Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-11-13

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really very amiable. Of course he's
much more a perfect child the whole
time than he realizes! He certainly
behaved awfully tonight" She
jumped Up, her indignation returning.
"He did, indeed, and it won't do to en-
courage him in it, 1 think he'll find
me pretty cool-for a week or So"
Whereupon her father suffered a re-
newal of his attack of u]proarious
laughter.
In the matter Of GOODNESS George
met Lucy upon her W predeter-
mined ground; in fact, he was there
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftier and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks, and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty: it
had worn itself out and they forgot it..
The Major had taken a great fancy
to her, insisting upon her presence
and her fathers at the Anderson fam
lily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to firt
with old people, he said, as she sat
next him at the table on one of these
Sunday occasions; and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was a ''terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was!" the Major laughed when she
demonstrated. HE came up here
with my son George and some others
for a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into a bass fiddle, and the
poor musicians just gave up! That
serenade was just before Isabel was
~married-and don't you fret. Miss
Lucy: your father remembers it well
enough" The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. "The fact
u.s." the Major went on hilariously, II
believe if Eugene hadn't broken that
bass fiddle and given himself away
Isabel would never have taken Will
bur! I shouldn't be surprised if that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got her! What do you think, Will
bur-"
81 shouldn't be surprised" said Will
bur placidy. eff your notion is right
Pm glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard rum"
The Major always drank three
glasses Of champagne at his Sunday
dinner, and he was finishing the third
"What do you say about it, Isabel?
BY Jove!" he cried, pounding the
table. "she's blushing!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
he laughed without any Sign of embar
rassment other than his heightened
color. "There's another important
thing-that is, for me-" he said. cts
the only thing that makes me forgive
that bass viol for getting in my way
"What is it2" the Major asked.
"Lucy," said Morgan. gently.
Isabel gave him a quick glance, al
warm approval, and there was a muir
mur Of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
ly enough, for the most part, and a
i the end seemed to fly. On the las
night before George went back to b.
a junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY if it had not been a happy
He hadn't thought about it, he an
swered. ooh, I suppose so. Why?'
81 just thought it would be nice tt
hear you say So" she said, smiling
cts seemed to me that it must have
been a happy summer for you-a rea
summer of roses and wine'-withou'
the wine, perhaps. Gather We roses
whi1n VIC nov'-nr 1y-ac ~ rr;p,rocoo
Time does really fly, or perhaps it's
like the sky-and smoke
George was puzzled. 'It strikes me
you're getting mixed. I don't SEE
much resemblance between time anC
the sky, or between things and smoke
wreaths; but I do see M reason yor
like Lucy Morgan so much. She
talks that same kind Of wistful
moony way SOmetimes-I don't NEAR
to say I mind it in either of you, be
L rather like to listen to it
and you've got a very good voice
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
ter how much smoke and sky, anC
so on, you talk. Sos Lucy's, for tina,
matter; and / see why you're con
genial. She talks that way to hel
father, too; and he's right there with
the same kind of CUFF. Well, it's all
right with me! I've got plenty to
think about when people drool along!'
She pressed his hand TO her cheek
and a tear made a tiny warm streak
across one of his knuckles.
"For heavens sake!" he said,
"What's the matter? Isn't everything
all right?"
you're going away. I never can
bear to see you go-that's the most
of it. I'm II little bothered about your
father, too"
"Whyw
at seems to me he looks so bad.
Everybody thinks so"
"What noIsense!" George laughed.
Hes been looking that way all sum
mer, He isn't much different from
the way he's looked all his life, that
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