The Connecticut labor press., 1919-09-27

NeOOA SC "dS lIOC plcdScu OOcS IL belong to you?" = = .; Of course not Papa brought me out here the other day, driving in his machine, and we both loved it. It's so spacious and dignifed and plafn.''
 Yes, it's plain enough!" George grunted.
 Yet it's lovely; the gray-green roof and shutters give just enough color, with the trees, for the long white walls. It seems to be the finest house I've seen in this part of the country" |"
 George was outraged by an enthu- siasm so ignorant-not ten minutes ago they had passed the Anderson mansion. "Is that a sample. of your taste in architecture he asked.
 ''Yes. Why?"
 Because it strikes me you better go somewhere and study the subject a little!"
 Lucy looked puzzled. What makes you have so much feeling about it? Have offended you?"
 'Ofended' nothing {" George re- turned brusquely.~- - Girls usually think they know it all as soon as they've learned~to dance and dress and f1irt a little. They never. know any thing about things like architecture. for instance That &house was, about as bum house as any house I ever saw!"
 He spoke of 1t in the past tense, be- cause they had now left it far behind them-a human habit of curious sig nif1cance. "It was like house meant for street in the city. What kind of house was that for people of any taste to build out here in the coun- try?"
 But papa says it's built that way on purpose. There are a lot of other houses being built in this direction, and papa says the city's coming out this way: and in a year or two that house will be right in town"
 "It was a bum house, anyhow" said George grossly. II 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 raff that have always lived here, and have made little money, and act as if they owned the place. Uncle Syd- S 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 I 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 '"
 At this he was remorseful. "All right; we'll turn and drive south awhile till you get warmed up again. I expect we have been going against the wind about long enough. Indeed, I'm sOrry!''
 He said, Indeed, I'm sorry in nice way, and looked very strikingly handsome when he said it, she thought. No doubt it is true that there is more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner repented than over all the saints who consistently remain holy. and the rare, sudden. gentlenesses of arrogant people have infinitely more
  gentle people Arrogance turned gentle melts the heart; and Lucy gave her companion a little sidelong, sunny nod of acknowledgment. George was dazzled by the quick glow of her eyes, and found himself 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 intermittently 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 said. 'I 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 it was always sunshiny, that the air wasn't like the air anywhere else-that, as he remembers it, there always seemed to be gold dust in the air. I doubt it! I think 1t doesn't seem to be duller air to him now just on account of having little soot in it sometimes, but probably because he was twenty years younger then. It seems to me the gold dust he thinks was here is just his being young that he remembers. I think 1t was just youth. It is pretty pleasant to be young, isn't it?'
 You're a funny girl" George said gently. But your voice sounds pretty nice 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 reins, and the cutter was off again at a three-minute trot, no despicable rate of speed. It 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 funny girl,