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"WILL YOU BE ENGAGED TO ME?"
Synopsis. Major Amberson had made a fortune in 1873 when other people
were losing fortunes, and the magnificence of the Ambersons began then.
Major Amberson laid out a 200-acre "development," with roads and statuary,
and in the center of a four-acre tract, on Amberson avenue, built for himself
the most magnificent mansion Midland City had ever seen. When the major's
daughter married young Wilbur Minafer the neighbors predicted that as
Isabel could never really love Wilbur all her love would be bestowed upon the
children. There is only one child, however, George Amberson Minafer, and
his upbringing and his youthful accomplishments as a mschief maker are
quite in keeping with the most pessimistic predictions. By the time George
goes away to college he does not attempt to conceal his belief that the
Ambersons are about the most Important family In the world. At a ball given
in his honor when he returns from college, George monopolizes Lucy Morgan,
a stranger and the prettiest girl present, and gets on famously with her until
he learns that a "queer looking duck" at whom he had been poking much fun.
Is the young lady's father. He is Eugene Morgan, a former resident of Big
burg, and he is returning to erect a factory and to build . horseless carriages
of his own Invention. Eugene had been an old admirer of Isabel's and they
had been engaged when Isabel threw him over because of a youthful Indiscre
tion and married Wilbur Minafer. George makes rapid progress in his court
ship of Lucy. A cotillion helps theif acquaintance along famously. Their
"friendship", continues during his absences at college.
CHAPTER VIII Continued.
In the matter of coolness George
met Lucy upon her own predeter
mined ground ; In fact, he was there
first, and at their next encounter
proved loftier and more formal than
she did. Their estrangement lasted
three weeks, and then disappeared
without any preliminary treaty: It
had worn itself out and they forgot it.
The Major had taken a great fancy
to her, insisting upon her presence
and her father's at the Amberson fam
ily dinner at the Mansion every Sun
day evening. She knew how to flirt
with old people, he said, as she sat
next him at the table "on one of these
Sunday occasions; and he had always
liked her father, even when Eugene
was a "terror" long ago. "Oh, yes,
he was !" the Major laughed when she
remonstrated. "He came up here
with my son George and some others
for a serenade one night, and Eugene
stepped into a bass fiddle, and the
poor musicians just gave up! That
serenade was just before Isabel was
married and don't you fret, Miss
Lucy: your father remembers it well
enough !" The old gentleman burst
into laughter, and shook his finger at
Eugene across the table. VThe fact
is," the Major went on hilariously, "I
believe If Eugene hadn't broken that
bass fiddle and given himself away
Isabel would never have taken WI1
bur ! I shouldn't be surprised if that
was about all the reason that Wilbur
got her I What do you think, Wil
bur?"
"I shouldn't be surprised," said WI1
bur placldy. ' "If your notion Is right
I'm glad 'Gene broke the fiddle. He
was giving me a hard run I"
The Major always drank " three
glasses of champagne at his Sunday
dinner, and he was finishing the third.
"What do you say about it, Isabel?
By Jove !" he cried, pounding the
table, "she's blushing!"
Eugene was as pink as Isabel, but
he laughed without any sign of embar
rassment other than his heightened
color. "There's another important
thingthat is, for me," he said. "It's
the only thing that makes me forgive
that bass viol for getting in my way."
"What Is it?" the Major asked.
"Lucy," said Morgan gently.
Isabel gave him a quick glance, all
warm approval, and there was a mur
mtfr of friendliness round the table.
Summer glided by evenly and quick
ly enough, for the most part, and at
the. end seemed to fly. On the last
night before George went back to be
a junior his mother asked him confi
dently if it had not been a happy
summer.
He hadn't thought about It, he an
swered. "Oh, I suppose so. Why?"
"I just thought it would be nice to
hear you say so,'.' she said, smiling.
"It's seemed to me that it must have
been a happy summer for you a real
'summer of roses and wine' without
the wine, perhaps. 'Gather ye roses
while ye may or was ' It primroses?
Time does really fly, or perhaps it's
like the sky and smoke"
George was puzzled. "It strikes me
you're getting mixed. I don't see
much resemblance between time and
the sky or between things and smoke
wreaths; but I do see one reason you
like Lucy Morgan so much. She
talks that same kind of wistful,
moony way sometimes I don't mean
to say I mind ItIn either of you, be
cause I rather like to listen to it,
and you've got a very good voice,
mother. It's nice to listen to, no mat
ter how much smoke and sky and
so on, you talk. So's Lucy's, for that
matter ; and I see why you're con
genial. She talks that way to her
father, too; and he's right there With
the same kind of guff. . Well, It's all
right with me ! I've got plenty to
think about when people drool along I"
She pressed his hand to her cheek,
and a tear made a tiny warm streak
across one of his knuckles.
"For heaven's sake!" he said.
