The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1919-10-17
CHAPTER vi.

The appearance of Miss Lucy Nor
"a the next day, as she sat in
georges fast cutter, proved so charm
fner that her escort was stricken 10
soft words instantly and failed 10 con
tro, a poetic impulse. You look
like" he said. Your face looks
like-it looks like snowflake on
lump of coal. / mean IA snowflake
that would be a rose-leaf too"
perhaps you'd better look at the
reins." she returned. 1--WE almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink In
your cheeks for n snowflake" he con-
tinted. "What's that fairy story about
snos-white and rose-red-"
Were going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
feri"
well. you see. I'm only here for
TWO weeks"
II mean the sleigh" she explained.
Were not the only people on the
street. you know"
ooh. they'll keep out of he way"
That's very patrician charioteeer-
ing, but it seems 10 me 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. II suppose your
father thinks he can build horseless
carriage TO 90 that fasti"
They go that fast already, some
times
"Yes." said George; they do-for
about hundred feetl Then they give
a 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
pantibg Jets of vapor, darted at the
passing sleighs 10 ride on the runners,
or sought to rope their sleds TO any
vehicle whatever, but the fieetest no
more than just touched the flying cut
ter, though a hundred Soggy mittens
grasped for 1t, then reeled and whirled
till sometimes the wearers of those
daring mittens plunged flat in the
sngw and lay a-sprawl. rejecting.
II But there came painting and chug
ging up that fiat thoroughfare a thing
which some day was TO spoil all their
sleightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like topIess surrey. but cum
brous with unwholesome eXcrescenceS
fore and aft, while underneath were
that whir-ed and howled and seemed
10 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 ShriIIed
increasingly: sit boss. Git boss
Git a hossl Mister, why don't you git
q 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 countenance between the
forward visor of a deer-stalker cap
and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster.
'Git hosS!" the children shrieked,
and gruffer voices joined Them "Git
a hossi Git a hossi Git boss, :"
George Minafer was correct thus
far; the twelve miles an hour of such
a machine would never overtake
Georges trotter. The cutter was al
ready scurrying between the stone pill
lars at the entrance to Anderson ad-
dition.
That's my grandfather's," said
George. nodding toward the ANDERSON
mansion
Il ought to know THAR" Lucy ex-
claimed 1--WE stayed there late enough
last night: papa and 1 were almost
the last to go. He and your mother
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
sicians to play another waltz when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the fddles were being put away
in their cases. Papa danced part of |
1t 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 a sealskin gauntlet to Indicate |
the house Major Anderson had built
for Isabel as a wedding gift. He
frowned as they passed closed car
riage and pair The body of this CON-
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 |
cnachnnn. fat and elderly darby. |
seemed TO browse upon the box; but
The open window afforded the occu-
p lnts of the cutter glimpse of a |
+ ed. fine old face, silk hat. a pearl
Il end nm astraclian collar, evidently |