The Tomahawk., 1919-10-02
CHAPTER VIII.

A few days after Georges return
to the university it became evident
that not quite everybody had gazed
with complete benevolence upon the
various young collegians at their
holiday sports. The Sunday edition
of the principal morning paper even
expressed some bitterness under the
heading, "Gilded Youths of the Fin
de-Siecle"-this was considered the
knowing phrase of the time, espe-
cially for Sunday supplements-and
there Is no doubt that from certain
references in this bit Of writing some
people drew the conclusion that Mr..
George Anderson Minafer had not
yet got his come-upance, a postpone
ment still Irritating. Undeniably
Fanny Minafer was one Of the people
who drew this conclusion, for she cut
the article out and inclosed It in
letter to her nephew, having written
on the border Of the clipping, II Won
der whom it can meanw
George read part Of It:
We debate sometimes what 10 to be the
future Of this nation when We think that
In q few years public affairs may be In
the, hands. of tho hn-de-siecle gilded
youths we see about us during tho Christ
mas holidays Such foppery. such luxury.
such insolence was surely never prac-
ticed by the scented, overbearin0 patri-
clans Of the Palatine. even in Rome's
most decadent epoch. With his airs Of
young milord. his fast horses. his gold
and silver cigarette cases, his clothes
from q New York tailor. his recklessness
Of money showered upon him by indulgent
mothers or doting grandfathers. he r.
speets nothing and nobody. He 10 bla:o:
il you please. Watch him At . social
Sunction. how condescendinsiy he dsisns
to select . partner for the popular waits
or two-stsp: how carelsssly ho sheulders
older people out Of his way. with what .
blank stare he returns tho salutataons OF
some old Acquaintance whom he may
choose In his royal Whlm TO Iorgetl
new generation. OF such - these the 70
public was not made. When We compare
the young manhood Of Abraham 1ncoln
with the specimens wo are now producing
We sec too we'll that It bodss III for the
twentisth century
George yawned and tossed the clip
ping into his waste basket, wondering
why his aunt thought such dull nom
sense worth the sending. Az for her
insinuation, penciled upon the border,
he supposed she meant to joke-a sup
position which neither surprised him
nor altered his lifelong opinion Of
her wit.
He read her letter with more In
terest:
The dinner your mother gave for
tho Morgans was . lovely affair. 1t was
last Monday evening. Just ten days after
you left. It was appropriate that your
mother, herself IN old friend, should as
somble . representative selection Of Mr..
Aorgan's old friends around him at such
time. He was In great spirits and most
entertaining.
He viii soon begin to build his factory
here for the manufacture Of automobiles,
which he says 10 . term he prefers to
''horseleSs carriages" Your Uncle George
told me he would like to invest In this
factory. ~ George thinks there II . fu-
eral uss, but a. IN interesting novelty.
which people with sufficient means would
like to own for their amusement and tho
sake Of variety. However, he said Mr..
Morgan laughingly declined his offer. n
Mr.. M: was fully able to finance this ven
ture, though not starting In very large
way. Your uncle said other people are
manufacturing automobiles In different
parts Of the country with success. Your
father II not very well. though he IL not
actually III, and the doctor tells him he
ought not 70 b % much at his Office, ~
the long years Of application indoors with
no exercise are beginning to a1ect him
unfavorably, bat I believe your father
would die II he had to give mp his work.
which 10 al that has ever interested him
outside Of his family. never could un-
derstand It Mr.. Morgan took your
mother ana me with Lacy 70 - Mod
3eaota In Twelfth Night" yesterday sve-
ming. and Lucy said she thought the duke
locked rather like you, only much mere
democrafic IN hiD manner. Hoping that
you are AndinG college stin - attractive
AUNT FANNY.
Geor4e read enc se1tence IN this
letter several timeaL Then be dropped
the m1ssive In his waste basket to
3ofn the clipping. and strolled down
the corridor Of his dofmftory to bor-
row q copy Of Twelfth Night" Hav-
Ing secured one he returned to his
stndy and refreshed his memory Of
the play-but received no enlighten-
ueat that en00led Mn to comprehend
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