The Glenwood post., 1919-11-01
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 10
soft words instantly and failed TO con
troll poetic impulse. you look
like" he said. your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on
lump Of coal. I mean IA snowflake
that would be rose-leaf tool"
Perhaps you'd better look at the
reins," she returned. I'VE almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
your cheeks for snowflake" he con-
tinued. whats that fairy story about
snow-white and rOse-red-"
Were going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
fer!"
"Well. you see. I'm only here for
TWO weeks"
Il mean the sleigh |" 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 1t seems to me horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an hour"
That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
~He can trot under three minutes. all
right" He laughed. I suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage to go that fastl"
'They go that fast already, some
times"
"Yes." said George; "they do-for
about hundred feeti Then they give
o yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith in horseless car
riaees, for she laughed and said moth
ing. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowf1akes, and trembled 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 heetest no
more than Just touched the flying cut
ter. though a hundred sOggy mittens
grasped for 1t, then reeled and whirled
tin 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
sleightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like 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
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, 80 that up and
down the street the one cry shrilled
Increasingly: "Git a hossl Git hoss
Git hoss! Mister, why don't you git
q hoss" But the mahout in charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
unconcerned-he laughed and now
and then ducked SNOWFALL without
losing any of his good-nature. 1t was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a cOuntenance between the
forward visor OF deer-stalker cap
and the collar Of fuzzy gray ulster.
"Git n hOssi" the children shrieked.
and gruffer voices Joined them, "Git
a hoss! Git hOss Git hoss I"
George Minafer was correct thus
far; the twelve miles an hour of such
q machine would never overtake
Georges trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone pill
lars ut the entrance to ANDERSON ad-