The Connecticut labor press., 1919-09-20

AN you mean: not in my way?"
 People often say in a way and rather distinguished looking, or rather so-and-so, or rather anything, to show that they're superior, don't they. It's a kind of snob slang, think. Of course people don't always say rather or in way to be su periOr."
 "I should say not! I use both of 'em a great deal myself" said George. "One thing I don't see, though: Whats the use of a man being six feet three? Men that size can't handle themselves as we'll as a man about five feet eleven and a half can."
 George was a straightforward soul, at least. "See here!' he said. Are you engaged to anybody?"
 "No."
 Not wholly modified, he shrugged his shoulders. You seem to know a good many people,! Do you live in New York"
 "No. We don't live anywhere" What do you mean: you don't live anywhere?"
 "We've lived all over," she answered. Papa used to live here in this town, but that was before I was born.' ''What do you keep moving around so for? Is he q promOter?" "No. He's an inventor"
 What's he invented?" "Just lately" said Lucy, Ines been 1 working on a new kind of horseless carriage"
 "Well, I'm sorry for him." George said, in no unkindly spirit. "Those things are never going to amount to | anything. People aren't going to spend their lives lying on their backs in the road and letting grease drip in their faces.'
 "Papa'd be so grateful" she re- turned, If he could have your ad- vice"
 Instantly Georges face became flushed. "I don't know that I've done anything to be insulted for!'' he said. q don't see that what I said was par | ticularly fresh"
 "No, indeed!"
 "Then what do you" She laughed gayly. T don't! And I don't mind your being such a lofty person at all. I think it's ever so interesting-but papa's a great man '" 'Is he?" George decided to be good-natured. Well, let us hope SO. l hope so, I'm sure." Looking at him keenly, she saw that the magnificent youth was incredibly sincere in this bit of graciousness. 1 She shook her head in gentle wonder. I'm just beginning to understand" :" | she said.
 understand what?"
 What 1t means to be a real Am person in this town. Papa told me something about it before we came, | but I see he didn't say half enough !'' George superbly took this all for tribute. Did your father say he knew the family before he left here?" ''Yes. I believe he was particularly a friend of your Uncle George; and | he didn't say so, but I imagine he must have known your mother very we'll, too. He wasn't an inventor | then; he was a young lawyer. The town was smaller in those days, and I believe he was quite well known" T dare say. I've no doubt the fam fly are all very glad to see him back, especially if they used to have him at the house a good deal, as he told you."
 'I don't think he meant to boast of it,'' she said. "He spoke quite calmly she retorted, as her partner for the next dance arrived. She took wing away on the breeze of the waltz, and George, having stared glOOmily after her for a few moments, postponed filling an engage ment, and strolled round the fluctu- ating outskirts of the dance to where his uncle. George Anderson, stood smilfngly watching, under one of the rose-vine arches at the entrance to the room.
 Hello, young ~namesake," said the uncle. "Why fingers the laggard heel of the dancer? Haven't you got 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. He's a man with a pretty daughter, Georgie. Me seemed you've been spending the eve ming noticing something of that sort or do I err?"
 "Never mind! What sort is he?" 'I think we'll have to give him | character, Georgie. He's an old | friend; used to practice law here l perhaps he had more debts than cases | but he paid 'em all up before he left town. Your question is purely mer- cenary, 1 take it: you want to know | his true worth before proceeding fur
 ther with the daughter I cannot in 1 form you, though I notice signs of | coming dress of hers. However, you
 never can tell. It 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-' 'Oh, dry up!' said the nephew. "I
 understand this Morgan"
 "Mr. Eugene Morgan" his uncle
 suggested. "PoTfteness requires that | the young should"