Cleveland County herald., 1919-11-20

But stilP what?" she said as he paused.
 "But still-well, I suppose I'm little old-fashioned and fastidious, but I'm afraid being sort of engine driver never will appeal to me. mother. It's exciting, and I'd like that part of it, but still it doesn't seem to me precisely the thing a gentleman ought to do. Too much overalls and monkey wrenches and grease! No; l believe I'd rather wait for September and tandem. mother"
 Neverta aeless George sometimes con sented to sit in an automobile, while waiting for September, and he ire quently went driving in one of Eu- gene's cars with Lucy and her father. He even allowed himself to be escort ed with his mother and Fanny through the growing factory, which was now, as the foreman of the paint shop in formed the visitors, turning out car and a quarter a day"
 From the factory Eugene took them to lunch at a new restaurant, just opened in the town place which sur prised Isabel with it's metropolitan air. and, though George made fun of her, in whisper, she offered every thing the tribute of pleased exclama- tions; and her gayety helped Eugene's to make the little occasion almost a festive one.
 Georges ennui disappeared in spite of himself, and he laughed to see his mother in such spirits. q didn't know mineral waters could go to persons head" he said. "Or perhaps it's this place. It might pay to have a new res taurant opened somewhere in town every time you get the blues"
 "No," Isabel said, "what makes me laugh so much at nothing is Eugene's factory. Wouldn't anybody be delight ed to see an old friend take an idea out of the air like that-an idea that most people laughed at him for wouldn't any old friend of his be happy to see how he'd made his idea into such a splendid, humming thing as that factory-all shiny steel, click. ing, buzzing away, and with all those workmen, such muscled-looking men and yet so intelligent looking? It's beautiful to see such a thing" she said "It makes us all happy, dear old Eugenep
 And with a brave gesture she stretched out her hand to him across the small table. He took it quickly giving her a look in which his laughter tried to remain but vanished before a gratitude threatening to become emo tional in spite of him. Isabel how. ever, turned instantly to Fanny. "Give him your hand, Fanny" she said gay ly; and as Fanny mechanically obeyed, "There!" Isabel cried "H brother George were here, Eugene would have his three oldest and bes friends congratulating him all at once We know what brother George thinks about it, though. It's just beautiful Eugene"
 Lucy leaned toward George .ant whispered, "Did you ever see anYthint so lovely?"
 "As what?" George inquired, no because he misunderstood but be cause he wished to prolong the pleas ant neighborliness of whispering.
 "As your mother! Think of her do ing that! She's a darling An( papa"-here she imperfectly represset tendency to laugh-''papa looks a, if he were either going to explode ol utter loud sobs !"
 Eugene commanded his features however, and they resumed their GUS tomary apprehensiveness q used tC write verses" he said-"if you remem ber-'
 "Yes," Isabel interrupted gently. q remember"
 T don't recall that I've written any for twenty years or so," he continued But I'm almost thinking I could dc it again, to thank you for making a factory visit into such kind cele- bration."
 "Graciousl" Lucy whispered, gig gling. Aren't they sentimental !"
 SOEAS ilitll uSC uIWdyS are, George returned. "They get sentiment tai over anything at all Factories or restaurants, it doesn't matter what !'
 And both of them were seized with fits of laughter which they managed to cover under the general movement of departure, as Isabel had risen to 20.
 Outside upon the crowded street George helped Lucy into his runabout and drove off, waving triumphantly and laughing at Eugene, who was struggling with the engine of his car. in the tonneau of which Isabel and Fanny had established themselves. Looks like hand-organ man grind ing away for pennies" said George, as the runabout turned the corner into National avenue. 'I'll still take a horse, any day"
 He was not so cocksure half an hour later, on an open road, when a siren whistle walled behind him, and before the sound had died away Eugene's car. coming from behind with what seemed fairly liko lOYU 4l