The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-08-06


"That's nothing" said George; but
he consented to look forward again.
'He can trot under three minutes, all
right" He laughed. 81 suppose your
father thinks he can build a horseless
carriage to 90 that fastrp
"They go that fast already, some.
tines
yes" said George; "they do-for
about a hundred feetl Then they give
yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith In horseless car
rlages, for she laughed and said moth
Ing The cold air was polka-dotted
with snowfiakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jingllng of sleigh
BELLS. Boys and girls, all agiow and
painting jets of vapor, darted at the
passing sleighs to ride on the runners,
or sought to rope their sleds to any
vehicle whatever, but the fieetest no
more than just touched the flying cut.
ter, though hundred soggy mittens
grasped for It, then reeled and whirIed
till sometimes the wearers Of those
daring mittens plunged fiat In the
snow and lay a-sprawl, rejecting.
But there came painting and chug-
ging up that fiat thoroughfare a thing
which some day was 10 spoil all their
sleightime merriment-saVe for the
rashest and most disObedient. 1t was
vaguely like topless surrey. but cum
brous with unwholesOme excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whlrred and hOwled and seemed
to stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to a con-
trivance so nOnsensieal and yet so
fearsome. Instead they gave over their
sport and concentrated all their ener-
gies in their lungs, so that up and
down the street the one cry shrllled
"GIt boss! Git boss!
Git boss Mister, why don't you git
a hoss?" But the mahout in charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
unconcerned-he laughed, and now
and then ducked a SNOWFALL without
losing any Of his good-nature. It was
Mr. Eugene Morgan who exhibited so
cheerful a cOuntenance between the
forward visor of q deer-staiker cap
and the collar of a fuzzy gray ulster.
"Git hoss" the children shrieked,
and gruffer voices Joined them, "Gft
A boss Git boss Git hossp'
George Minafer was correct thus
Tar; the twelve miles an hour of such
1 machine would never overtake
Georges trOtter. The cutter was al
'eady scurrying between the stone pill
ars at the entrance to Anderson ad-
iition.
That's my grandfather's," said
George, nOdding toward the ANDERSON
mansion.
81 ought to know thatw Lucy ex-
eve stayed there late enough |
asst night: papa and 1 were almost |
the last to go. He and your mother
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu-
slclans to play another waltz when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the fiddles were being put away
IN their cases. Papa danced part Of
t with Miss Minafer and the rest with
your mother. Miss Minafer's your
lunt, isn't she?"
Eyes; she lives with us. That's our
louse just beyond grandfather's," He
waved scalskln gauntlet to Indicate
he house Major Anderson had built
or Isabel as a wedding gift. He
rOwned as they passed a closed car
iage and pair. The body of this COM
Ortable vehicle sagged slightly to one
side; the paint was old and scanned
With hundreds of minute cracks like
title rivers on black map; the
'Oachman, fat and elderly darby,
seemed to browse upon the box; but