The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-10-02

letter several times. Then he dropped
the missive In his waste basket to
join the clipping, and strolled down
the corridor Of his dormitory to Dor
row a copy Of Twelfth Night" Hav-
ing secured one he returned to his
study and refreshed his memory of
the play-but received no enlighten-
ment that enabled him to comprehend
Lucy's strange remark. However, he
found himself impelled in the direc-
ton of correspondence, and presently
wrote a 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 about me at the
theater. that some actor was more demo-
cratic In his manners than ! am, which l
do not understand. You know my theory
of life because / explained II to you on
our first drive together. when / told you
l would not talk to everybody about
things / feel like the way / spoke to you
OF my theory OF life. j believe those who
are able should have a true theory of life,
and l developed my theory of life long,
long ago.
Well, here I SIT smoking my faithful
briar pipe, INDUCING In the fragrance of
my tabac as i 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. l can
see now how boyish in many ways l was
then. / believe what has changed me as
-..~L H. .--. Id. 1880 "a
the time l met you. So I sit here with
my faithful briar and dream the old
dSeams over as II 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 I would find my friend waiting
for me when l get home next summer.
I will be glad my friend will be waiting
for me. I am not capable Of friendship
except for the very few, and. looking back
over my life, I remember there were times
when / doubted IL I could feel a great
friendship for anybody-especially girls.
Here In the old place l do not believe In
being Neutrality-suspicious. with every
Tom, Dick and Harry just because he
happens to be q classmate any more than
/ do at home, where l have always been
careful who I 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 I hear you are
seeing Q good deal Of the family since I
left. I hope sometimes you think Of the
member who Is absent. got a silver
frame for o photograph In New York,
and I keep II on my desk. 1t Is the only
girls photograph I ever tool the trouble
to have framed, though, as I told you
frankly. I have had any number Of other
girls' photographs, yet all were only pass
Ing fancies, and oftentimes I have ques-
toned in years past II / was capable Of
much friendship toward the feminine sex,
which I usually found shallow until our
own friendship began. When / look at
your photograph I say to myself. AT
last. at last here IL one that will not
prove shallow"
Friend. this is from your friend.
G.. A NJ.
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 q little
breathless and a 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 Ii was "still 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 thu
Major, declining to hear him out, In
terrupted ENORMOUSLY, saying that he
had enough to bother him without any
advice from George; and retired t.
his library, going so far as to loci
the door audibly.
Second childhood" George NUT
tered, shaking his head; and h
thought sadly that the Major had no
long to live. However, this surmis'
depressed him for only a moment O
so. OF course people couldn't be ex
pected to live forever. and It woul'
be q good thing to have someone II
charge Of the Estate who wouldn'
let 1t get to looking so rusty that rim
rafr dared to make fun Of 1t. Flo
George had lately undergone the al
noyance Of calling upon the Morgan'
in the rather stuffy red velours an
gilt parlor of their apartment at tn
hotel, one evening when Mr.. Fret
erick Kinney also was a caller. an
Mr.. Kinney had not been tactful. !
fact, though he adopted Q humorou
tone Of voice In expressing sympath
for people who. through the city
poverty In hotels, were Obliged I
stay at the ANDERSON, Mr.. Kinney
intention was interpreted by tn
other visitor as not at all humorou'
but. on the contrary. personal and o
fensive.
George rose abruptly. his face th
color Of wrath. "Good night, Mis-
Morgan. Good night, Mr.. Morgan.
shall take pleasure In calling at SON
other time when q more courteoy
sort Of people may be present"
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