Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1919-12-04
CHAPTER VIII-contlnued.

In the matter Of coplness George
met Lucy upon her own predeter-
mined ground; in fact, he was there
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftler and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks, and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty: it
had worn itself out and they forgot it.
The Major had taken a great fancy
to her, insisting upon her presence
and her fathers at the Anderson fam
lily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to flirt
with old people, he said, as she sat
next him at the table on one Of these
Sunday occasions: and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was a ''terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was ~ the Major laughed when she
demonstrated. HE came up here
with my son George and some others
Cor a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into a bass fiddle, and the
poor musicians just gave up! That
serenade was just before Isabel was
warrled-and don't you fret, Miss
Lucy: your father remembers it well
enough" The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. "The fact
is," the Major went on hilariously, 81
believe If Eugene hadn't broken that
bass fiddle and given himself away
Isabel would never have taken Will
burt I shouldn't be surprised if that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got her! What do you think, VIII
bur2"
II shouldn't be surprised" said Will
bur placidy. "If your notion is right
I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me q hard rum"
The Major always drank three
glasses Of champagne at his Sunday
dinner, and he was finishing the third.
"What do you say about it, Isabel?
BY Jove!" he cried, pounding the
table, 'She's blushing!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
he laughed without any sign of embar-
rassmeDt other than his heightened
color. "There's another important
thing-that is, for me-" he said. "It's
the only thing that makes me forgive
that bass viOl for getting In my way"
''What is it?' the Major asked.
Lucy" said Morgan gently.
Isabel gave him a quick glance, all
warm approval. and there was muir
muir Of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
~ enough, for the most part, and at
the end seemed to fly. On the last
night before George went back to be
a junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY il it had not been happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about 1t, he an
swered. "Oh,i suppose SO. Why?"
Il Just thought it would be nice to
hear you say So" she said, smiling.
tits seemed to me that it must have
been a happy summer for you-a real
summer Of roses and wine'-without
the wine. perhaps. Gather We roses
while We mayor was It primroses?
Time does really fly, or perhaps it's
IKE the Sky-and smoke"
George was puzzled. "It strikes me
you're getting mixed. / don't see
much resemblance iyHtween time and
the sky, or between things and smoke
wreaths; but l do see one reason you
like Lucy Morgan so much. She
talks that same kind OF wistful.
moOny way sometimes-I don't mean
10 say mind 1t in either of you, be-
cauSe / rather like to listen to it,
and you've got a very good voice,
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
ter how much smoke and sky, and
SO on, you talk. Sos Lucy's, for that
matter; and i see why you're con-
genial She talks that way to her
fntller, too; and he's right there with
the same kind Of CUFF. Well, it's all
right with me! I've got plenty to
think about when people drool along!"
she pressed his hand to her cheek,
and tear made tiny warm streak
across one Of his knuckles.
ssFOT heavens saker' he scId.
what's the matter? Isn't everyth hing
an FighfT'
'sY0u're going awayi I never can
bear % see you go-that's the most
of Il. I'm little bothered about your
father. too.S
s'WhyT
sIk seems 20 me he looks - bad.
Everybody thinks So"
'vE7hak @onsenseT' George laughed.
rIaais been locking thar way MI sum-