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"A GOOD-LOOKING FOOL-BOYWITH THE PRIDE OF SATAN."
Synopn1. -Major Amberson had mada a fortuno In 1113 when otlior pcoplo
were losing fortune, and tho magnificence of tho Amborsono began thon.
Majc Ambcrson laid out a 200-acro "development," with rouds and statuary,
uftd In tho centnr of a four-acro tract, on Ambemon avenue, built for himself
the most magnificent mansion Midland City had over Been. Whon tho major's
daughter marrlod young Wilbur Mlnafor tho neighbors prodlcted that as
Isabel could never really lovo Wilbur all her lovo would bo bcBtowcd upon tho
children. There la only one child, however, Georgo Amberson Mlnafer, and
his upbringing and his youthful accomplishments as a mluchlof maker aro
quite In keeping with tho most pessimistic predictions. By tho tlmo Georgo
goes away to college he does not attempt to conceal his belief that tho
Ambersons are about the most Important family In tho world. At a ball glvon
In his honor when he returns frwn college, Georgo monopolizes Lucy Morgan,
a stranger and tho prettiest girl prcaont, and gets on famously with hor until
ho learns that a "quoor looking I'uck" nt whom he had boon poking much fun,
Is the young lady's fathor. lift Is Kugcne Morgan, a former resident o
Blgburg, and ho Is returning to frect a factory and to build horseless carriages
of his own Invention. Eugene had been an old admirer of Isabel's and they
had beon engaged when Isabel threw him over because of n. youthful Indlscro
tlon and married Wilbur Mlnafer.
CHAPTER IV Continued.
"Give me Hie next nnd tho one after
that," he snld hurriedly, recovering
Homo presence of mind, just s tho
tienrcst applicant reached them. "And
glvo mo every third ono the rcBt of
tho evening."
She laughed. "Aro you asking?"
"What do you mean, 'asking?'"
"It souudud as though you wcro Just
telling mo to glvo you all those
dances."
"Well, I want 'cm 1" Georgo insisted.
"Are you going to glvo me "
"Good gracious 1" sho laughed,
-yes!"
Tho applicants flocked round her,
urging contracts ftr what remained,
but they did not dislodge Georgo from
her side, though he made It evident
that thoy succeeded In annoying him;
and presently ho extricated her from
on accumulating slego sho must have
connived In tho extrication and horo
tier off to Bit bcsldo him upon tho
talrway that led to tho musicians'
gallery, where they wcro Bufllclently
retired, yet hod1 a view of the room.
TJow'd all those ducks get to know
you so quick?" Georgo inquired, with
llttlo enthusiasm.
"Oh, I'vo been hero a week."
"Looks as If you'd been pretty
busy " ho said. "Most of thoso ducks,
I don't know what my mother wanted
to Invito 'cm hero for."
"Perhaps It was on account of their
'mrentn," Miss Morgan suggested
mildly. "Mnybo cho didn't want to
offend their fathers and mothers."
"Oh, hardly I I don't think my
mother need worry much about offend
ing anybody In this old town."
"It must bo wonderful," said Miss
Morgan. - "It must bo wonderful, Mr.
Ambcrson Mr. Mlnafer, I mean."
"What must bo wonderful?"
"To be bo important as that!"
"Thnt Isn't 'Important,' " Georgo as-
cured her. "Anybody thnt really Is
ttnybody ought to bo nbleo do about
n they llko In their own town,
should think 1"
Sho looked at him critically from
nder her shading lashes but her
yes grew gentler almost nt ttneo. In
truth, thoy became moro appreciative
than critical. George's Imperious good
looks wcro altogether manly, yet ap
Broached actual beauty as closely as
a boy's good looks should daro; and
dance music and flowers hnvo somo
effect upon nlnctecn-yonr-old girls as
well as upon eighteen-year-old boys,
Tho stairway was drafty: tho steps
woro narrow nnd uncomfortable; no
older person would havo remained In
Huch n place. Moreover, theso two
young peoplo wcro strangers to each
other; neither hod said anything In
which tho other had discovered the
slightest intrinsic Interest; there had
not arisen between them tho begin
nlngs of congenlnllty, or even of
friendliness but stairways near ball
rooms havo moro to answer for than
havo moonlit lakes and mountain nun
vets.
i Ago, confused by Its own long nc
cumulation of follies, Is everlastingly
Inquiring, "whnt does Bho seo In him?"
os If young lovo camo nbout through
thinking or through conduct. At
eighteen ono goes to a dance, sits with
a stranger on a stairway, feels pe
collar, thinks nothing, nnd becomes
lncapablo of any plan whatever. Miss
Morgan und Georgo stayed where they
iworo.
