Cheyenne record., 1919-10-30

sns said. Il suppose that's because
ir1 gyswinE A. It grvus bigger it
seemJ y ct ashamed q itsslf. 20 It
makes this cloud and Aides In It
Papa says Il used to b . bit nicer
when he lived here: he always speaks
of It diherently-he always has .
gentle look. . particular tone Of voice.
I've noticed. He must havs been very
fond Of Il. From the way he talks
you'd think life here then was Just
one long midsummer sersnade. He
declares It waS always sunshiny. that
tho atr wasn't like the air anywhere
else-that, a. he remembers II. there,
always seemed to be gold dust In the
air. doubt fti think 1t doesn't
seem to be duller air to him now
just ON account Of having little SCOT
In 1t sometimes, but probably because
he was twenty years younger then. 1t
seems to me the gold dust he thinks
was here IL just his being young that
he remembers. think 1t was just
youth. It Ii pretty pleasant to be
young. Isn't itf"
you're funny GIRL" George said
gently. "But your voice sounds pretty
nice when you think and talk along to-
gether like thatI"
The horse shook himself all over.
and the impatient sleighbells made his
wish audible. Accordingly George
tightened the reins, and the cutter was
OF again at q three-minute trot, no
despicable rate of speed. It was not
long before they were again passing
Lucy's Beautiful House, and here
George thought At to put an appendix
to his remark. You're q funny girl,
and you know q lot-but don't be-
lieve you know much about architec-
turer
Coming toward them, black against
the snowy road, was q strange silhou-
ette. It approached moderately and
without visible means Of progression.
30 the matter seemed from q distance:
but a. the cutter shortened the dis
tance the silhouette was revealed to be
Mr.. NorRan's horseless carriage, con-
veying four people atop: Mr.. Morgan
with Georges mother beside him. and.
in the rear seat, Miss Fanny Minafer
and the Hon. George ANDERSON. An
four seemed to be in the liveliest hu-
NOR. like high-spirited people upon
new adventure; and Isabel waved her
handkerchief dashingly az the cutter
flashed by them.
"For the Lords sakel" George
gasped.
"Your mothers Q DEAR" said Lucy.
"And ahe does wear the most bewitch-
ing thingsi She looked like Russian
princess. though doubt II they're that
handsome"
George said nothing; he drove on
till they had crossed Anderson addi-
ton and reached the stone pillars at
the head Of National avenue. There
he turned.
Lets go back and take another look
at that old sewing machine" he said.
ut certainly 10 the weirdest, era
ziest-"
He left the sentence unfinished, and
presently they were again in sight Of
the old sewing machine. George shout
ed mockingly.
Alas three figures stood in the road,
and pair Of legs with the toes turned
up indicated that a fourth figure lay
upon its back in the snow. beneath a
horseless carriage that had decided to
need a horse.
George became vociferous with
laughter, and coming up to his trot-
ter's best gait, snow spraying from
runners and every hoof, swerved to
the side Of the road and shot by shout
ing. "Git hossi Git hossi Git
hossi'
Three hundred yards away he turned
and came back. racing; leaning out
as he passed. to wave jeeringly at the
group about the disabled machine:
."Git hossl Git hoss! Git a."
The trotter had broken into gallop.
and Lucy cried warning: 'Be care
fulI" she said. "Look where you're
drivingi There's a ditch on that side.
Look"
George turned too late; the cutters
right runner went into the ditch and
snapped OF; the little sleigh upset,
and, after dragging its occupants some
fifteen yards. left them lying together
in . bank of snow. Then the vigorous
young horse kicked himself free Of
all snnoyances and disappeared down
the road. galloping cheerfully.
CHAPTER VII. ME-
When George regained some meas