth.
He went to the library, and, seat
ing himself beside the table whereon
he had placed the photograph of his
father. picked up book, and pretend
ed to be engaged in reading it.
Presently ISabelS buoyant step was
heard descending the stairs. She came
into the library, a fur coat over her
arm. ready to put on, and two wells
round her small black hat, her right
hand engaged in buttoning the glove
upon her left; and. as the large room
contained too many pieces of heavy
furniture, and the inside shutters ex-
cluded most of the light of dag, she
did not at once perceive Georges
presence. Instead, she went to the bay
window at the end of the room, which
afforded view of the street. and
glanced out expectantly; then bent
her attention upon her glove; after
that. looked out toward the street
again, and turned toward the interior
of the room.
"Why. George I"
She came, leaned over from behind
him, and there was a faint, exquisite
odor as from distant apple blossoms
as she kissed his cheek. Dear, ]
waited lunch almost an hour for YOU
but you didn't comet Did you lunch
out somewhere"
eyes" He did not look up from the
book.
did you have plenty to eatr"
eyes"
A tinl1ling bell was audible, and she
moved to the doorway into the hall.
I'm going out driving, dear. II
She interrupted herself to address the
hOusemaid, who was passing through
the hall: II think it's Mr.. Morgan,
Mary. Tell him I'll be there at once"
"Yes, ma'am."
Mary returned "'Twas a peddler
ma'am."
Another One?" Isabel said, sur.
prised. 81 thought you said it was a
peddler when the bell rang a little
while ago"
Mister George said it was, ma'am
he went to the door," Mary informed
her, disappearing.
There seem to be a great many OF
Them" Isabel unused. "What did
yours want to sell, Georgeg
"He didn't say
"YOu must have cut him off short ~
she laughed; and then, still standing
in fhp doorway she nOticnd tho hiu