Thoy had agreed to this In sllcnco
and without knowing It; certainly
without exchanging glances of Intel!!
Igenco they had exchanged no glance!
at nil. Both sat staring vaguely out
Into tho ballroom, and, for n time,
thoy did not speak. Hero und there
were to bo seen couples so carried
away thnt, ceasing to move at tho
decorous, even glide, considered most
knowing, they pranced and whirled
through tho throng, from wall to wall,
.galloping bounteously In nbandon.
Georgo suffered a shock of vnguo sur
prise when he perceived that his aunt,
Fanny Mlnafer, was tho lady-half of
e of thoso wild couples. Sho flew
leror tho floor In tho capable arms of
Itfae queer-looking duck; for thlu por
tion was her partner. 1
Tho queer-looking duck had been a
ileal dancer In his day, it appeared;
tad evidently hto day was not yet
rer. In eplte of tho headlong, gay
rapidity with which ho boro Miss
FaBny about the big room ho danced
I authoritatively, avoiding without ef
fort the lightest collision with other
couples, maintaining sufficient grace
throughout' his wildest moments, and
all the whllo laughing nnd talking
with Ids partner. What was most re
markablo to George, and a llttlo Irri
tating, tills stranger in the Ambcrson
mansion had no vcstlgo of tho air of
deference proper tb n stranger In such
plnco: ho seemed thoroughly nt
homo, no seemed offensively so, In
deed, when, pas3lng tho entrance to
the gallery stairway, ho disengaged
his hand from Miss Fanny's for an in
stant, and not pausing in tho dance,
waved a laughing salutation moro
than cordial, thon enpered lightly out
of sight.
George gazed stonily nt this mani
festation, responding neither by word
nor sign. "How's thnt for a bit of
freshness?" he murmured.
"What was?" Miss Morgan asked.
"That queer-looking duck waving
his hand at mo like that. Except he's
tho Sharon girls' undo I don't know
him from Adam."
"You don't need to," sho enld. "IIo
wasn't waving his hand to you: ho
meant me."
"Oil, ho did?" Georgo wns not mol
lified by tho explanation. "Everyone
poems to mean you 1 You ccrtnlnly do
seem to hnvo been pretty busy this
week you'vo been here!"
She pressed her bouquet to her face
again and laughed iuto It, not dls
pleased. She made no other com
ment, and for another period neither
spoke.
"Well," snld Georgo finally, "I must
sny you don't seem to bo much of a
prattler. Thoy sny it's a great way
to get a reputation for being wise
never Buying much. Don't you ever
talk at all?"
"When people enn understand," Bho
answered.
matter whnt It Is. I guess we'ro prct-1
ty fresh sometimes; but I knew your
name was Morgan becnuso my mother
said so downstairs. I meant: what's
the rest of It?"
"Lucy."
"Uow old nro you?" Georgo asked.
"I don't really know myself."
"What do you menn: you don't
really know yourself?"
"I mean I only know what they
tell me. I believe them, of course,
but believing Isn't really knowing."
"Look hero 1" said George. "Do you
always talk llko this?"
Miss Lucy Morgan laughed forgiv
ingly, put her young head on ono sjdo
like a bird nnd responded cheerfully:
"I'm willing to ItHirn wisdom. What
aro you studying at school?"
"College 1"
"At tho university I Yes. What are
you studying thcro?"
Georgo laughed. "Lot o' useless
guff!"
"Then why don't you Btudy some
useful guff?"
'What do you mean: 'Useful?'"
'Something you'd use lutcr, In your
business or profession?"
George wnved his hand impatient
ly. "I don't expect to go Into nny
'business or profession.'"
"No?"
"Certninly not!" Georgo was em
phatic, being sincerely annoyed by a
suggestion which showed how utterly
she failed to comprehend the kind of
person ho was.
"Why not?" sho asked mildly.
