The Connecticut labor press., 1919-11-08

on what may be nothing more than
unfortunate appearances and"
My GOd!' said George. 81 can't
stand this!"
you have the option of dropping
the subject" Mrs. Johnson suggested
tartly, and she added: COR of leaving
the house."
"IIl do that soon enough, but first
1 mean to know"
II am perfectly willing to tell you
| anything you wish If you will remem-
Der to ask it quietly. I'll also take
the liberty of reminding you that
| had a perfect right to discuss the sub
| ject with your aunt. Other people"
"Other people! :" the unhappy George
| repeated viciously. THAT'S what I
want to know about-these other peo-
| pie! You say you know of other peo-
pie who talk about this
Il presume they do"
"How many?"
"What?"
II want to know how many other
people talk about it?''
Dear, dear!" she protested. "How
should-I know that?"
Haven't you heard anybody men
ton it?''
81 presume So"
well, how many have you heard?''
, Mrs. Johnson was becoming more
annoyed than apprehensive, and she
showed it. Really, this isn't court
room," she said. '"And I'm not a de-
PENDANT in libel suit, either!"
The unfortunate young man lost
what remained. of his balance. "You
may e!'' he cried. 81 intend to know
just who's dared to say these things,
| if have to force my way into every,
house in town, and I'm going to make
| them take every word of it back /
mean to know the name of every SLAM
derer that's spoken of this matter to
you and of every tattler you've passed
it on to yourself. mean to know"
you'll know something pretty
quick !" she said, rising with difficult
ty; and her voice was thick with the
sense of insult. you'll know that
you're out in the street. Please to
leave my house,"
George stiffened sharply. Then he
bowed, and strobe out of the door.
Three minutes later, disheveled and
perspiring, but cold all over, he burst
into his Uncle Georges room at the
Majors without knocking. Anderson
was dressing.
Good gracious, Georgie!" he ex.
| claimed, whats up?'
I've just come from Mrs. John
son's-across the street." George pant
ed.
"You have your own fastest" was
Amberson's comment. But curious as
| they are you ought to do something
better with your hair, and button
your waistcoat to the right buttons
even for Mrs. Johnson! What were
you doing over there?"
"She told me to leave the house."
| George said desperately. T went
there because Aunt Fanny told me the
| whole town was talking abous my
mother and that man Morgan-that
they say my mother is going to marry
| him and that proves she was too fond
of him before my father died-she
said this Mrs. Johnson was one that
talked about it, and I went to her to
ask who were the Others"
| Don't tell me you did that!" he said,
in low voice; and then, seeing it was
| true. ooh, now you have done it"
1--WE doneit?" George cried. What
do you mean: I've done it? And what
have I done?"
Anderson had collapsed into an
easy chair beside his dressing table,
the white evening tie he had been
about to put on dangling from his
| hand, which had fallen Imply on the
| arm of the chair. "By Joven' he NUT.
tered "That is too bad"
George folded his arms bitterly.
"Will you kindly answer my question?
What have I done that wasn't honor
able and right? Do you think these
riffraff can go about bandying my
mothers name"