Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-10-07

dressing-and rehearsing.
The Hon. George ANDERSON was a
! congressman who led cotillions-the
sort of congressman an ANDERSON
would be. He did it negligently to-
night, yet with infallible dexterity,
now and then glancing humorously at
the spectators, people of his own age.
George had carried out his re-
hearsed projects with precision. He
had given Miss Morgan a nod studied
into perfection during his lengthy toll
! let before dinner. "Oh, yes, / do
seem to remember that curious little
| outsider" this nod seemed to say.
Thereafter all cognizance of her evap-
Grated: the curious little outsider was
| permitted no further existence worth
the struggle. Nevertheless she flashed
In the corner of his eyes too often.
She seemed to be having a wonder
full timer"
An unbearable soreness accumulat-
ed in his chest: his dislike of the girl
and her conduct increased until he
thought of leaving this sickening As
sembly and going home to bed. That
would show her! But just then he
| heard her laughing and decided that
1t wouldn't show her. So he remained.
When the young couples seated
| themselves in chairs against the walls
round three sides of the room for the
cotillion George joined a brazen-faced
group clustering about the doorway
youths with no partners, yet eligible
to be "called out" and favored. He
marked that his uncle placed the in
fernal Kinney and Miss Morgan, as
the leading couple, in the first chairs
at the head of the line upon the lead
er's right; and this disloyalty on the
part of Uncle George was inexcusable,
for in the family circle the nephew
had often expressed his opinion of
Fred Kinney. In his bitterness George
uttered significant monosyllable.
The music flourished, whereunon
Mr.. Kinney, Miss Morgan and six of
their neighbors rose and waltzed
knowingly. Mr.. Amberson's whistle
blew; then the eight young people
|
given toys and trinkets wherewith to
delight the new partners it was aow
their privilege to select.
George strolled with a bored air to
the tropical grove, where sat his eld-
srs, and seated himself beside his
Uncle Sydney. His mothe. leaned
across Miss Fanny. raising her voice
| he
George, nobody will be able to see
you here. You'll not be favored. You
ought to be where you can dance"
Don't care to- he returned.
"Bore!"
But you ought" She stopped
and laughed, waving her fan to direct
his attention behind him. Look
Over your shoulder
He turned and discovered Miss
Lucy Morgan in the act of Offering
him purple toy balloon.
Il found you!" she laughed.
George was startled. well" ne
said
would you rather sit 1t outY"
Lucy asked quickly as he did not
move. Il don't care to dance If
you"
NO" he said, rising. at would be
better to dance" His tone was SOL
emn, and solemnly he departed with
her from the grove. Solemnly he
danced with her.
Four times, with not the slightest
encouragement, she brought him a
favor: four times in succession.
When the fourth came. 'Look here r.
said George huskily. 'You going to
keep this Up all night? What do you
mean by it?'
For an instant she seemed con-
fused. That's what cotillions are
for, aren't they?" she murnIured.
"What do you mean: what they're
for"
$50 that a girl can dance with
person she wants to-"
Georges huskiness increased. "weIl.
do you mean you-you want to dance
with me all the time-all EVENING""
well, this much of it-evidently !"
she laughed.
rs ii because you want to even
things up for making me angry-I
mean for hurting my feelings e. The
way homer"
With her eyes averted-for girls of
nineteen can be as shy IS bovs
sometimes - she said. swell -you
only got angry because couldr t
dance the cotillion with you. II
didn't feel terribly hurt with YOU for
getting angry about thatP'
was there any other reason? Did
my telling you 1 liked you have any
thing to do with it7"
| She looked up gently and as George
met her eyes something exquisiteIy
touching yet queerly delightful gave
him catch in the throat She looked
instantly away, and. turning. ran ont
from the palm grove. where they
stood. TO the dancing floor.
| Come onr' she cried. Lets
dancerr
See here-I-I-" he stammered.
You mean Do you"
NO. no. she laughed. Lets
dancer
he put his arm about her almost
TREMENDOUSLY and they began to waltz.
1t was a happy dance for both of
them.
Christmas day is the children's but
the holidays are youths dancing
time. The holidays belong 10 the
early twenties and the teens, home
rom school and colleg It is the
iveliest time in life. ia happiest OF
he irresponsible times II life Moth
rs echo its happiness nothing Is