"Just look at 'eml" ho said, almost
with bitterness, and he made a ges
ture presumably Intended to Indicate
tho business nnd professional men
now dancing within rnngo of vision
"That's a flue career for a man, Isn't
It! Lawyers, bankers, politicians'
What do they get out of life, I'd llko
to know! What do they ever know
about real tilings? Whero do they
ever get?"
no was so 'earnest that Bho wai
surprised and Impressed. Sho had n
vuguo, momentary' vision of Pitt, tit
twanty-one, prime minister of Eng
land; nnd she spoke, Involuntarily In
a lowered voice, with deference:
"Whnt do you want to bo?" she
asked.
George answered promptly.
"A yachtsman," ho said.
CHAPTER V.
Having thus, In a word, revealed
his ambition for a career above
courts, marts and polling booths,
Ho had been looking moodily out Georgo breathed moro deeply than
at the ballroom, but ho turned to her usual, nnd, turning his faco from
quickly, at this, saw that her eyes the lovely compnnlon whom ho had
wcro sunny and content, over tho top Just made his confidant, gazed out nt
of her bouquet, nnd ho consented to tho dnncers with an expression In
smile.
"Girls nro usually pretty fresh 1" ho
saI(L "They ought to go 'to a man's
collcgo about a year: they'd get
taught n few things about freshness!
Whnt you got to do nftcr two o'uoclc
tomorrow afternoon?"
"A wholo lot of things. Every mla
uto filled up."
"All right," snld George. "Tho
snow's flno for sleighing: I'll cono for
you In a cutter nt ten minutes after
two."
"I can't possibly go."
"If you don't," ho said, "I'm going
to sit In tho cutter In front of tho
gate, wherever you're visiting, all
nfternoon, and if you try to go out
with anybody olso bo's got to whip
mo before ho gets you." And as she
laughed though sho blushed a little,
too ho continued, seriously: "If you
think I'm not In earnest you're nt lib
erty to make quite a big experiment I"
Sho laughed again. "I don't think
I've, often had so largo n compliment
ns thnt," sho said, "especially on such
ehort notice and yet I don't think
I'll go with you."
"You bo ready at ton minutes after
two."
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will I"
"Yes," sho snld, "I will I" And her
partner for tho next dnnco nrrlved,
breathless with searching,
"Don't forget I'vo got the third
from now," Georgo called after her.
When "tho third from now" camo
Georgo presented himself before her
without any greeting, llko a brother
or a mannerless old friend. Both
Georgo and Miss Morgan talked much
moro to everyone elso that evening
than to each other, and they snld
nothing nt all at this time. Both
looked preoccupied ns they begun to
dance, nnd preserved a gravity of qx-
presslon to tho end of tho number.
And their next number they did not
dance, but wont back to tho gallery
stairway, seeming to havo reached
an understanding without nny verbal
consultation that this suburb was
again tho place for them.
"Well," said Georgo coolly, when
they wcro seated, "what did you sny
your namo was?"
"Morgan."
"Funny nnmol"
"Everybody elso's namo always Is.'
"I didn't mean it was really funny,"
George explained. "That's just ono
of my crowd's bits of horsing at col
lege. Wo always say 'funny name,' no
which there was both sternness nnd a
contempt for tho squalid lives of the
unyachtcd Mldlandera before him.
However, umong them ho marked his
mother, and his somber grandeur re-
laxed momentarily; a moro genial
light enmc into his eyes.
Isabel was dancing with tho queer
looking duck; and it was to be noted
that the lively gentleman's gnlt was
moro sednto than It lind been with
pf
. Vli
"Are You Enaaged to Anybody?"
Miss Fanny Mlnafer, but not less dex
terous and authoritative. IIo saw
Oeorgo and tho beautiful Lucy on the
stairway and nodded to them. Georgo
waved his hand vaguely: ho had u
momentary return of that lnexpllcablo
uneasiness nnd resentment which had
troubled him downstairs.
"How lovely your mother Is!" Lue5
said.
"I think she Is," ho agreed gently,
"She's tho gracefulestwoninn In that
ballroom. How wonderfully they dauco
together!"
"Who?"
"Your mother and and tho queer
looking duck," Bald Lucy. "I'm going
to dauco with him pretty soon."
"I don't care so long as you don't
give him ono of tho numbers that
belong to me."
"I'll try to remember," she said.
and thoughtfully lifted to her fnco
the bouquet of violets and lilies, a
gesture which Georgo noted without
approval.
Look hcrol Who sent you thoso
flowers you keep inakln' such n fuss
over?"
"IIo did."
"Who's 'he?'"
"Tho queer-looking duck."
