The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1919-10-10

Anderson laughed. I'm afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
By ancient recollections. George"
You meant she used to be silly
about him?"
"She wasn't considered singular"
said the uncle. He was-he was
popular. Could you bear question:"
what do you mean: could l
bear,
Il only wanted to ask: Do you take
this same passionate interest in the
parents of every girl you dance with?
Perhaps it's a new fashion we old
bachelors ought to take up. Is it the
thing this year to-"
"Oh, go oni" said George. moving
away. II only wanted to know" He
left the sentence unfinished. and
and crossed the room to where a girl
sat waiting for his nobility TO find
time to fulfill his contract with her
for this dance.
Pardon f keep watt he muttered.
as she rose brightly to meet him; and
she seemed pleased that he came at
all. He danced with her perfunctor-
rily, thinking the while of Mr.. Eugene
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
the father :han the daughter. though
George could not possibly have given
reaSon-even TO himSelf-fors this
disturbing preponderance.
By a coincidence, though not an
odd one. the thoughts and conversa-
ton OF Mr. Eugene Morgan at this
very time were concerned with
George ANDERSON Minafer. rather cas-
ually, IL is true. Mr.. Morgan had re-
tired to room set apart for smok-
ing, on the second floor, and had
found a grizzled gentleman loungins
in solitary possession.
"'Gene Morgan." this person ex-
claimed, rising with great heartiness.
Il don't believe you know mel''
YES, do. Fred Kinney" Mr. Nor
gan returned with equal friendliness.
Your real face-the one / used to
know-it's just underneath the one
you're masquerading in tonight. You
ought to have changed it more if you
wanted disguise"
Twenty years !" said Mr.. Kinney.
at makes some difference in faces,
but more in behavior!
1T does so!'' his friend agreed with
explosive emphasis.
They sat and smoked.
However" Mr.. Morgan remarked
presently, II still dance like an In
dian. Don't your
mo. 1 leave that to my boy Fred.
He does the dancing for the family"
81 suppose he's upstairs hard at
it?''
mo, he's not here" Mr.. Kinney
glanced toward the open door and
lowered his voice. HE wouldn't come
1t seems that couple of years or
so ago he had q row with young
George Minafer. Fred was president
of a literary club they had, and he
said this George Minafer got himself
elected instead. in an overbearing
sort of way. Fred's very bitter about
his row with George Minafer. He
says he'd rather burn his foot off
than set 1t inside any Anderson house
or any place else where young Geor-
gle Isl
do people like young Minafer gen.
erally?"
81 don't know about generally 1
guess he gets plenty of toadying; but
there's certainly a lot of people that
are glad to express their opinions
about him."
whats the matter with him?"
"Too much Anderson, I suppose,
for one thing. And for another, his
mother just fell down and worshiped
him from the day he was born. He
and honestly 1t makes some people
weak and sick just to think about |
him! Yet that high-spirited. intelli- |
gent woman, Isabel Anderson, actu |
ally sits and worships him! You can
hear 1t in her voice when she speaks |
to him or speaks of him. You can see
it in her eyes when she looks at him. |
My Lord What does she see when |
she looks at him?'
Morgan's odd expression of genial |
deepened whimsically. |
"She sees something that we don't |
See," he said.
"What does she see?"
IAN angel"
Kinney laughed aloud. ''Well, II
she sees an angel when she looks at |
George Minafer she's funnier wom-
an than l thought she was!"
perhaps she is" said Morgan But
that's what she sees"
"My Lord! It's easy to see you've
only known him an hour or so. In j
that time have you looked at George
and seen an angela"