The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-09-18
PAGE FIFTEEN

He spoke Of II In the past tense, be-
| cause they had nov left 1t far behind
them-a human habit of curious sig
niicance. 'It was like q house meant
for q street in the city. What kind
Of q house was that for people OF
any taste to build out here in the coun-
try?"
"But papa a y It's built that way
on purpose. There r a lot Of other
houses being built In this direction,
and papa says the clty's coming out
this way; and in a year or two that
house will be right in town."
ut was a bum house, anyhow" said
George GROSSLY. 81 don't even know
the people that are building 1t. They
say q lot Of riffraff come to town every
year nowadays and there's other riff
raff that have always lived mere, and
have made a little money, and act as
II they owned the place. Uncle Sgd
ney was talking about 1t yesterday:
he says he and some Of his friends are
organizing a country club, and already
some of these rifrraff are worming into
it-people he never hecrd of at ALL
Anyhow I guess it's pretty clear you
don't know a great deal about archi.
lecture"
She demonstrated the completeness
OF her amiability by laughing. TN
know something about the north pole
| hA\n~n 1ND~v che cotA M< wa kAan
going much FARTHER in this direction r.
At this he was remorsefui. "All
right; Wen turn and drive south
awhile till you get warmed up again.
I expect we have been going. against
the wind about long enough. Indeed.
I'm sorry"
He said, Indeed, I'm sorry" in q
nice way. and looked very ~strikingly
handsome when he said 1t, she
thought. No doubt II Is true that
there is more rejoicing In heaven over
n sinner repented than over all the
saints who consistently remain holy,
and the rare, sudden ~gentlenesses OF
arrogant people have infinitely more
effect than the continual ge%ntleness Of
gentle people. Arrogance turned
gentle melts the heart; and Lucy gave
her companion a little sidelong, sunny
nod Of acknowledgment. George wal
dazzled by the quick glow Of her eyes,
and found himself at a loss for some.
thing to say.
Having turned about he kept his
horse to a walk, and at this gait the
sleighbells tinkled but internationally.
The snow no longer fell, and far
ahead, in a grayish cloud that lay upon
the land, was the town.
Lucy looked at this distant thicken-
ing reflection. "When We get this far
out we a see there must be quite q
little smoke hanging over the town."
she said. II suppose that's because
it's growing. AS 1t grows bigger 1t
seems to get ashamed Of Itself, so 1t
makes this cloud and hides In 1t.
Papa says 1t used to be a bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
Of 1t differently-he always a q
gentle look. a particular tone OF voice,
I've noticed. He must have been very
fond Of 1t. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was just
one long midsummer serenade. He
declares 1t was always s%unshlny. that
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that, as he remembers it, there
always seemed to be gold dust In the
air. I doubt 1t! I think 1t doesn't
seem to be duller air to him now
Just on account of having a little SCOT
In It sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here Is just his being young that
he remembers. / think it was just
youth. 1t is pretty pleasant to be-
young, isn't it,"
you're a funny girl" George said
gently. "But your voice sounds pretty
nice when you think and talk along to-
gether like that"
The horse shook himself all over,
and the impatient s~leighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
frightened the reins, and the cutter was
of again at O three-minute trot. no
despicable rate of speed. 1t was not
long before they were again passing
Lucy's Beautiful House, and here
George thought fit to put an appendix
to his remark. "Yhu're a funny girl,
and you know a lot-but I don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
turel"
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, vas a strange silhou-
cite. 1t approached moderately and
without visible of progression,
so the matter seemed from a distance;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
lance the silhouette was revealed to be
MI. Morgan's horseless carriage, con-
veyipg four people atop: Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him, and.
In the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George ANDERSON. All
four seemed to be in the liveliest hui
NOR, like h~igh-spirited people upon a
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
For the Lords sakew George
gasped.
"Your mothers q dear" said Lucy.