The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-10-03

that coiillion with me simply because
you've, promised a-a--a miserable
red-heade6 outsider like Fred Kinney,
why we ;i::ght as well quit!'
"Quit what?"
You know perfectly well what ]
mean" he said huskily.
Il don't"
well, you ought tot"
But I don't at ALI"
George, thoroughly hurt, and not
little embittered, expressed himself
in a short outburst of laughter: swell,
I ought to have seen It'll"
"Seen whatT
"That you might turn out TO be a
girl who'd like fellow of the red
headed Kinney sort. ought to have
seen it from the first!"
Lucy bore her disgrace lightly. "Oh,
dancing a cotillion with person
doesn't mean that you like kim-but
don't see anything in particular the
matter with Mr.. Kinney. What is?"
II prefer not to discuss It," said
George CURLY. Hes an enemy Of
NINE"
"Whyg"
Il prefer not to discuss it,
"Well, but"
81 prefer not to discuss It'll"
VERY WELL" She began to hum the
air of the song which Mr.. George Am
berson was now discoursing, 80 moon
of my delight that knows no wane"-
and there was no further conversation
on the back seat.
The continuance stopped with
heart-shaking jerk before Isabel's
house. The gentlemen jumped down,
helping Isabel and Fanny to descend;
there were friendly leavetakings-and
one that was not precisely friendly.
"It's 'au revoir' till tonight, isn't lit"
Lucy asked, laughing.
"Good afternoon" said George. and
he did not wait as his relatives did, to
see the old sewing machine start brisk
ly down the street, toward the Shar-
ons'; it's lighter load consisting now
of only Mr.. Morgan and his daughter.
George went into the house at once.
He found his. father reading the
evening paper in the library. "Where
are your mother and your Aunt Fan
ny?" Mr. Minafer inquired, not look
ing up.
They're coming" said his son; and,
| casting himself heavily into chair,
stared at the fire.
His prediction was verified few
| moments later; the two ladies came
in cheerfully, unfastening their fur
| cloaks. "It's all right, Georgia" said
Isabel. "Your Uncle George called to
| us that Pendennis got home safely.
Put your shoes close to the fire, dear,
or else go and change them"
"Look here" said George abruptly.
''How about this man Morgan and his
| old sewing machine? Doesn't he want
to get grandfather to put money into
it? Isn't he trying to work Uncle
George for that? Isn't that what he's
up tor
1t was Miss Fanny who responded.
"You little silly!" she cried, with sur
prising sharpness. "What on earth
are you. talking about? Eugene Nor
gan's perfectly able to finance his own
inventions these days."
"He strikes me as that sort of
man." George answered doggedly.
isn't he, father?"
Minafer set down his. paper for the
moment. 'He was fairly wild young
fellow twenty years ago." he said,
| glancing at his wife absently. "He
was like you in one thing, George: he
spent too much money-only he didn't
| have any mother to get money out Of
grandfather for him, so he was usu-
ally in debt. But believe I've heard
he's done fairly well of late years.
| No, / can't say I think he's q swim
dler, and I doubt If he needs anybody
else's money to back his horseless car
rage"
| "Well, what's. he brought the old
thing here for, then? People that own
elephants don't take their elephants
around with 'em when they go visit
ing. What's he got it here for"
'Tm sure I don't know" said Mr..
Minafer, resuming his paper. 'You
might ask him."
| Isabel laughed and patted her hus-
| bands shoulder again. "Aren't you
going to dress? Aren't we all going
to the dancer"