George feared no such rival; ho
laughed loudly. "I s'poso he's some
old widower I" he Buld, the object
thus described seeming ignominious
enough to a person of eighteen, with
out nddltionnl chnrncterlzation.
Lucy beenme serious nt once. "Yes,
he Is a widower," she snld. "I ought
to have told you beforo;. he's my father."
George stopped laughing abruptly.
"Well, thnt's a horso on me. If I'd
known ho wns your father of course
I wouldn't have mado fun of him. I'm
sorry."
"Nobody could mnko fun of him,"
she said quietly.
"Why couldn't they?"
"It wouldn't mnko him funny: It
would only make themselves silly."
Upon this George had a gleam of
Intelligence. "Well, I'm not going to
mako myself silly nny more, then; I
don't want to take chnnccs llko thnt
with you. But I thought ho was the
Sharon girls' uncle. IIo came with
them"
"Yes," 'sho 'Said ; "I'm always late
to everything: I wouldn't lot them
wait for me. We'ro visiting the
Sharons."
''About time I knew thnt I You for
get my being bo fresh nbout your fa
ther, will you? Of courso he's a dis
tinguished-looking man, in a wny."
Lucy was still serious, "'in a
way?'" ehe repented. "You mean,
not In your way, don't you?"
George was perplexed. "How do
you mean: not In my wny7'
"Pcoplo often say 'In n way' and
rather distinguished looking,' or
'rather' so-and-so, or 'rather' anything,
to show that they're superior, don't
they. It's a kind of snob slang,
think. Of courso peoplo don't alwnya
say 'rathor' or 'In a way' to bo su
perlor."
"I should sny notl I uso both of
'cm a great deal myself," Bald George,
"Ono thing I don't see, though
What's tho uso of a man being six
feet three? Men thnt slzo can't
handle themselves ns well as a man
nbout five feet eleven and a hnlf can.'
Georgo was a straightforward soul,
nt least. "See here!" ho said. "Are
you engaged to anybody?"
"No."
Not wholly mollified, he shrugged
his shoulders. "You seem to know n
good many people I Do you llvo In
New York?"
"No. Wo don't llvo anywhere."
"What do you mean: you don't live
nny where?"
"We've lived nil over," she answered.
"Papa used to llvo hero in this town,
but that was beforo I was born."
"What do you keep moving around
so for? Is ho a promoter?"
"No. Ho's an inventor."
"What's he Invented?"
"Just lntely," said Lucy, "he's been
working on a new kind of horseless
carriage."
"Well, I'm sorry for him," Georgo
snld, In no unkindly spirit "Those
things nro never going to amount to
anything. People aren't going to
spend their lives lying on their backs
In the road and letting grcaso drip In
their faces."
"Papa'd be so grateful," Bho re
turned, "If ho could hnvo your nd-vice."
Instantly George's faco became
flushed. "I don't know that I've done
anything to bo Insulted for!" he snld
"I don't see that whnt I said was pur
tlcularly fresh."
"No, ludecdl"
"Then whnt do you "
She laughed gayly. "I don't I And
don't mind your being such n lofty
person at all. I think It's ever ut
Interesting but papa's a great man!"
"Is ho?" Georgo decided to be
good-natured. "Well, let us hope so,
I liopo bo, I'm sure."
Looking nt lilm keenly, sho saw thnt
tho magnificent youth was Incredibly
sincere In this bit of graclousnoss.
Sho shook her head In gentle wonder.
"I'm just beginning to understand,"
sho said.
"Understand whnt?"
"What It moans to bo a real Am
bcrson In this town. Papa told mo
something about It bofore wo ennie
but I seo lie didn't sny hnlf enough I"
Georgo superbly took this nil for
tribute. "Did your father say he
knew tho family beforo he loft bore?'
"Yes. I bellevo ho was particularly
n frlond of your Uncle Georgo; and
ho didn't sny so, but 1 Imagine ho
must hnvo known your mother very
well, too. IIo wasn't nn Inventor
then: ho was u young lawyer. Tho
town was smaller In those days, nnd
I bellevo ho was quite well known."
"I duro say. I've no doubt tho fain
lly aro nil very glad to see him back,
especially If they used to hovo him
at tho house- a good deal, as ho told
you."
"I don't think ho meant to boast of
It," sho said. "no spoko qulto
calmly," sho retorted, ns her partner
for tho next dnnco arrived.
