Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-10-03

she said. II suppose that's because
it's growing, AS it giows bigger it
seems to get ASHAMED of itself, so 1t
makes this cloud and hides in it.
Papa says il used to be bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of it differently-he always has
gentle look. a particular tone of voice,
I've noticed. He must have been very
fond of 1t. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was Just
one long midsummer serenade. lie
the air wasn't like the air anywhere
elSe-that. as he remembers it, there
always seemed to be gold dust In the
air. / doubt i'll l think it doesn't
seem to be duller air TO him now
just on account of having little SCOT
in it sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here is just his being young that
he remembers. 1 think it was just
youth. 1t is pretty pleasant 90 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 sleigh6ells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
frightened the reins, and the cutter was
or again at three-minute trot, no
deSpicable rate of speed. 1t was not
long before they were again passing
Lncy's Beautiful House. and here
George thought fit to put an appendix
to his remark. You're a funny girl
and you know a iot--but / don't be-
lieve YOU know much about archltec-
ture r.
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was a strange Sllhou-
cite. 1t approached moderately and
without visible means of progression
so the matter seemed from a distance;
but as the cutter shortened the dis
lance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. Morgan'S horseless carriage, con
yeying four people atop. Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him. ana,
in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George Anderson. All
four seemed to be in the llyeliest hu-
NOR. like high-spirited people upon a
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly as the cutter
flashed by them.
"For the Lords saker George
gasped
"Your mothers dear" said Lucy.
"And she does wear the most hewitch-
ing things! She looked like Russian
princess. though doubt If they're that
handsome"
George said hcthing; he drove 90
till they had crossed ANDERSON addi.
ton aud reached the stone pillars at
the head of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said
1T certainly is the welrdest. era.
ziest--"
He lett the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again ia sight 81
the old sewing machine. George shont.
ed mCckingly,
Alas! three figures stood in the road,
and pair Of legs with the toes turned
up Indicated that fourth figure lay
upon is back In the snow. beneath u
horseiess carriage that had decided to
need horse.
George became vociferous with
laughter. and coming up to his irot-
ter's best gait snow spraying from
runners and every hoof, swerved to
the side of the road and shot by shout
ing, "Git boss Git boss Git
boss 7"
Three hundred yards away he turned
and came back, racing; leaning out
az he passed. to wave jeeringly al the
group about the disabled machine:
cit boss! Git noss! Git a.
The trotter had broken into a gallon.
and Lucy cried warming 'Be care
full r. she said. 'Look where you're
drivingi There's ditch on that side.
Look"
George turned too late; the cutters
right runner went into the ditch and
snapped off the little sleigh upset.
ano. after dragging its occupants some
fifteen yards, left them lying together
in bank Of snow. Then the vigorous
young horse kicked himself free OF
MI annoyances and disappeared down
the read. gallopIng cheerfllly.
CHAPTER VII.