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


"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 90 that fastp
"They go that fast already, some.
times.Y
Yes" said George; "they do-for
about hundred feetl Then they give
yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith In horseless car
rlages, for she laughed and said moth
Ing The cold air was polka-dotted
with snOwflakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jIngIlng 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 heetest no
more than just touched the flying cut
ter, though hundred soggy mittens
grasped for It, then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged fiat In the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug-
ging up that fiat thOroughfare a thing
which some day was 10 spoil all their
sleightlme merrlment-saVe for the
rashest and most disObedient. 1t was
vaguely like a topless surrey. but cum
brous with unwholesOme excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whlrred and howled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to a con-
trivance so nOnsensical and yet so
fearsome. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
gies in their lungs, so that up and
down the street the one cry shrilled
"Glt a hossl Git boss
Git boss Mister, why don't you git
a hoss| But the mahOut in charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
unconcerned-he laughed, and now
and then ducked a SNOWFALL without
losing any of his good-nature. It was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a cOuntenance between the |
visor of q deer-stalker cap !
md the collar of fuzzy gray ulster.
cit a boss !" the children shrieked,
md gruffer voices joined them, "Git
4 boss Git boss Git a boss /"
George Minafer was correct thus |
ar; the twelve miles an hour of such |
| machine would never overtake |
Georges trOtter. The cutter was al
'eady scurrying between the stone pill
ars at the entrance to ANDERSON adj
litiOn.
That's my grandfather's," said |
George, nOdding toward the Anderson
mansion.
81 ought to know thatw Lucy ex-
claimed. "We stayed there late enough
asst night: papa and 1 were almost |
he last to go. He and your mother
md Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
'iclans to play another waltz when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the fiddles were being put away
n their cases. Papa danced part Of |
t with Miss Mlnafer and the rest with |
your mother. Miss Minafer's your |
lunt, isn't she?"
YES; she lives with us. That's our
louise just beyond grandfather's," He
waved scalskin gauntlet to Indicate
he house Major Anderson had built
or Isabel as a wedding gift. He
rowned as they passed a closed car
iage and pair. The body of this COM
ortable vehicle sagged slightly to one
tide; the paint was old and scanned
With hundreds of minute cracks like
title rivers on black map the
'Oachman, fat and elderly darby,
eemed to browse upon the box; but