The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-09-18

said the uncle. He was-he was
popular. Could you bear a question? o.
what do you mean: could
bear"
II 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 onr" said George, moving
away. II only wanted to know" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
and crossed the room to where q girl
sat waiting for his nobility to find
time to fulfill his contract with her
for this dance.
Pardon f keep wait" 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 If Mr.. Eugene
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
the father than the daughter, though
George could not possibly have given
a reason-even to himself-for this
disturbing preponderance.
BY a coincidence, though not an
odd one, the thoughts and converse
ton Of MI. Eugene Morgan at this
very time were concerned with
George Anderson Minafer, rather cas-.
ually, it is true. Mr.. Morgan had re-
tired to a room set apart for smok-
ing, on the second floor, and had
found a grizzled gentleman loungina
In solitary possession.
"'Gene Morgan" this person ex
claimed, rising with great heartiness,
II don't believe YOU know me |"
Eyes, I do, Fred Kinney" Mr.. Nor
gan returned with equal friendlinesS
"Your real face-the one 1 used ia
know--it's just underneath the one
you're masquerading in tonight. You
ought to have changed 1t more If you
wanted a disguise"
Twenty years I" said Mr.. Kinney,
ut makes some difference In faces,
but more In behavior !"
ut 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 you"
mo. I leave that to my boy Fred.
He does the dancing for the family"
II suppose he's upstairs hard at
itT"
mo, he's not here" Mir. Kinney
glanced toward the open door and
lowered his voice. HE wouldn't come.
It seems that q couple Of years or
so ago he had q row with youni
George Minafer. Fred was presiden'
Of a literary club they had, and hi
said this George Minafer got himself
elected instead, in an everbearini
sort of way. Fred's very bitter about
his row with George Minafer. Ht
says he'd rather burn his foot of
than set it inside any Anderson house
or any place else where young Geor
gle is"
"Do people like young Minafer gen
erally?"
Il don't know about generally
guess he gets plenty Of toadying; but
there's certainly a lot of people thai
are glad to express their opinions
about him."
whats the matter with hlmT"
"Too much Anderson, 1 suppose
for n thing. And for another, hif
mother just fell down and worshiped
him from the day he was born. He
thinks he's a little tin god on wheels
and honestly it 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 car
bear it 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 himT"
Morgan's odd expression Of genial
apprehension deepened whimsically
"She sees something that we DOM
see," he said.
what does she sect"
San angel"
Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, II
she sees an angel when she looks al
George Minafer she's a funnier WON
an than l thought she wasw
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
that time have you looked at George
and seen an angelT'
mo. All / saw was a remarkably
good-loOking fool-boy with the pride
Of Satan and a set Of nice new draw
ing-room that he probably
couldn't use more than half an hour
at a time without busting"
"Then what"
Mothers are right" said Morgan
Mothers see the angel in us because
the angel Is there. If it's shown Il
the mother the son has got an ange
to show, hasn't he? When a son cut:
somebody's throat the mother only
sees it's possible for a misguided an
gel to act Ike a devil--and she's en-,
tirely right about that !"
Kinney laughed and put his hant
on his friends shoulder. 81 remem