Bogalusa enterprise and American. (Bogalusa, La.) 1918-19??, 1919-11-27


ton Of correspondence, and presently
wrote letter-not a reply to his
Aunt Fanny.
Dear Lucy: No doubt you will be sur
prised at hearing from me so soon again,
especially as this makes two in answer
to the one received from you since getting
back to the old place. hear you have
been making comments about me at the
theater, that some actor was more demo-
cratic in his manners than 1 am, which I
do not understand. You know my theory
Of life because explained 1t to you on
our first drive together, when told you
would not talk to everybody about
things I feel like the way spoke to you
Of my theory of life. I believe those who
are able should have a true theory Of life,
and developed my theory of life long.
long ago.
Well, here sit smoking my faithful
bFiar pipe, INDUCING in the fragrance of
my tabac as look out on the campus
from my many paned window, and things
are different with me from the way they
were way back in freshman year I can
see now how boyish In many ways was
then. believe what has changed me az
much az anything was my visit home at
the time / met you. So sit here with
my faithful briar and dream the old
dreams over as 1t were, dreaming Of the
waltzes we waltzed together and Of that
last night before we parted, and you told
me the good news you were going to live
there, and would find my friend waiting
for me when ] get home next summer.
I viii be glad my friend will be waiting
for me. am not capable of friendship
except for the very few. and, looking back
over my life, remember there were times
when doubted Il 1 could feel a great
friendship for anybody-especially girls.
fore In he old r1Ia Slrk M half In
being NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. with every
Tom, Dick and Harry just because he
happens to be a ciassmate any more than
do at home, where have always been
careful who was seen with, largely on
account Of the family, but also because
my disposition ever since my boyhood has
been to encourage real intimacy from but
the few.
From several letters from my mother,
and one from Aunt Fanny hear you are
seeing good deal of the family since I
left. hope sometimes you think of the
member who il absent. I got a silver
frame for your photograph in New York,
ana keep II on my desk. It IL the only
girls photograph / ever took the trouble
to have framed, though, as told you
frankly. have had any number OF other
girls Photographic yet all were only pass
ing fancies, and oftentimes ] have ques-
toned I'm years past If was capable of
much friendship toward the feminine sex,
which usually found shallow until our
own friendship began When look at
your photograph say to myself, "At
last. at last here is one that win not
prove shallow"
Friend, this is from your friend.
G. A. M.
Georges anticipations were not dis
appointed. When he came home in
June his friend was awaiting him; at
least she was so pleased to see him
again that for a few minutes after
their first encounter she was a little
GREATNESS and q great deal glowing,
and quiet withal.
Lucy and her father were living at
the Anderson hotel. while Morgan got
his small machine shops built in a
western outskirt Of the town: and
George grumbled about the shabbi-
ness and the Old-fashioned, look Of the
hotel, though It was "stlll the best in
the place, Of course" He remon-
strated with his grandfather, declar-
ing that the whole Anderson Estate
would be getting '.run down and out
at heel If things weren't taken in
hand pretty soon." He urged the
general need of rebuilding, renovat-
ing, vanishing and lawsuits. But the
Major, declining to hear him out, in
'terrupted ENORMOUSLY, saying that he
had enough to bother him without any
advice from George; and retired to
his library, going SO far as to lock
the door audibly.
Second childhoodl'' George NUT
tered, shaking his head; and he
thought sadly that the Major had not
long to live. However, this surmise
depressed him for only moment or
so. OF course people couldn't be ex-
pected to live forever. and it would
be good thing to have someone in
charge of the Estate who wouldn't
let it get to looking so rusty that riff
raff dared to make fun Of It. For
George had lately undergone the an
nOyance Of calling upon the Morgans,
in the rather stuffy red velours and
gilt parIor Of their apartment at the
hotel, one evening when Mr.. Fred
erick Kinney also was caller, and
Mr.. Kinney had not been tactful. In
fact, though he adopted a humorous
tone of voice in expressing sympathy
for people who, through the city's
poverty in hotels, were obliged to
stay at the Anderson, Mr.. Kfnney's
intention was interpreted by the
other visitor as not at all humorous,
but. on the contrary, personal and of
fensive.
George rose abruptly, his face the
color of wrath. "Good night, Miss
Morgan. Good night, Mr.. Morgan. I
shall take pleasure in calling at some
other time when a more courteous
sort of people may be present."
'Look hereI r. the hot-headed Fred
burst out. 'Don't you try to make me
out a boor, George Minaferl / wasn't
limiting anything at you; simply for
got all about your grandfather own
ing this old building. Don't you try
to put me in the light Of boori
won't"
But George walked ont in the very