Cleveland County herald., 1920-01-08

Lnlru tune that year, ana, when she did come, George wss not mentioned, either by her hostess or by herself-an oddity contrived between the two ladies without either of them realizing how odd it was.
 At other times Lucy's thoughts of George were anything but continuous, and weeks wont by when he was not consciously :" her mind at all. Her life was busy one: she had the big house "to keep up;" she had a garden to keep up, too, large and beautiful garden; she represented her father as director for half dozen public char ity organizations, and did private charity work of her own, being a proxy mother of several large families; and she had danced down." as she said, groups from eight or nine classes of new graduates returned from the uni versailles, without marrying any of them, but she still danced-and still did not marry.
 Her father, observing this circun,- stance happily, yet with some hypo- critical concern, spoke of it to her one day as they stood in her garden. q suppose I'd want to shoot him." he said with attempted lightness. "But I mustn't be an old pig. I'd build you a beautiful house close by-just over yonder."
 'No, no That would be iike-'' sine began impulsively; then checked her self. George Amberson's comparison of the Georgian house to the Anderson | mansion had come into her mind, and she thought that another new house, | built close by for her, would be like the house the Major built for Isabel.
 Hike what?"
 Nothing" She looked serious, and when he reverted to his idea of "some day. grudgingly surrendering her up to a suitor, she invented a legend. Did you ever hear the Indian name for that little grove of beech trees on the other side of the house?" she asked him.
 "No-and you never did either!" he laughed.
 Don't be so sure! I read a great deal more than I used to-getting ready for my bookish days when I'll have to do something solid in the eve nings and won't be asked to dance any more, even by the very youngest boys. who think it's a sporting event to dance with the oldest of the older girls The name of the grove was Ioma-Nashah' and it means They Couldn't-Help-It.'
 Doesn't sound like it."
 ''Indian names don't There was a bad Indian chief lived in the grove be- fore the white settlers came. He was the worst Indian that ever lived, and his name was--it was 'Vendonah.' That means 'Rides-Down-Everything.'"
 q see," said Eugene thoughtfully. He gave her a quick look and then fixed his eyes upon the end of the garden path. "Go on."
 'Vendonah was an unSpeakable case" Lucy continued. "He was so proud that he wore iron shoes, and he walked over peoples faces with them. He was always killing people that way, and so at last the tribe decided that it wasn't a good enough excuse for him that he was young and inex- perienced-he'd have to go. They took him down to the river, and put him in canoe, and pushed him out from shore; and then they ran along the bank and wouldn't let him land, until at last the current carried the canoe out into the middle, and then on down to the ocean, and he never got back. They didn't want him back, of course, and if he'd been able to manage 1t, they'd have put him in another canoe and showed him out into the river again. But still, they didn't elect an- other chief in his place. Other tribes thought that was curious, and won- dered about it a lot, but finally they came to the conclusion that the beech grove people were afraid a new chief might turn out to be bad Indian, too, and wear iron shoes like Vendonah. But they were wrong, because the real reason was that the tribe had led such an exciting fife under Vendonah that they couldn't settle down to anything tanner. He was awful, but he always kept things appening-terrible things, of course. They hated him, but they weren't able to discover any other warrior that they wanted to make chief in his place. They couldn't help feeling that way"
 ''I see," said Eugene. "So that's why they named the place They Couldn't Help-It '"
 "It InuSt have heen
 And so you're going to stay here in your garden" he said musingly. "You think it's better to keep on walking these sunshiny gravel paths between your flower beds, and growing to look like pensive garden lady in a Vic torian engraving"
 T suppose I'm like the tribe that lived here, papa. I had too much un- pleasant excitement. It was unpleas- ant-but it was excitement. I don't want any more; in fact, l don't want anything but you"