The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-11-14
CHAPTER vIII-continued.

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In the matter Of GOODNESS George
met Lucy upon her own predeter-
mined ground; in fact, he was there
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftier and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks, and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty: II
had worn itself out and they forgot 1t.
The Major had taken great fancy
TO her, insisting upon her presence
and her fathers at the Anderson fam
lily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to fiirt
with old people, he said, as she sat
next him at the table on one Of these
Sunday occasions; and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was - the Major laughed when she
demonstrated. 'He came up here
with my son George and some others
for a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into a bass fiddle, and the
. DOR musicians just gave up! That
serenade was just before Isabel was
iuarried-and don't you fret. Miss
Lucy: your father remembers 1t well
enough The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger ut
Eugene across the table. "The fact
U.s." the Major went on hilariously, II
believe II Eugene hadn't broken that
lass fiddle and given himself away
isabel would never have taken VIII
bur! shouldn't be surprised II that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got heri What do you think, VIII
burT
II shouldn't be surprised" said Will
bur placidy. "If your notion is right
I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard run"
The Major always drank three
glasses OF chsmpagne at his Sunday
dinner. and he was finishing the third.
"Wipt do you say about it, Isabel?
BY Jovel" he cried. pounding the
table, "she's blushing!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
he laughed without any sign Of embar-
rassment other than his heightened
color. There's another important
thing-that Is, for me-" he said. "Its
the only thug that makes me forgive
that bass vlol for getting In my way"
"What is itf" the Major asked.
Lucy" said Morgan gently.
Isabel gave him quick glance, all
warm approval. and there was a MUIR
muir of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
ly enough, for the most part and ut
the end seemed to fly. On the last
night before George went back to be
q junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY IL 1t had not been q happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about It, he an
swered. "Oh, suppose so. Why?"
II Just thought 1t would be nice to
hear you say So" she said, smiling.
"It's seemed to me that 1t must have
been happy summer for you-a real
summer of roses and wine'-without
the wine, perhaps. Gather We roses
while We mayor was 1t primroses?
Time does really fly, or perhaps It's
like the sky-and smoke"
George was puzzled. 1T strikes me
Syou're etting mixed. don't see
much resemblance between time and
the sky, or between things and smoke
wreaths; but do see one reason you
like Lucy Morgan so much. She
talks that same kind Of wistful,
moony way sometimes-I don't mean
to say I mind 1t in either Of you, be-
cause I rather like to listen to It.
and you've got q very good voice,
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
tar how much smoke and sky. and
30 on, you talk. Sos Lucy's, for that
matter; and see why you're con-
genial. She talks that way to her
father. too; and he's right there with
the same kind Of gufr. Well, it's all
right with mel I've got plenty to
think about when people drool alongl"
She pressed his hand to her cheek,
and tear made a tiny warm streak
across one of his knuckles.
For heavens sakep he said
whats the matterf Isn't everything
al -ight?"
You're going awayI 1 never can
near to see you go-that's the most
Of it. I'm little bothered about your
father. too"
"Why7"
1T seems TO me he looks so bad.
Everybody thinks So" a..
Z what nonsensew George laughed.
-IIs's been locking thst way al sum