The Connecticut labor press., 1919-12-06

once, She, said. I'd like to. have seer
 him-just oneep " She meant-to~ tel him good-bye! That's what she meantl And you put this on me. too you put this responsibility on me ] But tell you. and I told Uncle George, that the responsibility isn't
 all mine! If you were so sure I was
 wrong all the ftfme-when I took heE away, and when turned Morgan out If you were 'so sure, what did you
 let me deAit for? You and Uncle George were grown people, both of
 you. weren't you? You were older
 than I, and if you were so sure you
 were wiser than"I, why did you just
 stand around with your hands hanging
 down, and let mesAgo@ ahead? You
 could have stopped it ifDIt was wrong,
 couldn't you?" - < ,., o1' Fanny shook her'head ''No, George, ''
 she said slowly. Nobody could have
 stopped you. You were too strong, Eand---" ~ = -.-. Lt =, -.- IL -'~.'t .-
 s''And awhat2" he demanded loudly. F hAndT she loved you-too we'll" :.1r
 George stared at her hard, then. his lower lip began to move conVulsively,
 and he set his teeth upon 1t but could
 not check it's frantic twitching. t'f s
 He ran out of the room. a t-s
 She sat still, listening. j He had
 plunged into his mothers room. but no sound came to Fanny's ears after the sharp closing of the door and pres ently she rose and stepped out into tho 1laIl-but could hear nothing. What Interview was sealed away from human eye and ear within the lonely darkness on the other side of that door-in that darkness where Isabe1's own special chairs were, and her own special books, and the two great wal | nut wardrobes filled with her dresses ! and wraps? What tragic argument might be there vainly striving to con- flute the gentle dead? 'Tn Gods name. what else could I; have sdone?"> For his mothers ,immutable silence was surely answering him as Isabel in life would never have answered him, and he was beginning to- understand how eloquent the dead can be. They. ean- not stop, their elequence, no matter how they have loved the living; they cannot choose. And so, no matter in what agony George should cry out, What else could I have, deneT' and to- the end of his life no matter. how, often he made that wild appeal, Isabel was doomed to answer him with the wistful, faint murTnur. ,r,,4Ia.s H<-s
 s1'd like to have-44seen him. Just once." ..>.. -g1 g. 'tC~L.. 1tt-s ,.-s5
 ..':..:.:7:.1-* - A. superstitious person might have thought it unfortunate that Fanny,s partner in speculative indus try. as in zWalbur'sn disastrous rolling mills, was that charming but too hap hazardous man of the world; George Amberson.ia He was one of those op- timfsts who believe that. if you put .| money into great many enterprises one, of them is sure to, turn out a for tune, and therefore, in order to find the lucky one it Is only necessary to go into a, large enough number of them.
 "You ought to have thought of my record and stayed out" he told Fanny. one day the next spring, when the af- fairs of the headlight company had begun to look discoura ging. Things dos look bleak, and Pm only glad you didn't go into this confounded thing to the extent I did" f$
 Miss Fanny grew pink. 'But it must | ges, right !"ssshelF protested. ~.7We saw with our own eyes how perfectly it | worked out Tn the shop. simply"
 :.'oh.; you're Tight about. ttat,,' Am | person said, Tt certainly. was a per | feet thing g-in the shop!" yF,rsspS;5 r,
 'tBut think of that test fons the road when4 wez' 7, ;.;;s Erzsi ,z 4skrtES :: = 3 Sss5E1
 '"Tffat test was lovely, ,'hs admitted 1 '"The inventor made us happy with his. oratory, and ySotuil and ffaagf Bronson and I went whirlftg through the night at a speed that thrilled us. h We must I never forget -it-eand we never shah IL cost---ss' s9iafil5 4; *:t IF T
 'But something must be @done."--- z
 :'Tt. must indeedI My something would seem to be leaving my watch at my uncle's. Luckily, you"
 The pink of Fanny's cheeks became deeper. @''Bnt isn't that man going to do do anything any to remedy 'r s it7 Can't he
 'sHe can try" said Anderson. 'tHe is trying, in fact. I've sat in the shop watching him try for several beautiful 5'r ''. - .@ ...'@
 "But you must make him keep on trying!"
 "Oh. yes. I'll Keep sitting !''- ',-
 However, in spite of the time he spent sitting in the shop, worrying the inventor of the fractious light, Amber son found opportunity 10 worry him. self about another matter of business. This was the settlement of Isabels estate. 7 '' '.'}
 "Its curious about the deed to her house." he said to his nephew. You're sure it wasn't among her pa- ners?"
 i"Mother didn't have any papers" . George told him. ''None at ail. All she ever had to do with business was to deposit the checks grandfather gave her. and then write her own checks against them."
 "The deed to the house was never recorded" Anderson said thoughtful ly. 'T've been over to the courthouse 10 see. think it would bes just as we'll to get him to execute one now in your favor. I'll speak to him about It.
 George sighed. T don't think I'd bother him about its the house is mine.