The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-02-12

him that IL was actually a possibility.
Then he half started with disgust that
he should be even idly considering
such thing over his last cigar for the
night, in his library. mo-" And he
threw the cigar into the empty fire.
place and went TO bed.
His bitterness for himself might
have worn away but never his bitter
.a=5 for Isabel. He took that thought
to bed with him-and 1t was true that
nothing George could do would ever
change this bitterness Of Eugene. Only
Georges mother could have changed 1t.
And as Eugene fell asleep that
night, thinking thus bitterly Of
George, George In the hospital was
thinking of Eugene. He thought of Eu-
gene Morgan and Of the Major; they
seemed TO be the same person for
awhile, but he manged to disentangle
them and even to understand why he
had confused them. Long ago his
grandfather had been the most strik-
ing figure of success in the town: "As
rich as Major ANDERSON !" they used to
say. Now ii was Eugene. "If I had
Eugene Morgan's money" he would
hear the workmen day-dreamng at the
chemical works; or, IF Eugene Nor
gan had hold Of this place you'd see
things hum ~ And the bOarders at the
table dhote spoke Of 'the Morgan
Place" as an eighteenth-century
Frenchman spoke Of Versailles. Like
his uncle, George had perceived that
the morgan Place" was the new AM
bersOn mansion. His reverie went back
to the palatial days of the mansion, in
his b0yhood, when ne would galiop his
pony up the driveway and order the
darkey stablemen about, while they
whoOped and obeyed. and his GRANDPA
ther, observing from a window, would
laugh and call out to him: THAT'S
right, Georgie. Make those lazy ras-
Gals jump" He remembered his gay
young uncles, and how the town was
eager concerning everything about
them, and about himself. What clean,
pretty town it had beenl And In his
reverie he saw like pageant before
him the magnifcence of the Amber
sons-its passing, and the passing Of
the Ambersons themselves. They had
been slowly engulfed without knowing
how to prevent it, and almost without
knowing what was happening to them.
The family lot, In the shabby Old quar-
ter, out at the cemetery, held most of
them now; and the name was swept
altogether from the new city. The
Ambersons had passed, and the new
people would pass, and the new people
that came after them, and the next
new ones, and the next-and the
next
He had begun to murmur, and the
man on duty as night nurse for the
ward came and bent over him.
did you want something?"
there's nothing in this family bust.
ness" George told him confidentially.
'Even George Washington is only
something in book"
Eugene read report Of the accident
In the next mornings paper. He was
on the train, having just left for New
York, on business, and with less leis-
ure would probably have overlooked
the obscure item:
LEGS BROKEN.
@. A. Minafer, an employee of the Ak
ers Chemical company, was run down by 4
an automobile yesterday at the corner of
Tennessee and Main and had both legs
broken. Minafer was to blame for the
accident, according to Patrolman +. A.
Kax, who witnessed the affair. The auto
mobile was small one driven by Herbert
Cottleman OF 217S Noble avenue, who stat
ed that he was making less than four
miles an hour. Minafer Is said to belong
to family formerly of considerable prom
inence In the city He was taken to the
City hospital, where physicians stated
later that he was suffering from internal
injuries besides the fracture OF his legs,