The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-08-06

At this he was remorseful. 'All
right; wen turn and drive south
awhile till you get warmed up again.
] expect we have been going against
the wind about long enough. Indeed,
I'm soTyl"
He said, Indeed, I'm sorry" in a
nice way, and looked very strikingly
handsome when he said It, she
thought. No doubt it is true that
there is more rejoicing in heaven over
one sinner repented than over all the
saints who consistently remain holy,
and the rare, sudden gentlenesses OF
arrogant people have infinitely more
effect than the continual gentleness Of
gentle people. Arrogance turned
gentle melts the heart; and Lucy gave
her companion little sidelong, sunny
nod of acknowledgment. George was
dazzled by the quick glow of her eyes,
and found himself at loss for some
thing to say.
Having turned about he kept his
horse to a walk, and at this gait the
sleighbells tinkled but Internationally.
The snow no longer fell, and far
ahead, in a grayish cloud that lay upon
the land, was the town.
Lucy looked at this distant thicken-
ing reflection. "'When we get this far
out we can see there must be quite
little smoke hanging over the town"
she said. 81 suppose that's because
it's growing. AS it grows bigger 1t
seems to get ashamed of itself, so it
makes this cloud and hides in it.
Papa says it used to be bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of it differently-he always has
gentle look, particular tone of voice,
I've noticed. He must have been very
fond of it. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was just
one long midsummer serenade. He
declares 1t was always sunshiny, that
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that, as he remembers it, there
always seemed to be gold dust in the
air. doubt It'll / think 1t doesn't
seem to be duller air to him now
Just on account of having little SCOT
In 1t sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here is Just his being young that
he remembers l think 1t was just
youth. II is pretty pleasant to be
young, isn't It'll"
you're funny giri," George said
gently. But your voice sounds pretty
nice when you think and talk along to-
gether like that"
The horse shook himself all over,
and the impatient sleighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
frightened the reins, and the cutter was
of again at three-rninute trot, no
despicable rate of speed. 1t was not
long before they were again passing
Lucy's Beautiful House, and here
George thought fit to put an appendix
to his remark You're a funny girl
and you know a lot-but l don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
tnrer
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was strange silhou-
cite. It approached moderately and
without visible means of progression,
so the matter seemed from a distance;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
lance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. Morgan's horseless carriage, con-
veying four people atop: Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him, and,
in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George Anderson. All
four seemed to be in the livelest hui
NOR, like high-spirited people upon
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
"For the Lords sakep George
gasped.
"Your mothers q DEAR" said Lucy.
"And she does wear the most bewitch-
ing things! She looked like Russian
princess, though 1 doubt if they're that
handsome"
George said nothing; he drove on
till they nau crossed ANDERSON ad0l-
ton and reached the stone pillars at
the head of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said.
at certainly is the weirdest, era
ziest-"
He left the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again In sight Of
the old sewing machine. George shout
ed mockingly.
Alas three figures stood in the road,
and pair of legs with the toes turned
up indicated that a fourth figure lay
upon it's back in the snow, beneath a
.horseless carriage that had decided to
need a horse.
George became vociferous with
laughter, and coming up to his trot-
ter's best gait, snow spraying from
runners 'and every hoof, swerved to
the side of the road and shot by shout
ing, "Git boss Git a boss Git