She took wing awny on tho breeze
of the waltz, and George, having
Btnrcd gloomily after her for a few
moments, postponed filling an engage
ment, and strolled round tho fluctu
ating outskirts of the dnnco to where
his uncle, Georgo Amberson. stood
smilingly watching, under ono of the
rose-vine arches nt tho cntrnnco to
tho room.
"Hello, young namesake," said the
uncle. "Why lingers tho lnggnrd heel
of the dancer? Unvcu't you got n
partner?"
"She's sitting around waiting for
me somewhere," snld George. "Seo
here: Who Is tills follow Morgnn that
Aunt Fanny Mlnafer was dancing
with n whllo ago?"
Amberson lnughed. "no's a man
with a pretty dnughter, Georgle. Me-
seemcd you'vo been spending tho eve
ning noticing something of thnt sort
er do I err?"
"Never mind I What sort Is ho?"
"I think we'll havo to glvo hlra n
chnractcr, Georgle. Uc's an old
friend; used to practice law here
perhaps ho had moro debts than cuscs,
but he paid 'em all up before ho left
town. ' Your question Is purely mer
cenary, I take It: you want to know
his true worth before proceeding fur
ther with tho dnughter. I cannot In
form you, though I notlco signs of
considerable prosperity in thnt be
coming drpss of hers. However, you
never can tell. It Is nn ngo when ev
cry Bncrlflco Is made for the young,
nnd how your own poor mother man
aged to provide those genuine pearl
studs for you out of her allowance
from fnther I can't "
"Oh, dry up 1" snld the nephew. "I
understand this Morgan "
"Mr. Eugene Morgan," his uncle
suggested. v "Politeness requires that
tho young should "
"I guess the 'young' didn't know
much about politeness in your day,"
George interrupted. "I understand
that Mr. Eugene Morgan used to be
a great friend of the family. The way
ho was dancing with Aunt Fanny "
Amberson lnughed. "I'm afraid
your Aunt Fanny's heart wns stirred
by ancient recollections, Georgle,"
"You meant she used to bo silly
about him?"
"She wasn't considered singular,"
snid tho uncle. "He was he wns
popular. Could you bear a question?"
"What do you mean: could 1
bear1 "
"I only wanted to ask : Do you take
this same passionate interest In tho
parents, of every girl you dance, with?
Perhaps It's a new fashion we old
bachelors ought to tako up. Is it tho
thing tills year to "
"Oh, go on!" said George, movftig
nway. "I only wanted to know " He
left the sentence unfinished, and
nnd crossed tho room to where a girl
sat waiting for his nobility to And
tlmo 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 plensed that he camo at
all. He danced with her perfunctor
rlly, thinking tho whllo of Mr. Eugeno
Morgan and his daughter. Strangely
enough his thoughts dwelt more upon
tho father than the daughter, though
Georgo could not possibly have given
reason even to himself for this
disturbing preponderance.
By a coincidence, though not an
odd one, the thoughts nnd conversa
tlon of Mr. Eugene Morgan nt this
very tlmo were concerneu wun
George Amberson Mlnafer, rather cms-
ually, It Is true. Mr. Morgan had re
tired to a room set apart for smok
ing, on the second floor, nnd had
found a grizzled gentleman lounging
In solitary possession.
" 'Gene Morgnn !" this person ex
claimed, rising with great heartiness.
I don't believe you know mo 1"
"Yes, I do, Fred Kinney 1" Mr. Mor
gan returned with equal friendliness.'
"Too much Amberson, 1 suppose,
for ono thing. And for another, hla
mother Just fell down nnd worshiped
him from tho day ho .wns born'. Hw
thinks he's a llttlo tin god on wheels
and honestly it nrakes bopjo people
weak and sick Just to think nbonl
him! Yet thnt high-spirited, intelli
gent woman, Isabel Ambwfein, actu
ally sits and worships him I You enn
hear It in her voice vflicn ho speak
to him or speaks ofrhlm. You can bc
it in Her eyes when sho looks nt him.
My Lordl Whnt does fiho seo when,
sho looks at him?"
Morgan's odd expression of gcnlaL
apprehension deepened whimsically
"She sees something thnt wo don't
see," he said.
"What does sho see?"
"An angel."
Kinney laughed aloud. "Well, 11
she sees an angel when she looks at
Gebrgle Mlnafer she's a funnier wom
an than I thought sho was I"
"Perhaps sho Ik," sard Morgan. "But
that's what she sees."
