Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1919-11-27
CHAPTER Vi.

The appearance Of Miss Lucy Nor
gan the next day, as she sat in
Georges fast cutter. proved so charm
ing that her escort was stricken to
soft words instantly and failed to con-
troll a poetic impulse. "You look
Hike" he said. 'Your face looks
1ike-st looks like a snowflake on a
lump Of coal. / mean IA snowflake
that would be a rose-leaf tool"
perhaps you'd better look at the
Eelns," she returned. "We almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
Four cheeks for a snowflake" he con-
tinued. whats that fairy story about
anOw-white and rose-red-"
''We're going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
6erw
"well, you see. I'm only here for
two weeks"
II mean the sleighl" she explained.
''We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh. they'll keep out Of the way"
'That's very patrician charioteeer-
ing, but it seems to me horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an houT."
That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
rHe can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. II suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to go that fast!''
@They go that fast already, some
times"
"Yes," said George; "they do-for
about a hundred feetI Then they give
. yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith in horseless car
Eiages. for she laughed and said roth
Eng. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowf1akes, and trembIed to the
loud, continuous jingling 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 feetest no
more than just touched the flying cut
ker, though q hundred soggy mittens
Gragped for It, then reeled and whirled
iii sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged fiat in the
snow and lay a-sprawI, rejecting.
Bus there came painting and chug-
Eing UP that fat thoroughfare thing
which some day was 10 spoil all their
sIeightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. It was
vaguely like q topless surrey, but cum
brous with unwholesome excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred and howled and seemed
20 stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to con-
Grivance so nonsensical and yet so
fearsome. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
giles in their lungs, SO that up and
down the street the one cry shrilled
increasingly: "Git hossi Git a boss
Git hossI Mister, why don't you git
q hOssP 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. 1t was
Dir. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a countenance between the
forward visor of a deer-stalker cap
and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster.
'tGit a hOssl" the children shrieked,
and gruffer voices joined them. "Git
! hossl Git a hossl Git q hoSsI''
George Minafer was correct thus
bar; the twelve miles an hour of such
! machine would never overtake
Ge0rge's trotter. The cutter was al |
ready scurTying between the stone pill |
ars ct the entrance 70 Anderson adj !
Hilton.
saThat's my grandfather's." said |
George, nodding toward the Anderson |
mansion.
Fl ought 30 know thati" Lucy ex-
aaimed. "We stayed there late enough |
ast night: papa and / were almost |
he last 30 20. He and your mother |
nd Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
fcians TO play another waits when
everybody else had gone downstairs
nd the n1dIes were being put away
! their cases. Papa danced part Of
with Miss Mlnafer and the rest with
,our mother Hiss Minafer's your
mt. isn't sheG-
.sEes; she lives with rs. That's our
puse 1ust beyond gFandfather's. he
aeesi ! sHElsln gauntlet to indicate ]