Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-10-23
SYNOPSIS.

Will IOduS ana St6t0dfy, ana IN the centre |
OF 2 four-acre tract, ON Anderson avenue,
built for himself the most magnificent
mansion the Midland City had ever seen.
daughter married ad.y yeung WILDER ifs M!nafes
the %neighbors predicted that as Isabel
love would be bestowed upon the, children.
George Anderson Minafer, but his up
ments as a mischief maker were quite in
keeping with the most pessimistic predic-
tons.
CHAPTER III.-By the time George
went away to college he did not attempt
to con aSoat h t5e D most fhns fas A famiiy rs
the world. At a ball given in his honor
when he returned from college, George
the he'p pPPettiest l girl present, and got Sase on ia
."aueer looking duck at whom he had
lady's father. He was Eugene Morgan, a
former resident Of Bigburg, and he was
returning there to erect a factory and to
build horseless carriages of his own in
vention.
CHAPTER 1v.-Eugene was an old ad-
mirer of Isabel's and they had been en-
gagged when Isabel threw him over be-
cause Of some youthful indiscretion and
married Wilbur Minafer.
rose-vine arches at the entrance 20
the room.
"Hello, young ~namesake," said the
uncle. "Why fingers the laggard heel
of the dancer? Haven't you got a
partner"
"She's sitting around waiting for
me somewhere" said George. "See
here: Who is this fellow Morgan that
Aunt Fanny Minafer was dancing
with a while ago.?
Anderson laughed. Hes a man
with a pretty daughter, George. Me
seemed you've been spending the eve
ming noticing something Of that sort
or do 1 err?
"Never mind! What sort is he?"
II think We'll have to give him a
character, George. He's an old
friend; used to practice law here
perhaps he had more debts than cases,
but he paid 'em all up before he left
town. Your question is purely mer-
'cenary, I take it: you want to know
his true worth before proceeding fur
Their with the daughter. I cannot in
fotm you, though I notice signs Of
considerable prosperity in that be-
coming dress of hers. However, you
never can tell. 1t is an age when ev-
cry sacrifice is made for the young,
and how your own poor mother man.
aged to provide those genuine pearl
studs for you out of her allowance
from father I can't
ooh, dry up!" said the nephew. Il
understand this Morgan"
eMr. Eugene Morgan his uncle
suggested. "Politeness requires that
the young should"
II guess the young didn't know
much about %politeness in your day."
George interrupted. II understand
that Mr.. Eugene Morgan used to be
a great friend Of the family. The way
he was dancing with Aunt Fanny"
Anderson laughed. "Im afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
by ancient recollections, Georgia"
"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 !
bear
II 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"
ooh, go .on!" said George, moving
away. Il only wanted to know He
left the sentence unfinished, and
and crossed the room to where a girl
sat waiting fer his 5a!ility to fl-
ing, on the second floor, and had
found a g~rizzled gentleman lounging
in solitary possession.
"'Gene Morgan!" this person ex.
claimed, rising with great heartiness.
81 don't believe you know mew
eyes, I do, Fred Kinney" Mr.. 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 it more if you
wanted a disguise"
Twenty years!" said MI. Kinney
'It makes some difference in faces,
but more in behaviorw
1T does sol" his friend agreed, with
explosive emphasis.
They sat and smoked.
However" Mr.. Morgan remarked
presently, II still dance like an In
dian. Don't you"
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 Mr.. Eugene
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
the father than the daughter, though
George could not possibly have given
u ~reas0n--even to himself--f0r this
disturbing preponderance.