Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-10-03
CHAPTER VI.


The appearance of Miss Lucy Nor
ean the next day. as. she sat in
Georges fast cutter, proved so charm
ing that her escort was stricken 10
soft words instantly and failed to con-
troll a poetic impulse ''You look
like" he said. ''Your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on
lump Of coal. / mean IA snowflake
that would be rose-leaf toor
Perhaps you'd better look at the
reins," she returned. "We almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
your cheeks for snowflake" he con-
tinued. whats that fairy story about
snow-white and rose-red-"
Were going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
ferl'
"WeII, YOU see, I'm only here for
two weeks
II mean the sleigh!' she explained.
"We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh. they'll keep out of the way"
That's very patrician charioteeer-
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an hour"
That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
''He can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. 81 suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to go that fastr
"They go that fast already, some
tines"
"Yes," eaid George; 'they do--for
about a hundred feet! Then they give
yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith in hcrseless car
risges, for she laughed and said moth
ias. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowhakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jingling Of sleigh
bells. Boys and girls, all aglow and
painting jets of vapor, darted at the
passing sleighs to ride on the runners,
or sought to rope their sleds to any
vehicle whatever, but the fieetest no
more than just touched the flying cut
ter, though a hundred soggy mittens
grasped for it, then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged flat in the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug-
g'ng up THAI fiat thoroughfare a thing
which some cay was 10 spoil all their
sleightime merriment--save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like topless surrey, but cum
0rous with unwholesome excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred End howled and seemed
to stagger. The rtde-stealers made no
sttempt to fasten their sleds to con-
rivslce so nonsensical and yet so
Tearsome. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
gles In their lungs, so that up and
uown the street the one cry shrilled
increasingly: "Git a hossl Git a boss
Hit hosSl Mister, why don't you git
hoss?" Rut the mahout in charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
unconcerned--he laughed, and Dew
and then ducked a SNOWFALL without
losing any of his good-nature. 1t was
ar. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful countenance between the
forward visor of a deer-stalker cap
ahd the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster
Git a boss !" the children shrieked
ana gruffer voices joined them. Git
boss Git a boss! Git a boss !"
George Minafer was correct thus
sar; the twelve miles an hour of such
. machine would never overtake
George's trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone pill
iars at the entrance to Anderson adj
dition.
That's my grandfather's," said
Neorge, nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
I ought to know THAR Lucy ex-
claimed. I'VE stayed there late enough
iast night: papa and / we're almost
me last to go. He and your mother
ana Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
Sicians to play another waltz when
Fesybody else had gone downstairs
ana the fiddles were being put away
a their cases. Papa danced part Of
II with Miss Minafer and the rest with
Your mother. Hiss AIinafer's your
aunt. isn't aheT
les; she lives with Us. That's our
mouse Just beyond grandfather's," He
waved a sealskin gauntlet TO indicate