Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1920-01-01
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much interested in her. Certainly
been very great %friends?
swell, what Of that?"
tits only that I'm like your grand
father: / can't see how you could be
so much interested in a girl and-aae
not feel very pleasantly toward he4
father"
well, I'll tell you something
George said slowly. and a frown OF
concentration could be seen upon his
brow, as from a profound effort al
determination. "The truth is, u
don't believe I've ever thought Of the
two together, exactly-at least moi
until lately. I've always thought OF
Lucy just as Lucy, and Of Morgan just
as Morgan. I've always thought OF
her as a person herself, not as any
body's daughter. If I have a friend, j
don't see that it's incumbent upon me
to like my friends relatives. Now
suppose I have certain ideas sr ideals
which I have chosen for the regulation
of my W conduct in life. Suppose
some friend of mine has a relative
with ideals directly the opposite %
mine, and my friend believes more ir
the relatives ideals than in mine: Dc
you think I ought to give up my OWL
just to please a person who's taken uI
ideals that I really despise?"
mo, dear; Of course people CAM
give up their ideals; but I don't see
what this has to do with dear little
Lucy and"
II didn't say it had anything to dc
with Them" he interrupted. 81 was
merely putting a ease to show how 6
person would be justified in being 8
friend of n member, of a family ant
feeling anything but friendly toward
another. 1 don't say, though, that J
feel unfriendly to Mr.. Morgan. I don1
say that I feel friendly to him, and J
don't say that I feel unfriendly; blu,
if you really think that 1 was rude tt
him tonight"
"Just thoughtless, dear. You didn"
see that what you said tonight"
WELL, I'll not say anything Of thai
sui dSulu WAIcIe uS Cdl ltdI IL
There, isn't that enough"
"But, George" she said earnestly,
you would like him, if you'd just lei
yourself. You say you don't dislike
him. Why don't you like him? I can't
understand at all. What is it that you
don't
"There, there" he said. TITS all
right, and you toddle along"
But, George"
"Now, now! I really do want to get
into bed. Goodnight, old lady,"
"But, George, dear"
I'm going to bed, old lady so good
night"
Thus the interview closed perforce.
She kissed him again before going
slowly to her own room, her perplex-
its evidently not dispersed; but the
Subject was not renewed between
them the next day or subsequently,.
Nor di! Fanny make any allusion to the
cryptic appreciation she had bestowed
upon her nephew after the Majors
mot very successful little dinner"
though she annoyed George by looking
at him oftener and longer than he
cared to be looked at by an aunt.
He successfully avoided contact
with Lucy's father, though Eugene
came frequently to the house, and
spent several evenings with Isabel and
Fanny and sometimes persuaded them
and the Major to go for an afternoons
motoring. He did not, however, come
again to the Majors Sunday evening
dinner, even when George Anderson
returned. Sunday evening was the
time, he explained, for going over the
weeks work with his factory man.
ayers.
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When Lucy came home the autumn
was far enough advanced to smell of
burning leaves, and for the annual
editorials, in the papers, on the purple
haze, the golden branches, the ruddy
fruit, and the pleasure of long tramps
in the brown forest. George had not
heard of her arrival, and he met her,
VII IlC d1ICIllOOu 1OllOfllS IAldI cfSLl,
at the Sharons', where he had gone in
Che secret hope that he might hear
something about her. jamie Sharon
had just begun to tell him that she
heard Lucy was expected home soon,
after having "a perfectly gorgeous
time"-informaton which. George re-
ceived with no responsive enthusiasm
when Lucy came demurely in, a
proper little autumn figure in green
and brown.
Her cheeks were flushed and her
dark eyes were bright indeed; evil
dences, as George supposed, of the
excitement incidental to the perfectly
gorgeous time just concluded; though
jamie and Mary Sharon both thought
they We're the effect of Lucy's having
seen Georges runabout in front of the
house as she came in. George took on
color, himself, as he rose and nodded
indifferently; and the hot %suffusion to
which he became subject extended its
area to include his neck and ears.
Nothing could have made him much