The Connecticut labor press., 1919-10-04
By Booth Tarkington
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1 breathless and a great deal glowing, and quiet Withal.
 Lucy and her father were living at the Anderson hotel, while Morgan got his small machine shops built in a western outskirt of the town; and George grumbled about the shabbi-' ness and the old-fashioned look of the hotel, though 1t was "stiIl the best in the place, of cOurse." He remOn- strated with his grandfather, declar- ing that the whole Anderson Estate would be getting run down and out at heel if things weren't taken in hand pretty sOon." He urged the general need of rebuilding, renOvat- ing, vanishing and lawsuits. But the Major declining to hear him out, in terrupted querulously, saying that he had enough to bother him without any advice from George; and retired to his library, going so far as to lock the door audibly.
 Second childhoodr r' George mutt tered, shaking his head; and he thought sadly that the Major had not long to live. However, this surmise depressed him for only d moment or so. Of course people couldn't be e1- pected to live forever, and it would be good thing to have someone in charge of the Estate who. wouldn't let it get to looking so rusty that riff raff dared to make fun of 1t. For George had lately undergone the an- noyance of calling upon the Morgans, in the rather stuffy red velours and rr;I+ oF hotel, one evening when Mir. Fred erick Kinney also was a caller, and MT. Kinney had not been tactful. In fact, though he adopted a humorous tone of voice in expressing sympathy for people who, through the city's poverty in hotels, were obliged to stay at the Anderson, MT. Kinney's intention was interpreted by the other visitor as not at all humorous, but, on the contrary, personal and of fensive.
 George rose abruptly, his face the color of wrath. Good night, Miss shall take pleasure in calling at some other time when a more courteous sort of people may be present"
 Look here!" the hOt-headed Fred burst out. Don't you try to make me out boor, George Minafer! I wasn't limiting anything at you; I simply for got all about your grandfather own ing this old building. Don't you try to put me in the light of a boor! won't"
 But George walked out in the very course of his vehement protest, and it was necessarily left unfinished.
 MT. Kinney remained only a few moments after Georges departure and as the door closed upon him the distressed Lucy turned to her father She was plaintively surprised to find him in a condition of immoderate laughter.
 Tt brings things back sol" he managed to explain. This very Fred Kinney's father and young Georges father, Wilbur Minafer, used to do just such things when they were at that age-and, for that matter, so did George Anderson and I, and all the rest of us :" And in spite of his eX- haustiOn, he began to initiate: "'Don't you try to put me in the light of a boor" I shall take pleasure in call ing at some time when a more cour- teous sort of people," He was un- able to go on.
 Papa. I think they were shocking | Weren't they awful !''
 "Just-just boys!' he moaned, wip- l ing his eyes.
 But Lucy could not smile at all; she 1 was beginning to look indignant. "I 1 can forgive that poor Fred Kinney" 1 she said. Hes just blundering-bu l George-oh George behaved out !'
 She came and sat upon the arm of his chair. Papa. why should George behave like that?'
 Hes sensitive"
 Rather! But why is he? He does anything he likes to, without any re- gard for what people think. Then