Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1919-08-01
The
Magnificent AmberSOnS
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III just beginning TO understand,
she said.
Understand whatY
"What it means to be a real Am
berson in this town. Papa told me
something about it before we came,
but see he didn't say half enough !"
George superbly took this all for
tribute "Did your father say he
knew the family before he left here?'
Eyes. l believe he was particularly
friend of your Uncle George; and
he didn't say so, but imagine he
must have known your mother very
we'll, too. He wasn't an inventor
then; he was a young lawyer, The
town was smaller in those days, anG
l believe he was quite well known"
81 dare say. I've no doubt the fam
lily are all very glad to see him back,
especially if they used to have him
at the house a good deal, as he told
you"
81 don't think he meant to boast of
it," she said. "He spoke quite
calmly" she retorted, as her partner
for the next dance arrived.
She took wing away on the breeze
of the waltz, and George, having
stared gloOmily after her for a few
moments, postponed filling an engage
ment, and strolled round the fluctu-
ating outskirts of the dance to where
his uncle, George Anderson, stood
smilingly watching under one of the
roseVine arches at the entrance to
the room.
Hello young namesake," said the
uncle. "Why fingers the laggard heel
of the dancer? Haven't you got a
partner"
Shes sitting around waiting for
me somewhere" said George. "See
here: Who is this fellow Morgan that
Aunt Fanny Minafer was dancing
with a while ago?'
Anderson laughed. Hes a man
with pretty daughter, George. Me-
seemed you've been spending the eve
ming noticing something of that sort
or do err?"
"Never mind! What sort is hep
81 think we'll have to give him a
character, George. He's an old
friend; used to practice law here
Torhopc bo bo6 ,noro 1,Itc tbn,, oocoe
but he paid 'em all up before he left
town. Your question is purely mer-
cenary, take it: you want to know
his true worth before proceeding fur
Their with the daughter | cannot in
form you, though l notice signs Of
considerable prosperity in that be-
coming dress of hers. However, you
never can tell. 1t is an age when ev-
cry sacrifice is made for the young,
and how your own poor mother man
aged to provide those genuine pearl
studs for you out Of her allowance
from father l can't"
"Oh, dry up" said the nephew. II
uuutI Sldllu llllS hOl gan
"Mr. Eugene Morgan" his uncle
suggested. "Politeness requires that
the young should"
81 guess the young didn't know
much about pOliteness in your day"
George interrupted. Il understand
that Mr. Eugene Morgan used to be
a great friend of the family. The way
he was dancing with Aunt Fanny"
ANDERSON laughed. I'm afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart was stirred
by ancient recOllections, George"
"You meant she used to be silly
about him?"
"She wasn't considered singular"
said the uncle. HE was-he was
popular. Could you bear a question:"
What do you mean: could l
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 on" said George, moving
away. II only wanted to know" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
and crossed the room to where a 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 Of 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 coincidence, though not an
odd one, the thoughts and cOnversa-
ton of Mr.. 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 lounging
in solitary possession.
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