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

LIE VI u4tSo huNJ ~1AOA
gan the next day, as she sat In
Georges fast cutter, proved so charm
ing that her escort was stricken to
soft words instantly and failed 10 con-
troll a poetic impulse. "You look
like" he said. 'Your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on a
lump of coal. l mean IA snowflake
that would be a rose-leaf tool"
perhaps you'd better look at the
reIns," she returned. "We almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink in
your cheeks for a snowflake" he con-
tinued. "What's that fairy story about
snow-white and rose-red-"
Were going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
ferr
swell. you see. I'm only here for
two weeks"
II mean the sleighl" she explained.
"We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh, they'll keep out of The way"
That's very patrician chariOteeer-
Ing, but it seems to me a horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an hour"
THAT'S nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
"He can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. 81 suppose your
father thinks he can build a horseless
carriage to go that fast!"
"They go that fast already. some
times"
YES" said George; "they 0O-for
about a hundred feeti Then they give
q yell and burn up."
Evidently She decided not to defend
her fathers faith in horseless car
riages, for she laughed and said moth
ing. The cold air was polka-dotted
with snOwflakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jingling of sleigh
bells. Boys and girls, all aglow and
painting jets of vapOr, darted at the
passing sleighs to ride on the runners,
or sought to rope their sleds to any
vehicle whatever, but the fleetest no
more than just touched the flying cut
ter, though a hundred soggy mittens
grasped for Ii, then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged fiat in the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug
ging up that fiat tnoroughfare a thing
which some day was TO spoil all their
sleightime merriment-Save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like tOpless surrey, but cum
brous with unwholesome excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred and hOwled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt TO faSten their SledS to a con-
trivance so nOnsensical and yet so
fearsOme. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
gies in their lungs, so that up and
down the street the one cry shrilled
increasingly: "Git boss! Git a boss !
Git boss Mister. why don't you git
a hoss?" But the mahout in charge.
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
uncOncerned-he laughed, and now
and then ducked SNOWFALL without
losing any of his gOod-nature. 1t was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a countenance between the
forward visor of a deer-Stalker cap
and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster.
"Git a hOssl" the children Shrieked,
and gruffer voices joined them. "Git
a boss Git a hOssI Git a boss
George Minafer was correct thus
far; the twelve miles an hour of such
q machine would never overtake
Georges trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone Dill.
lars at the entrance to ANDERSON ad-
dition.
That's my grandfather's," said
George. nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
81 ought to know thatr Lucy ex-
claimed. 1--WE stayed there late enough
last night: papa and 1 were almost
the last to so. He and your mother
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
sicianS 20 play another waltz when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the tiddles were being put away
In their cases. Papa danced part of
II with Miss Minafer and the rest with
your mother. Miss Minafer's your
aunt, isn't she?"
YES: she lives with us. That's our
house just beyond grandfather's," He
waved sealskin gauntlet tc Indicate
the house Major ANDERSON had built
for Isabel as wedding gift. He
frowned as they passed a closed car
rage and pair. The body of this com
Portable vehicle sagged slightly TO one
side; the paint was old and scanned
With hundreds of minute cracks like
little rivers on a black map: the
lcoachman, fat and elderly darky.
seemed 10 browse upon the box: bur
the open window afforded the occu.
pants Of the cutter a glimpse of a
tired, fine old face. silk hat. a pearl
Tie and an aStrachan collar. evidently
out 70 take the air.
There's your grandfather now
said Lucy. isn't itfa
Georges frown was not RELAXED
"1eS, il is; and he ought to give that
rat trap away and sell those old
horses. They're a disgrace. all shaggy
not even clipped. I suppose he
doesn't notice it-people get awful
funny when they get old: they seem
TO lose their self-respect. sort Of"
He seemed real Brummell to me. "
she said.
"oh. he keeps up about what he
wears, well enough. but Another
thing don't think he ought to allow
2 good many people bought big lots
and they built houses ON EN-; then
he price cf the land kept getting