Cleveland County herald., 1919-11-20

apartment building instead of these houSeS."
 "An apartment buildingl Here?"
 "Yes; that was my idea"
 George struck his hands together de- spairingly. "An apartment house! Oh, my Lord !"
 Don't worryl Your grandfather wouldn't listen to me, but he'll wish he had some day. He sticks it out that apartment houses will never do in town of this type, and when I pointed out to him that a dozen or so of 'em already are doing, he claimed it was just the novelty, and that they'd all be empty as soon as people got used to 'em. So he's putting up these houses" ]"
 "Is he getting miserly in his old age?"
 Hardly! Look what he gave Syd- ney and Amelia! !"
 q don't mean he's a miser, of ] course," said George. "But why on earth didn't he sell something or other rather than do a thing like this?"
 "As a matter of fact" Anderson re- turned coolly, q believe he has sold something or other, from time to time"
 ] q suppose you're joking-or trying top
 .That's the best way to look at it, , Anderson said amiably. "Take the whole thing as a joke-and in the meantime, if you haven't had your breakfast-"
 q haven't!"
 "Then if I were you Ed go in and get some. And"-paused, becoming seri- ous- "and if I were you I wouldn't say anything to your grandfather about this"
 q don't think I could trust myself to speak to him about it," said George. 'I want to treat him respectfully, be- cause he is my grandfather, but I don't believe I could if 1 talked to him about such thing as this !"
 And with gesture of despair, plain ly signifying that all too soon after leaving bright college years behind him he had entered into the full tragedy of life, George turned bitterly upon his heel and went into the house for his breakfast.
 His uncle, with his head whimsically upon one side, gazed after him not al- together unsympathetieally. Being philosopher he was not surprised, that afternoon in the course of drive he took in the old carriage with the Ma Nuhn upon the highway flashing along in his runabout with Lucy beside him and Pendennis doing better than three minutes.
 "He seems to have recovered" Am person remarked.
 "I beg your pardon"
 "Your grandson" Anderson ex- plained. "He was inclined to melan- choly this morning, but seemed jolly enough just now when they passed us''
 "What was he melancholy about? Not getting remorseful about all the money he's spent at college, was he?" The Major chuckled feebly, but with sufficient grimness. "I wonder what he thinks Pm made of" he concluded querulously.
 "Gold,' his son suggested, adding gently, "and he's right about part of you, father.'
 "What part?"
 .Your heart"
 The Major laughed ruefully. q SUD- pose that may account for how heavy it feels, sometimes. nowadays. This town seems to be rolling right over that old heart you mentioned, George rolling over it and burying it under When I think of those devilish work men digging up my lawn, yelling around my house."
 "Never mind, father. Don't think of it. When things are nuisance it's a good idea not to keep remembering em."
 T try not to-" the old gentleman murmured. q try to keep remember ing that I won't be remembering any thing very long" And, somehow con- vinced that this thought was mirth- full one, he laughed loudly and slapped his knee. "Not so very long now, my boy!" he chuckled, continuing to echo his own amusement "Not so very long. Not so very longl"