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

gan the next day, as she sat In
Georges fast cutter. proved so charm
ing that her escort was stricken 10
soft words instantly and failed to con-
troll a poetic impulse. "You look
like" he said. "Your face looks
like-it looks like a snowflake on a
lump Of coal. I mean IA snowflake
that would be a rose-leaf too"
perhaps you'd better look at the
reins," she returned. I'VE almost up
set just then"
George declined to heed this advice.
Because there's too much pink In
your cheeks for q snowflake" he con-
tinued. whats that fairy story about
snow-white and rose-red-"
"We're going pretty fast, Mr.. Nina
ferw
"well you see, I'm only here for
'wO weeks"
IT mean the sleigh" she explained.
"We're not the only people on the
street, you know"
"Oh, they'll keep out Of the way"
"That's very patrician charioteeer-
ing, but It seems to me a horse like
this needs guidance. I'm sure he's
going almost twenty miles an hour"
'That's nothing" said George; bnt
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 go that fastl"
"They 60 that fast already, some
times"
EYES," said George; "they do-for
about a hundred feetl Then they give
a yell and burn up"
Evidently she decided not to defend
her fathers faith In horseless car.
riages, for she laughed and said moth
ing. The cold air a ~polka-dOtted
with snOwflakes, and trembled to the
loud, continuous jingling Of sleigh
bells. Boys and girls, all aglow and
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 a hundred sOggy mittens
grasped for it, then reeled and whirled
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 flat t~hOrOughfare a thing
which some day was 10 spoil all their
sleightime merriment-save for the
rashest and most disobedient. 1t was
vaguely like a tOpless surrey. but cum
brOus with unwholesOme excrescences
fore and aft, while underneath were
spinning leather belts and something
that whirred and hOwled and seemed
TO stagger. The ride-stealers made no
attempt to fasten their sleds to q con
trivance so n~Onsensical and yet so
fearsome. Instead they gave e their
sport and concentrated all their ener.
gies In their lungs, SO that up and
increasingly Git a boss! CIT a boss
Git a boss! Mister. why don't you git
a hOssT" But the mahOut in charge,
sitting solitary on the front seat, was
uncOncerned-he laughed, and now
and then ducked q SNOWFALL without
losing any of his g~OOd-nature. 1t was
Mr.. Eugene Morgan who exhibited SO
cheerful a c~ountenance between the
forward visor of q deer-stalker CAP
and the collar Of a fuzzy gray ulster.
"Git a boss" the children shrieked
and gruffer voices Joined them. "Git
a boss! Git a boss! Git q hoss!"
George Minafer was correct thus
far; the twelve miles On hour Of such
a machine would never overtake
Georges trotter. The cutter IA al
ready scurrying between the stone pill
lars at the entrance to ANDERSON ad'
dition.
That's my grandfather's," said
George, nodding toward the Anderson
mansion.
81 aaght to know that" Lucy ex'
claimed. 1--WE stayed there late enough
last night: papa and l were almost
the last to go. He and your mother
and Miss Fanny Minafer got the mu
slcians to play another waltz when
everybody else had gone downstairs
and the fiddles were being put away