The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1919-11-28
By Bseth
harrington

| on what may be nothing more than
unfortunate appearances and
MY God!" said George II can't
stand this!"
You have the option OF dropping
the subject" Mrs. Johnson suggested
tartly. and she added: '-Or of leaving
| the house"
"rll do that soon enough. but first
l mean TO know"
Il am perfectly willing TO tell you
anything you wish If you will remem-
Der to ask 1t quietly. I'll also take
the liberty OF reminding you that l
had perfect right to discuss the sub
ject with your aunt. Other people
| "Other peopIe!" the unhappy George
repeated viciously. That's what
want to know about-these other peo-
pie! You say you know of other peo-
pie who talk about this
Il presume they do"
How manyT
| "What?"
II want to know how many other
people talk about it,"
| Dear. dear!' she protested. "How
should know thatr'
Haven't you heard anybody men
ton it?'
| 81 presume So"
well. how many have you heardr'
! Mrs. Johnson was becoming more
annoyed than apprehensive, and she
| showed 1t. Really. this isn't court
room," she said "And I'm not a de-
| PENDANT in q libel suit, either ~
what remained of his balance. You
may be !" he cried II intend to know
| just who's dared to say these things,
| If 1 have to force my way into every
| house In town, and I'm going to make
| them take every word of Ii backi l
| mean to know the name Of every SIAN
derer that's spoken of this matter to
| you and of every tattler you've passed
| it on to yourself. / mean TO know"
You'll know something pretty
| quick" she said, rising with difficult
| ty; and her voice was thick with the
sense Of insult you'll know that
you're out In the street. Please to
leave my housed"
George stiffened sharply. Then he
bowed, and strobe out OF the door.
Three minutes later, disheveled and
perspiring, but cold oil over, he burst
into his Uncle Georges room at the
Majors without knocking. Anderson
was dressing.
Good gracious. GeOrgieI" he ex-
claimed, what's up?'
1--WE just come from Mrs. John
son's-across the street." George pant
ed.
"You have your own tastes ~ was
Amberson's comment. But curious as
they are you ought to do something
better with your hair, and button
your waistcoat to the right buttons
even for Mrs. Johnson What were
you doing over there?"
"She told me to leave the house."
George said desperately. II went
there because Aunt Fanny told me the
whole town was talking about my
mother and that man Morgan-that
they say my mother is going to marry
him and that proves she was too fond
of him before my father died-she
said this Mrs. Johnson was one that
talked about 1t, and l went to her to
ask who were the Others"
Amberson'S jaw fell In dismay
Don't tell me you did that" he said,
in low voice; and then, seeing 1t was
true, "Oh, now you have done it. ~
I've done it?" George cried. what
do you mean: I've done 1t? And what
have / done?"
Anderson had collapsed into an
easy chair beside his dressing table,
the white evening tie he had been
about to put on dangling from his
hand. which had fallen Imply on the
arm of the chair. by Jove!" he NUT
tered. THAT is too bad!"
George folded his arms bitterly.
"Will you kindly answer my question?
What have 1 done that wasn't honor
able and right? Do you think these
riffraff can go about bandying my
mothers name"