Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-09-19
By Booth
Harrington


berSons he never had worn and never
would wear swaller-tail coat. Mem
bers of his family had exerted their
influence uselessly at eighty-nine
conservative people seldom form rad
zeal new habits. and old John wore his
sunday srlt.' of black broadcloth to
the Anderson BAH. The coat was
square, with skirts TO the knees; old
john called 1t prince Albert" and
was well enough pleased with 1t, but
his great-nephew considered 1t the
next thing to an insult.
The large room had filled, and so
had the broad hall and the rooms on
the other side OF the hail. where there
were tables for whist. The imported
orchestra waited in the ballroom on
the third floor. but local harp. cello.
violin and flute were playing airs frem
THE Fencing Master" in the hall. and
pecple were shouting over the music.
OLD John Minafer'S voice was louder
and more penetrating than any other,
because he had been troubled with
deafness for twenty-five years. heard
his own voice hut family, and liked to
! hear 1t. "Smell o. flowers like this al
ways puts me in mind o. funerals" he
kept telling his niece, Fanny Mnafer.
who was with him; and ne seemed to
get great deal of satisfaction out of
this reminder. His tremulous yet stri-
dent voice cut through the voluminous
sound that filed the room. and he was
heard everywhere.
Presently Georges modification was
increased to hear this sawmill dronlng
harshly from the midst of the thick
ening crowd: "Ain't the danein' broke
out yet, Fanny? Hooplai Les push
through and go see the young women
| folks crack their heels Start the cir
Gus Hoopsey-daisyl Miss Fanny
Minafer. in charge of the lively vet
nephew George, but she did her duty
and managed to get old John through
the press and out to the broad stair
way, which numbers of young people
were now ascending to the ballroom.
George began to recover from the deg
radiation into which this relic Of early
settler days had dragged him. What
restored him completely was dark
eyed little beauty of nineteen, very
knowing in lustrous blue and Jet; at
sight of this dashiEg advent In the line
Of guests before him George was fully
an Anderson again.
Remember you very well indeed !"
he said. his graciousness more earnest
than any he had heretofore displayed.
Isabel heard him and laughed
'sBut you don't, Georger she said.
"You don't remember her vet, though
of course you will Miss Morgan is
| from out of town, and I'm afraid this
IS the first time you've ever seen her.
You might take her up to the dancing; ;
I think you've pretty well done your
duty here"
"Be d'lighted," George responded
formally, and offered his arm, not
with flourish, certainly, but with an
impressiveness inspired partly by the
appearance of the person to whom he
offered 1t, partly by his being the hero
of this fete, and partly by his youth
| fulness--for when manners are new
they are apt to be elaborate. The
little beauty intrusted her gloyed fin
gers to his coatsleeve, and they moved
away together.
As he conducted Miss Morgan
through the hall toward the stairway
they passed the open double doors of
cardroom, where some squadrons of
older people were preparing for ac-
tion. and, leaning gracefully upon the
manteIpiece Of this room, a tall man,
handsome, high-mannered and spar
klingly poInt-device, held laughing
converse with that queer-looklng duck,
the Sharon girls uncle. The tall gen
tleman waved a gracious salutation to
George, and Miss Morgan's curiosity
was stirred. "Who Is that7"
81 didn't catch his name when my
mother presented him TO me-" said
George. "You mean the queer-looking
duck"
ST mean the arIstocratIc duck"
''That's my Uncle George TIonor-
able George Anderson. l thought ey-
erybody knew him."
"He looks as though everybody
ought to know him." she said. ut
seems to run in your femily."
If she had any sly intention II
skipped over George harmlesslv.
swell. OF course. suppose most :
erybody does" he admitted-"out in
this part Of the country especially.
Besides Uncle George is In congress;
the family like to have someone
there"
"Whyf"
"WeIi, It's sort Of good thing in
one way. For instance, Uncle Sydney
ANDERSON and his wife, Aunt Amelia,
they haven't much Of anything to do
with themselyes--get bored to death
around here, Of course. Wen. prob
ably g'ncie GeorgeIl have Uncle Sgd
ney appointed minister or ambassador
or something like that. to Russia or
Italy or somewhere, and that'll make
q yaIaoeoF,f whom any of tha rest of