The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1919-10-17
CHAPTER VIlI-Continued.

In the matter of coolness George
met Lucy upon her own predeter-
mined ground; in fact. he was here
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftier and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks. and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty. 1t
had worn itself out and they forgot it.
The Major had taken 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 terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was." the Major laughed when she
demonstrated. "He came up here
with my son George and some others
for a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into bass fiddle, and the
poor musicians just gave up That
serenade was just before Isabel was
married-and don't you fret, Miss
Lucy: your father remembers 1t well
enough" The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. 1.-THE fact
is" the Major went on hllariously, II
believe If Eugene hadn't broken that
bass fiddle and given himself away
Isabel would never have taken Will
bur! l shouldn't be surprised II that
kvas about all the reason that Wilbur
got her What do you think, VIII
bur?'
Il shouldn't be surprised" said VIII
bur placidy. IF your notion is right
Tn glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard run !"
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 blusbing!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel but
h. laughed without any sign of embar-
IT. ssment other than his heightened
color. "There's another important
tldng-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 quick glance, al
warm approval, and there was muir
muir of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
iy enough, for the most part. and a
night before George went back to be-
a junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY If 1t had not been a happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about 1t, he an
swered. "Oh. I suppose so. Why?'
Il just thought 1t would be nice Il
hear you say So" she said, smiling
ITS seemed to me that it must have
been a happy summer for you--a rea
summer of roses and wine'-withou
the wine. perhaps. Gather We rose:
while We mayor was 1t primroses
Time does really fly, or perhaps IT.
like the sky--and smoke"
George was puzzled. ut strikes mi
you're getting mixed. l don't SEE
much resemblance between time ant
the sky. or between things and smok,
wreaths; but l do see one reason you
like Lucy Morgan so much. Sh'
talks that same kind of wistful
TO say / mind 1t in either of you, be
cause / rather like to listen to 1t
and you've got very good voice
mother. It's nice TO listen to- no mat
ter how much smoke and sky, an,
so on, you talk. Sos Lucy's, for tina
matter; and / see why you're con
genial. She talks that way to he
father, too; and he's right there witt
the same kind Of CUFF. Well, It's al
right with mel I've got plenty t
think about when people drool along |!
She pressed his hand to her cheek
and tear made a tiny warm strea
across one Of his knuckles.
For heavens sakew he sale
whats the matterf Isn't everythin
all right?"
you're going awayl l never ca
bear to see you go-that's the mos
of it. I'm a little bothered about you
father, too"
"Whyr'
at seems to me he looks so bat
Everybody thinks So"
"What nonsensei" George laughed
~He's been looking that way all sun