Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-09-30

cause lney ndd now LETT IL Tar DenlnQ
them-a human habit of curious sig;
nificance. 1T was like a house u,eant
for street in the city. WHAT kind
of a house was that for people of
try?"
"But papa says it's built that way
on purpose. There are lot OF other
houses being built in this direction.
and papa says the city's coming out
this way: and in year or two that
house will be right in town."
1T was bum house, anyhow" said
George GROSSLY 81 don't even know
the people that are building it. They
say lot of riffraff come to town every
year nowadays and there's other riff
raft that have always lived here, and
if they owned the place Uncle Sgd
ney was talking about it yesterday !:
he says he and some of his friends are
organizing country club, and already
some of these riffraff are worming into
it-people he never heard Of at all !!
Anyhow l guess it's pretty clear you
don't know a great deal about archi-
lecture"
She demonstrated the completeness
of her amiability by laughing. ''Tll
know something about the north pole
before long," she said, ''if we keep
going much farther in this direction p
At this he was remorseful 'All
right; we'll turn and drive south
awhile till you get warmed up again.
1 expect we have been going against
the wind about long enough. Indeed.
I'm sorry"
He said, Indeed, I'm sorry" in a
nice way, and looked very strikingly
handsome when he said it, she
thought No doubt 1t is true that
there is more rejoicing in heaven over
saints who consistently remain holy,
and the rare, sudden gentlenesses of
arrogant people have infinitely more
effect than the continual gentleness of
gentle people. Arrogance turned
gentle melts the heart; and Lucy gave
nCl a llllAC SAdElOhS, SUNNY
nod of acknowledgment. George was
dazzled by the quick glow of her eyes,
and found himsek 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 can see there must be quite a
little smoke hanging over the town."
she s3id. Il suppose that's because
it's growing. As it grows bigger it
seems to get ashamed of itself, so it
makes this cloud and hides in it.
Papa says it used to be a bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of it differently-he always has a
gentle look, particular tone of voice,
I've noticed. He must have been very
fond of it. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was just
one long midsummer serenade. He
declares 1t was always sunshiny, that
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that, as he remembers it, there
always seemed 10 be gold dust in the
air. l doubt it! l think it 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. l think it was just
youth. 1t is pretty pleasant to be
young, isn't it?"
you're funny girl" George said
gently. "But your voice sounds pretty
rice when you think and talk along to-
gether like that!"
The horse shook himself all over,
and the impatient sleighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
frightened the refns, and the cutter was
off again at 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 you're a funny girl.
and you know lot-but l don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
ture -
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was strange silhou-
cite. 1t approached moderately and
without visible means of progression,
so the matter seemed from a distance /;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
lance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. Morgan's horseless carriage, con-
veying 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 hu-
NOR, like high-spirited people upon a
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
For the Lords sake" George
gasped.
"Your mothers dear" said Lucy.
"And she does wear the most bewitch.
q
princess. though doubt If they're that
handsome"
George said nothing: he drove on
till they had crossed Anderson adIi-
ton and reached the stone pillars at
the head of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said.
1T certainly is the weirdest. era
ZieSt-"
He left the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again in sight of
the old sewing machine. George shout
ed mockingly.
Alasi three figures stood in the road
and pair of legs with the toes turned
up indicated that fourth figure lay
upon its back in the snow. beneath a
hosseless carriage that had decided to