"My Lord! It's easy to see you'vo
only known him an hour or so. In
that tlmo havo you looked nt Georglo
and seen an angel?"
"No. All I saw was a remarkably
good-looking fool-bov with tho pride
of Satan and a set of nice new drawing-room
manners that ho probably
couldn't uso moro than half an hour
at n time without busting."
"Then what"
"Mothers nro right," said Morgan.
"Mothers seo the angel In us because
tho nngel is there. If it's shown to
tho mother tho son has got-nn angel
to show, hasn't ho? When a son cut
"Your rcul face the one I used to
know It's Just underneath the one
you're masquerading In tonight. You
ought to have changed it moro If you
wanted n disguise."
"Twenty yours!" snld Mr. Kinney.
"It makes some difference in faces,
but moro In behavior I"
"It does ho !" his friend agreed with i
explosive emphasis.
They sat und smoked.
"However," Mr. Morgan romnrkod
presently, "I .still ilanco llko an In
dian. Don't ynu?"
"No. I leave thnt to my boy Fred.
Ho does the dnne'.ng for the family."
"I suppose he's upstairs hard at
It?"
"No, ho's not hure." Mr. Kinney
glanced toward tho open door and
lowoml his voice. "He wouldn't come.
It seems that a couple of years or
so ngo he had a row with young
Georglo Mlnafor. Kred was president
of a literary club they had, and ho
said this Georgle Mlnafor got himself
elected Instead, In an overhearing
sort of way. Fred's very bitter nbout
his row with Georgle Mlntfer. He
says he'd rather burn his foot off
than sot It Inside any Amberson houso
or any place olo where young Geor
glo is."
"Do people like young Mlnafor gen
ornlly?" "I don't know nbont 'generally. I
guess ho gets plenty of toadying; but
thoro's certninly a lot of pcoplo thnt
aro glad to express their opinions
about hlra.''
"What's the matter with hunf
"Geno Morgan 1'
somebody's throat tho mother only
sees It's possible for a misguided an
gel to act like a devil and she's en
tirely right nbout thnt!"
Kinney lnughed nnd put his hend
on his friend's shoulder. "I remem
ber what a fellow you always were
to argue," ho said. "You mean Geor
glo "llnafer Is as much of an nngel
as nuy murderer Is, and that Georglo's
mother Is always right."
"I'm afraid fio always ,has been,"
Morgan said lightly.
The friendly hand remnlned upon
his shoulder. "She was wrong once,
old fellow. At least, so it seemed to
me."
"No," said Morgan, a little awk
wardly. "No"
Kinney relieved' the slight embar
rassment that hud come upon both
of them : he laughed ngnin. "Walt till
you know young Georgle a llttlo bet
ter," ho said. "Something tells mo
you're going to change your mind
nbout having an angel to show, If you
see anything of him 1"
"You moan benuty's In the eye of
tho beholder, and tho angel Is all In
the eye of tho mother. If you were
a pnlnter, Fred, you'd paint mothers
with nngels' pyes (holding imps In
their laps. Me, I'll stick to the' old
masters and tho cherubs."
Mr. Kinney looked ivt him musingly.
"Somebody's eyi-s must hnvu been
pretty angelio," ho snkV "If they're
been persuading you that Georglo
Mlnafer is a cherub !"
"Th".v nro," said Morgan heartily.
"They're moro angelic than over."
And as a now flourish of music soiuid
cd overhead he throw away his" ciga
rette and JumilPd np briskly "CJnnd
by; I'vs got this dance with hor."
"With whom?"
"With Isabel !"
The grlassled Mr. Kinney uffectod to
rub his eyes. "It startles me, vour
jumping up like that to go and dauco
with Isabel Amborsonl Twenty yen r
win to have putuwd but havo thoy?
TY11 me, havo you danced with poor
old Fanny, loo, this evening?"
"Twice !"
"My Lord !" Kinney groaned half
In earnest. "Old times starting all
over again ! My Lord !"
"Old times?" Morgan laughed say
ly from the doorway.. "Not a bit!
There aren't any old times, 'hen
times nro gone thoy'ro not old; they're
dcndl Thero aren't any times hut
new times!"
And ho vanished In such n manner
that he seemed already to have be
gun dancing.
"It was friendly of you.
I'll not I'll not forget It."
(TO BB CONTINUED.)