Cleveland County herald., 1919-10-30

Dear Lucy: No doubt you Will DC sur prised at hearing from me so soon again, especially as this makes two in answer to the one received from you since getting back to the old place. l hear you have been making comments about me at the theater, that some actor was more demo- cratic in his manners than l am, which l do not understand You know my theory of life because I explained 1t to you on our first drive together when I told you would not talk to everybody about things feel like the way I spoke to you of my theory of life. I believe those who are able should have a true theory of life, and I developed my theory of life long, long ago..
 We'll, here I sit smoking my faithful briar pipe, indulging in the fragrance of my tabac as I look out on the campus from my many-paned window, and things are different with me from the way they were way back in freshman year. I can see now how boyish in many ways I was then. I believe what has changed me as much as anything was my visit home at the time I met you. So I sit here with my faithful briar and dream the old dreams over as it were, dreaming of the waltzes we wa1tzed together and of that last night before we parted, and you told me the good news you were going to live there, and I would find my friend waiting for me when l get home next summer.
 I will be glad my friend will be waiting for me. I am not capable of friendship except for the very few, and, looking back over my life, remember there were times when I doubted if l could fex great friendship for anybody-espe1y girls Here in the old place I do not believe in being hail-fellow- wellmet with every Tom, Dick and Harry just because lie happens to be a classmate any more than 1 do at home, where I have always been careful who I was seen with, largely on account of the family, but also because my disposition ever since my boyhood has been to encourage real intimacy from but the few.
 From several letters from my mother, and one from Aunt Fanny hear you are seeing a good deal of the family since l left. I hope sometimes you think of the member who is absent. I got silver frame for your photograph in New York, and I keep it on my desk It is the only girls photograph I ever took the trouble to have framed though, as I told you frankly I have had any number of other girls photographs, yet all were only pass ing fancies and oftentimes I have ques- toned in years past if I was capable of much friendship toward the feminine sex, which I usually found shallow until our own friendship began When I look at your photograph I say to myself, "At last, at last here Is one that will not prove shallow
 Friend, this Is from your friend
 G. A. M
 Georges anticipations were not dis appointed. When he came home in June his friend was awaiting him; at least she was so pleased to see him again that for a few minutes after their first encounter she was a little breathless and 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 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, renovat- ing, vanishing and lawsuits. But the Major, declining to hear him out, in terrupted querulously, 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 it get 50 looking so rusty that riff raff dared to make fun of it. For George had lately undergone the an- noyance of calling upon the Morgans, in the rather stuffy red velours and gilt parlor of their apartment at the hotel, one evening when Mir. 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, Mir. 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, MT. Morgan. l shall take pleasure in calling at some other time when more courteous sort of people may be present" Look here!" the hot-headed Fred burst out Don't you try to make me out boor, George Minafer 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 boor I won't"
 But George walked out in the very course of his vehement protest, and it was necessarily left unfinished. Mir. Kinney remained only few moments after Georges departure ;