Cleveland County herald., 1919-10-02

she said. q suppose that's because it's growing. AS it grows bigger it seems to get ashamed of itself, so it makes this cloud and hides in it. Papa says it used to be a bit nicer when he lived here: he always speaks of it differently-he always has a gentle look, particular tone Of voice, I've noticed. He must have been very fond of it. From the way he talks you'd think life here then was just one long midsummer Serenade. He declares it was always sunshiny, that the air wasn't like the air anywhere else-that, as he remembers it, there always seemed to be gold dust in the air. 1 doubt it! I think it doesn't seem to be duller air to him now just on account of having a little Soot in it sometimes, but probably because he was twenty years younger then. It seems to me the gold dust he thinks he remembers. l think it was just youth. It is pretty pleasant to be young, isn't it?"
 "You're a funny girl" George said gently. "But your voice sounds pretty nice when you think and talk along to- gether like that"
 The horse shook himself all over, and the impatient sleighbells made his wish audible. Accordingly George frightened the reins, and the cutter was despicable rate of speed. It was not long before they were again passing Lucy's Beautiful House, and here George thought fit to put an appendix to his remark You're a funny girl, and you know lot-but I don't be- lieve you know much about architec- ture!"
 Coming toward them, black against the snowy road, was a strange silhou- cite. It approached moderately and without visible means of progression, so the matter seemed from distance i; but as the cutter shortened the dis tance the silhouette was revealed to be Mir Morgan'S horseless carriage, con- veying four people atop: MT. Morgan with Georges mother beside him, and, in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer and the Hon. George Anderson. All four seemed to be in the liyeliest hu- nor, like high-spirited people upon new adventure; and Isabel waved her handkerchief dashingly as the cutter flashed by them.
 For the Lords sakei" George gasped.
 "Your mothers dear" said Lucy. And she does wear the most bewitch- ing things! She looked like Russian princess, though doubt if they're that handsome"
 George said nothing; he drove on till they had crossed Anderson addi- tion and reached the stone pillars at the head of National avenue. There he turned.
 Lets go back and take another look at that old sewing machine" he said. 'sIt certainly is the weirdest, era zieSt-"
 He left the sentence unfinished, and presently they were again in sight of the old sewing machine. George shout ed mockingly.
 Alas three figures stood in the road and pair of legs with the toes turned up indicated that a fourth figure lay upon it's back in the snow, beneath a horseless carriage that had decided to need a horse.
 George became vociferous with laughter, and coming up to his trot- ter's best gait, snow spraying from runners and every hoof, swerved to the side of the road and shot by shout ing, "Git a hossi Git a hoss! Git a hoss!"
 Three hundred yards away he turned and came back, racing; leaning out as he passed, to wave jeeringly at the group about the disabled machine: "Git hoss Git hoss! Git a"
 The trotter had broken into a gallop, and Lucy cried a warning: "Be care full '" she said. Look where you're driving There's a ditch on that side Look"
 George turned too late; the cutters right runner went into the ditch and snapped off; the little sleigh upset, and, after dragging it's occupants some fifteen yards, left them lying together in a bank of snow. Then the vigorous young horse kicked himself free of all annoyances and disappeared down the road, galloping cheerfully.
 CHAPTER VII.
 When George rppained some meas