The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1919-09-25


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George would" Georges father re-
marked. "That's what he's gone to
do"
Mr.. Minafer was not mistaken: that
was what his son had gone to do.
Lucy and her father were just rising
from their dinner table when the
stirred youth arrived at the front
door of the new house. 1t was q cot
tage, however, rather than q house;
and Lucy had taken free hand with
the architect, achieving results in
white and green outside and white
and blue inside to such effect of youth
and daintiness that her father COM
planned of too much springtime !"
The whole place, including his own
bedroom, was q young damseps bou-
doir, he said, so that nowhere could
he smoke cigar without feeling like
a ruffian. However, he was smoking
when George arrived, and he encour-
aged George to join him In the pas
time, but the caller, whose air was
both tense and preoccupled, declined
with something like agitation.
~ never smoke-that is. I'm sell
dom-I mean, no, thanks" he said.
II mean not at all. I'd rather not"
"Aren't you well, George?" Eugene
asked. looking at him in perplexity.
"Have you been overworking at col
lege? You do look rather pa"
81 don't work." said George. 81
mean 1 don't work. / think, but !
don't work. I only work at the end
of the term. There isn't much to do"
Eugene's perplexity was little de-
creased, and a tinkle Of the doorbell
afforded him obvious relief. "It's my
foreman" he said, looking at his
watch. "rll take him out In the yard
TO talk. This is no place for a fore
man." And he departed, leaving the
living room" to Lucy and George.
whats wrong, George?" she asked
softly.
"What do you mean: What's
wrongY What makes you think any
things wrong with me?"
"You do look pale, as papa said,
and it seemed to me that the way you
talked sounded-well, a little con-
fused"
"See herel" George stepped close
to her. "Are you glad to see me-"
"You needn't be so fierce about tw
Lucy protested, laughing at his dra-
matte intensity. "Of course am
Do tell me what's the matter with
you, Georgew
81 willw he exclaimed. 81 was
boy when I saw you last. I see that
now, though / didn't then. Well, I'm
not a boy any longer. I'm man. and
a man has right to demand totally
different treatment"
81 don't seem to be able to under
stand you at all, George. Why
shouldn't a boy be treated Just as
well as a manf
George seemed to find himself at a
loss. "Why shouldn't Well, he
shouldn't, because a man has a right
to certain explanations"
what in the world do you want me
to explain?"
"Your conduct with Fred Kinney"
George shouted.
Lucy uttered a sudden cry of
laughter; she was delighted. 'It's
been awfull" she said. 81 don't know
that 1 ever head Of worse misbe-
haviorl Papa and have been twice
m dinnar x.,tth hto Fopo1u oD1 I,va
been three times to church with Fred
and once to the circusi 1 don't
know when they'll be here to arrest
me-"
"Stop thatl" George commanded
f1ercely. II want to know just one
thing, and I mean to know 1t, tool"
whether enjoyed the circusf'
II want to know IL you're engaged
to himr"
"No" she cried, and lifting her
face close to his for the shortest In
slant possible, she gave him a look
half merry, half defiant, but all fond.
1t was an adorable look.
'Lucyl" he said huskily.
But she turned quickly from him,
and ran to the other end of the room.
He followed awkwardly, stammering:
Lucy, want-I want to ask you.
VIII you-will you-will you be en-
gagged to met"
She stood at window, seeming to
look out into the summer darkness,
her back to him.
'No," she murmured, just audlbly.
"Why mott"
you're too young"
as that" he said, gulping-"is
that the only reason you wont2"
She did not answer.
AS she stood persistently staring
out of the window with her back to
him she did not see how humble his
attitude had become; but his voice
was low, and 1t shook so that she
could have no doubt of his emotion.
Lucy, please forgive me for making
such a row." he said, thus gently.
i've beehive been terribly upset
terribly You know how feel about
you, and always have felt about you.
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