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

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"Well, that's fortunate" George
said. zone thing I've always felt they
didn't know a great deal about Is ar
chitecture.'
Don't they?" asked Isabel, sur
prised. Anyhow. their house is
charming. It's way out beyond the
end of ANDERSON bouleyard it's quite
near that big white house with q gray
green roof somebody built out there
year or so ago. / suppose youll be
driving out to see Lucy tomorrow"
II thought" George hesitated II
thought perhaps I'd go after dinner
this evening"
AT this his mother laughed not as
tonished. at was only my feeble
joke about tomorrow George!
was pretty sure you couldn't wait that
long. Did Lucy write you about the
| factory?'
mo. What factory?"
THE automobile shops. This spring
they've finished eight automobiles and
sold them all, and they've got twelve
more almost finished, and they're sold
already Eugene is so gay over it
They're very interesting to look at;
behind the drivers seat there's a sort
of box where four people can sit, with
a step and a little door in the rear,
and"
II know all about it," said George.
1--WE seen any number like that, east
You can see all you want of 'em If
hole
hour any afternoon. I've seen half
a dozen go by almost at the same
tlme-within few minutes, anyhow :
and of course electric hansoms are a
common sight there any day. ! hired
one myself the last time / was there.
How fast do Mr. Morgan's machines
go?'
rating-but rather frightening; and
they do make a fearful uproar. He
says, though, he thinks he sees a way
to get around the noisiness In time"
II don't mind the noise" said
| George. "Give me horse for mine,
though. any day. must get up race
with one Of these things; Pendennis'1l
leave 1t one mile behind In two-mile
run. How's grandfather
'He looks we'll, but he complains
sometimes OF his heart"
George had taken of his coat. II
don't like to hint to lady" he said,
but l do want to dress before din
ner."
Don't be long; I've got to do a
lot of looking at you. dear!' She
kissed him and ran away, singing.
But his Aunt Fanny was not so
fond and at the dinner table there
came q spark of liveliness into her
eyes when George patronizingly asked
her what was the news In her own
particular line Of sport"
"Well. what's the gossip? You
usually hear pretty much everything
that goes on around the hooks and
crannies In this town. hear. What's
the last from the gossips corner
auntie?''
Fanny dropped her eyes, but 6
movement Of her lower lip betokenet
a tendency to laugh as she replied
There hasn't been much gossip lately
except the report that Lucy Morgan
and Fred Kinney are engaged-anC
that's quite old by this time"
There was clatter upon George!
plate. "What-what do you thinl
you're talking about?" he gasped.
Miss Fanny looked up innocently
about the report of Lucy Morgan
engagement to Fred Kinney"
i Il. III Ill. ,.
and Isabel shook her head reassur
ingly. People are always startin
rumors." she said 81 haven't pai'
any attention to this one"
but you-you've heard It'll" h
stammered
"Oh, one hears all sorts Of nonsense
dear. I haven't the slightest ide.
that it's true"
"rhen you have heard It'll"
George turned pale.
Eat your dinner. Georgia." hi
aunt said sweetly. FOOD will do yo
good. l didn't say knew this rumo
was true l only said I'd heard it,"
Fanny. you're a hard-hearted crea
ture," Isabel said gently. You reall
|
George. Fred Kinney's only a cler
In his uncle's hardware place: h
couldn't marry for ages-even If any
body would accept him !"
George breathed unanimously.
don't care anything about ages
' What's that got to do with IT." h
said. his thoughts appearing to b
/, somewhat disconnected. ages don
: mean anything l only want to kno'
: Il want TO know l want" ii
n stopped.
You must finish your dinner. dear
o his mother urged. Don't"
II have finished I've eaten all
want. i don't want any more than
wanted. / don't WANT" He ros
s still incoherent. II prefer-I want
1 please excuse mel"
e He left the room, and a momer
u later the screens outside the ope
front door were heard to slam.