Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-10-10
CHAPTER VII.


When George regained some meas
ure of his presence of mind Miss Lucy
Morgan's cheek, snowy and cold, was
pressing his nose slightly to one side /;
and a mOnstrous amount of her fur
boa seemed to mingle with an equally
unplausible quantity of snow in his
mouth. He was confused, but con-
scious of no objection to any of these
juxtapositions. She was apparently
uninjured, for she sat up, hatless, her
hair down, and said mildly:
"Good heavens -
Though her father had been under
his machine when they passed, he was
the first to reach them. He threw
himself on his knees beside his daugh-
ter, but found her already laughing,
and was treasured. They're all
right" he called to Isabel, who was
running toward them, ahead Of her
brother and Fanny Minafer. ''This
snowbank's q feather bed-nothing
the matter with them at all. Don't
look so pale"
"Georgiew she gasped. George y
George was on his feet snow all
over him.
Don't make fuss, mother! Moth
ing's the matter. That darned silly
horse"
Sudden tears stood in Isabel's eyes.
''To see you down drag
ging-oh -" Then with shaking
hands she began to brush the snow
from him.
Let me alone" he protested. You'll
ruin your gloves. You're getting snow
all over you, and"
mo, nor she cried. you'll catch
cold; you mustn't catch cold!" And
she continued to brush him.
ANDERSON had brought Lucy's hat
Miss Fanny acted as lady's maid; and
both victims of the accident were
presently restored to about their usual
appearance and condition of apparel.
In fact, encouraged by the two older
gentlemen, the entire party, with one
exception, decided that the episode
was after all a merry one, and began
to laugh about it. But George was
GUNNER than the December twilight
now swiftly closing In.
''That darned horse!" he said.
81 wouldn't bother about Pendennis,
George" said his uncle. ''You can
send a man out for what's left of the
cutter tomorrow, and Pendennis will
gallop home to his stable: he'll be
there long while before we will, be-
cause all we've got to depend on to
get us home is Gene Morgan's broken
down chatting dish yonder."
They were approaching the machine
as he spoke, and his friend again I'M
derneath it, heard him. He emerged
smiling. "She'll go" he sid.
"What!''
"All aboard p
He offered his hand to Isabel. She
was smiling but still pale, and her
eyes, in spite of the smile, kept upon
George in a shocked anxiety. Miss
Fanny had already mounted to the
rear seat, and George, after helping
Lucy Morgan to climb up beside his
uuAIS was AOAAOWAAS. 1Sc1DOl saw LIldI
his shoes were light things of patent
leather, and that snow was clinging
to them. She made little rush
toward him, and, as one of his feet
rested on the iron step of the machine,
in mounting, she began to clean the
snow from his shoe with her almost
aerial lace handkerchief. "You mustn t
catch cold" she cried.
"Stop that!' George shouted, and
furiously withdrew his foot "For
heavens sake get in! You're stand
ing in the snow yourself. Get I'M
Isabel consented, turning to Morgan,
whose habitual expression of appre-
hensiveness was somewhat accentu-
ated. He climbed up after her, George
ANDERSON having gone to the other
side. you're the same Isabel I used
to know!" he said in a low voice.
you're q divinely ridiculous woman y
"Am /, Eugene?" she said, not dis
pleased. "Divinely' and ridiculous
just counterbalance each other, don't
they? Plus one and minus one equal
nothing: so you mean I'm nothing in
particularly