The Connecticut labor press., 1919-09-20

Anderson laughed. "Tm afraid your Aunt Fannys heart was stirred by ancient recollections, Georgie."
 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"
 ''I 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. Is it the thing this year to-"
 "Oh, go on!" said George, moving away. "I 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 f keep wait" 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 MT. Eugene MOISdu ana HIS uduSHLST. enough his thoughts dwelt more upon the father than the daughter, though George could not possibly have given reason-even to himself-for this disturbing prepOnderance. By a coincidence, though not an odd one, the thoughts and conversa- tion of MT. Eugene Morgan at this | very time were concerned with George Anderson Minafer, rather Gas ually, 1t is true. MT. Morgan had re- tired to a room set apart for smok- ing, on the second floor, and had found a grizzled gentleman lounging in solitary possession.
 "'Gene Morgan" this person ex- claimed, rising with great heartiness. 'I don't believe you know mel"
 "Yes, I do, Fred Kinney!" MT. Nor gan returned with equal friendliness. Your real face-the one I used to know-it's just underneath the one you're masquerading in tonight. You ought to have changed 1t more if you wanted a disguise.'
 Twenty years '" said MT. Kinney. "It makes some difference in faces, but more in behaviour
 ."It does so !'' his friend agreed with explosive emphasis.
 They sat and smoked.
 However" Mir. Morgan remarked presently, 'I still dance like an h. dian. Don't you?"
 No. leave that to my boy Fred. He does the dancing for the family"
 "I suppose he's upstairs hard at tt?'
 No, he's not here" MT. Kinney | glanced toward the open door and 1 lowered his voice. He wouldn't come. 1 It seems that a couple of years or so ago he had a row with young l Georgie Minafer. Fred was president of a literary club they had, and he said this Georgie Minafer got himself | elected instead, in an Overbearing sort of way. Fred's very bitter about his row with Georgie Minafer. He says he'd rather burn his foot off than set it inside any Anderson house or any place else where young Geor- gie is.''
 Do people like young Minafer gen. erally?"
 'I don't know about generally I guess he gets plenty of toadying; but there's certainly lot of people that l are glad to express their opinions 1 about him."
 Whats the matter with him?" "Too much Amberson,1 suppose, for one thing. And for another, his mother just fell down and wOrshiped | him from the day he was born. He | thinks he's a little tin god on wheels and honestly it makes some people weak and sick just to think about him! Yet that high-spirited, intelli- | gent woman Isabel Anderson, actu- ally sits and wQrships him You can hear it in her voice when she speaks to him or speaks of him. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at him. My Lord! What does she see when she looks at him?''
 Morgans odd expression of genial apprehension deepened whimsically. ''She sees something that we don't see,' he said.
 "What does she Sne?" "An angel"
 Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, if she sees an angel when she looks at Georgie Minafer she's a funnier wom- an than thought she was!''
 Perhaps she is, said Morgan. "But that's what she sees"
 My Lord! It's easy to see you've that time have you looked at Geergie and seen an angel?''