Cheyenne record., 1919-10-23

moments. postponed Alling an engage
ment. and strolled round the huctu-
ating outskirts Of the dance to where
his uncle. George Anderson. stood
smilingly watching. under one Of the
rose-vine arches at the entrance to
the room.
"Hello, young namesake," said the
uncle. "Why fingers the laggard heel
of the dancer7 Haven't you got
partner?"
"She's sitting around waiting for
me somewhere" said George. "See
here: Who is this fellow Morgan that
Aunt Fanny Minafer was dancing
with q while ago?"
Anderson laughed. "He's a man
with a pretty daughter, George. Me
seemed you've been spending the eve
ming noticing something Of that sort
or do err"
"Never mindi What sort is her"
II think weIl have to give him
character, George. He's an old
friend; used to practice law here
perhaps he had more debts than cases,
but he paid 'em all up before he left
town. Your question Is purely mer-
cenary. I take it: you want to know
his true worth before proceeding fur
ther with the daughter. I cannot In
form you. though I notice signs of
considerable prosperity in that be-
coming dress Of hers. However, you
never can tell. It is an age when ev-
cry sacrifice Ii made for the young,
and how your own poor mother man
aged to provide those genuine pearl
studs for you out Of her allowance
from father can't"
-Oh. dry upl" said the nephew. II
understand this Morgan"
'Mr. Eugene Morgan" his uncle
suggested. "Politeness requires that
the young should"
II guess the young didn't know
much about politeness in your day."
George interrupted. II understand
that Mr.. Eugene Morgan used to be
a great friend Of the family. The way
he was dancing with Aunt Fanny"
Anderson laughed. 'Tm afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
by ancient recollections, George"
"You meant she used to be silly
about him?"
"She wasn't considered singular"
said the uncle. HE was-he was
popular. Could you bear a question:"
what do you mean: could l
bear"
Il only wanted to ask: Do you take
this same passionate interest in the
parents Of every girl you dance with?
Perhaps it's a new fashion We old
bachelors ought to take up. e it the
thing this year to"
"Oh, 60 onl" said George, moving
away. Il only wanted to know" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
and crossed the room to where a girl
sat waiting for his nobility to find
time to fulfill his contract with her
for this dance.
Pardon r keep watt" he muttered,
as she rose brightly to meet him; and
she seemed pleased that he came at
all. He danced with her perfunctor-
rily. thinking the while of Mr.. Eugene
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
the father than the daughter, though
George could not possibly have given
a reason-even to himself-for this
disturbing preponderance.
By a coincidence, though not an
odd one, the thoughts and conyersa-
ton Of Mr.. Eugene Morgan at this
very time were concerned with
George ANDERSON Mlnafer, rather cas-
ually. 1t Ii true. Mr.. Morgan had re.
tired to q room set apart for smck-
ing, on the second floor, and had
found a grizzled gentleman loungins
In solitary possession.
"'Gene Morganl' this person ex.
claimed. rising with great heartiness.
Il don't believe you know meW
"Yes, do. Fred Kinney" Mr.. Nor.
gan returned with equal friendliness.
"Your real face-the one used to
know-it's just underneath the one
you're masquerading In tonight. You
ought to have changed it more II you
wanted a disguise"
Twenty yearsI" said Mr.. Kinney.
TT makes some difference In faces,
but more in behavior"
ut does sol" his friend agreed with
explosive emphasis.
They sat and smoked.
However" Mr.. Morgan remarked
presently. II still dance like an In.
dian. Don't your
mo. I leave that to my boy Fred.
He does the dancing for the family"
II suppose he's upstairs hard at
itr
"No. he's not here" Mr.. Kinney
glanced toward the open door and
lowered his voice. HE wouldn't come,
1t seems that couple Of years or
so ago he had q row with young
George Minafer. Fred was president
Of q literary club they had. and he
said this George Minafer got himself
elected instead, In an overbearine