The Connecticut labor press., 1919-09-27
CHAPTER MI.

When George regafned some meas ure of his presence of mind Miss Lucy Morgan's cheek, snowy and cold. was pressing his nose slightly to one side i; 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 reassured. '"They're all right he called to Isabel, who was running. toward them. ahead of her brother and Fanny Minafer. This snowbank's feather bed-nothing the matter with them at all. Don't look so pale!"
 "Georgie :" she gasped. "Georgie 2"
 Georgie was on his feet, snow all over him.
 Don't make a fuss. mother! Moth ing's the matter. That darned silly horse"
 Sudden tears stood in Isabers eyes. '"To see you down underneath-drag- ging-Oh l-" Then with shaking hands she. began to brush the snow from him.
 Let me alone" he protested. You'll
 
 all over you, and"
 "No, 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 ladys 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 glunmer than the December twilight now swiftly closing in.
 That darned horse '" he said.
 'I wouldn't bother about Pendennis, GoOFSio. SdlU lIIS 1Ou CdA send man out for what's left of the cutter tomorrow, and Pendennis will gallop home to his stable: he'll be there a long while before we will, be- cause all we've got to depend on to get us home is Gene Morgans broken down chafing dish yonder."
 They were approaching the machine as he spoke, and his friend, again un- derneath it, heard him. He emerged, smiling. Shell go," he said.
 What! !'
 'All aboard!"
 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 aunt, was following. Isabel saw that his shoes were light things of patent leather, and that snow was clinging to them. She made a 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 in "
 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."
 "Arl I, 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 particUlar?"