The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-09-25

little mbfftered, expressed F''nseH
In a short outburst Of laughter: Well,
I ought to have seen It'll"
"Seen what?"
'That you might turn out to be q
girl who'd like a fellow Of the e q
headed Kinney sort. I ought to have
see 1t from the frst!"
Lucy bore her disgrace lightly. "Oh,
dancing a cotillion with a person
doesn't mean that you like him-but
1 don't see anything In particular the
matter with Mr.. Kinney. What Isl"
IT prefer not to discuss it," said
George curtly. "He's an enemy Of
mine"
"Why?'
II prefer not to discuss It,"
swell, but"
II prefer not to discuss it"
"Very Well" She began to hum the
air of the song which Mr.. George Am
berson was now discoursing, 30 moon
Of my delight that knows no wane"-
and there was no further conversation
on the back seat.
The contrivance stopped with a
h~eart-shaking jerk before Isabers
house. The gentlemen jumped down,
helping Isabel and Fanny to descend /;
there were friendly leavetakings-and
n that was not precisely friendly.
"It's 'au revoir' till tonight, isn't It."
Lucy asked, laughing.
"Good afternoon I" said George, and
he did not wait, as his relatives did, to
see the old sewing machine start brisk
ly down the street, toward the Shar-
ons'; its lighter load consisting now
Of only Mr.. Morgan and his daughter.
George went into the house at once.
He found his father reading the
evening paper in the library. "Where
are your mother and your Aunt Fan
N.Y." Mr.. Minafer inquired, not look
ing up.
They're coming" said his son and,
casting himself heavily into a chair,
stared at the fire.
His prediction was verified a few
moments later; the two ladies came
in cheerfully, unfastening their fur
cloaks. "It's all right, Georgia." said
Isabel. "Your Uncle George called to
US that Pendennis got home safely.
Put your shoes close to the fire, dear,
or else go and change them"
Look here" said George abruptly.
"How about this man Morgan and his
old sewing machine2 Doesn't he want
to get grandfather to put money into
it2 Isn't he trying to work Uncle
George for that? Isn't that what he's
up tor
It was Miss Fanny who responded.
"You little silly!" she cried, with sur
prising sharpness. what on earth
are you talking about? Eugene Nor
gan's perfectly able to finance his own
inventions these days."
"He strikes me as that sort Of
man." George answered doggedly.
Isn't he, fatherT'
Minafer set down his paper for the
moment. "He was a fairly wild young
fellow twenty years ago." he said,
glancing at his wife absently. HE
was like you in one thing, George: he
spent too much ~money-only he didn't
have any mother to get money out Of
a grandfather for him, so he was usu-
ally in debt. But / believe I've heard
he's done fairly well of late years.
No, l can't say 1 think he's a swim
dler, and 1 doubt If he needs anybody
else's money to back his hOrseless car
riage."
well, what's he brought the old
thing here for, then? People that own
elephants don't take their elephants
around with 'en when they go visit
ing. What's he got it here for?"
I'm sure I don't know" said Mr..
Minafer, resuming his paper. "You
might ask him."
Isabel laughed and patted her hus-
bands shoulder again. Aren't VOC
going to dress? Aren't we all going
to the dancer
He groaned family. Aren't your
brother and George escorts enough
for you and FannyT"
wouldn't you enjoy it at all?"
"You know l don't"
Isabel let her hand remain upon
his shoulder a moment longer; she
stood behind him, looking into the fire,
George, watching her broodingly,
thought there was more color in her
face than the reflection Of the flames
accounted for. well, then" she said
i~ndulgently, "stay at home and be
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