Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1919-10-17
CHAPTER vIII-cOntinued.

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: it
had worn itself out and they forgot it.
The Major had taken a great fancy
to her, insisting upon her presence
and her fathers at the Anderson fam
ily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to firt
with old people, he said, as she sat
next aim at the table on one of these
Sunday occasions; and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was a terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was p the Major laughed when she
demonstrated. t'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
poor musicians just gave up! That
serenade was just before Isabel was
married-and don't you fret, Miss
Lucy: your father remembers 1t well
enodgh!" The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. "The fact
IS" the Major went on hilariously, 81
believe If Eugene hadn't broken that
bass eddie and given himself away
isabel would never have taken Will
bur shouldn't be surprised If that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got heri What do you think, VIII
bur-?
81 shouldn't be surprised" said VIII
bur placidy. "If your notion is right
I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard run y
The Major always drank three
glasses of champagne at his Sunday
dinner. and he was finishing the third.
"What do you say about it, Isabel?
By Jove" he cried, pounding the
table, shes blushingl"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
be 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 thing that maTes me forgive
that bass VOL for getting in my way"
What is it?" the Major asked.
Lucy," said Morgan gently.
Isabel gave him a quick glance, all
warm approval, and there was muir
mur Of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
iy enough, for the most part. and at
the end seemed to fly. On the last
night before George went back to be
junior his mother asked him conf
IDENTIFY if it had not been happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about II, he an
swered. "Oh, 1 suppose so. Why?"
I just thought 1t would he nice to
hear you say So" she said, smiling.
ITS seemed to me that it 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 it primroses?
Time does really fly, or perhaps it's
hke the sky-and smoke"
George was puzzled. 1T strikes me
you're getting mixed. l don't see
much resemblance between time and
me sky, or between things and smoke
WFeaths; but I do see one reason you
ilke Lucy Morgan so much. She
@lEs that same kind Of wistful
uoony way sometimes don't mean
% say I mind 1t in either of you, be-
cause | rather like to listen to it,
and you've got very good voice,
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
'% how much smoke and sky, and
80 on, you talk. Sos Lucy's, for that
iuatter; and see why you're con-
GENIAL. She talks that way to her
lather no; and he's right there with
l.ie same kind Of gun. Well, it's all
I!sE with me! I've got plenty to
mink about when people drool along"
She pressed his hand to her cheek,
ana tear made tiny warm streak
ac1css one of his knuckles.
FOR heavens sakem he said
mats the matter? Isn't everything
al slghtY
you're going awayl I never can
year to see you go-that's the most
:, L. I'm little bothered about your
father. too"
"WhyY'
Z seems TO me he looks so bad.
Ayerybody thinks So
y nat nonsenseF' George laughed.
ae been LOOKING thst way oil sum