"What'sthe matter? Isn't everything
all right?" -
"You're going away I I never can
bear to see you gothat's the most
.of it. I'm a little bothered about your
rather, too," "
. "Why?" -' -
"It seems to me he looks so bad,
Everybody thinks so.' . ; c -
"What nonsense!" George laughed.
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the way heVlooked aU his life, that factory?" doir, he said, so that nowhere could
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automobile concern, hasr
"No," Isabel smiled.' "The 'auto
mobile concern' is all Eugene's, and
it's so small I understand it's taken
hardly anything. No; your father has
always prided himself on making only
the most absolutely safe investments,
but two -or three years ago he and
your Uncle George both put a great
deal pretty much everything they
could get together, I think into the
stock of rolling mills some friends
of theirs owned, and I'm afraid the
mills haven't been doing well."
TAiac w tuai x'ttiiicj. uccuu i
worry. You and I can take care of
him Jhe rest of his life on what grand
father" :
"Of course," she agreed. "But your
father's always lived so for his bus!
ness and taken such pride In his
sound investments ; it's
with him. I"
a paSSlOn I
"Pshaw ! He needn't worry ! You
tell him we'll look after him." He
kissed her. "Good night; I'm, goingto
tell Lucy goodby. Don't sit up for
me.!'
"Yes, I will," she laughed,
won't be very late."
"Well it's my last night."
'You
"But I know Lucy, and she knows
I want to see you too. your last night.
You 11 see: shell send you home
promptly at eleven!"
But she was mistaken: Lucy sent
him home promptly at ten.
CHAPTER IX.
Isabel's uneasiness about her hus-
band's health sometimes reflected in
her letters to George during the win
ter that followed had not been alle-
viated when the accredited Senior re-1
turned for his next summer vacation,
'For
Heaven's Sake!" He
"What'a the Matter?"
Said,
nnd she rnnfided to him in his room.
soon after his arrival, that "some-
.tAF hai cm tn her lnte -
ly had made her more uneasy than
ever
"Doctor Rainey says we ought to
get him away."
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don't think there's anything much the
mutter with him. though. Wave von
seen Lucy lately? How Is she?"
She looks nretty 1" said Isabel.
I suppose she wrote yon they've
moved?"
"Yes ; INr got her ; address. She
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iney did. its all finished, and t
they've been in It a month. It's small,
Dut on, sucn a pretty little house r
wen, that s fortunate," George
said. "One thing I've always felt they
didnt know a great deal about, is ar-
luueiiure. i
,
".Don't they 7" asked Isabel, sur-
Prised. "Anyhow, their house is
charming. It's way out beyond the I
end of Amberson boulevard; It's quite
near that big white house with a gray-
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Kreen TOO! SOmeDOClV DUllt OUt mere I
a year or so ago. I suppose you 11 be
unving out 10 see i-.ucy tomorrow.
l thought George hesitated. MI
tnougnt pernaps id go after dinner
mis evening." ,.
At mis nis motner laugnea, not as-
tonisned. "It was only my feeble
joke about 'tomorrow,' Georgie ! I
was nretty sure you couldn't wait that
.no. What factory?"
ilie auiomODlie ; snous. XniS SDrintr
they've finished ehrht automobiles and
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sold them all, and they've got twelve
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more aimost nnisnea, ana tney re soia
already! Eugene Is so gay over it!
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wnere lour people can sit, with I
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i Know ail aoout it, said ueorge.
I've seen any number like that, east.
You can see all you want of 'em if
you stand on Fifth avenue half an
hour any afternoon. I've seen half
a dozen go by almost at the same
time within a few minutes, anyhow ;
and of course electric hansoms are a
common sight there any day. I hired
0ne myself the last time I was there.
How fast do Mr. Morgan's machines
go?"
"Much too fast! It's very exhila-
rnTincr nut rarner insrnrenins': ana
they do make a fearful uproar. He
says, though, he thinks he sees a way
to get around the noisiness in time."
"I don't mind the noise," said
George. "Give me a horse for mine,
though, any 6ayf I must get up a race
Wl-h nft n those th!nr. Ponriennfa'11
leave it one mile behind in a two-mile
run. How's grandfather?"
"He looks well, but he complains
sometimes of his heart."
George had taken off his coat. "I
don't like to hint to a lady," he said,
but I do want to dress before din
ner.
Don't be lopg; I've got to do a
lot of looking at you, dear !" She
klssea him and ran awayf singing.
t. . a t-
But ;- his Aunt Fanny was not so
a . "a nnar. foKi
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eyes when George patronizingly asked
her what was the news in her own
"particular line of sport."
"Well, what's the gossip? You
usually hear pretty much everything
that goes on around the nooks and
crannies in this town, I hear. What's
the last from the gossips' corner,
j auntieT'
Fanny dropped her eyes, but a
movement of her lower lin betokened
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n rennenrv tn inuirn as sne rennea.
There hnsn't been mnrh soj?sin latelv
evrent the renort that Lucv Morgan
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There was a clatter upon George's
plate.
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vvuai wiiut uu juu i liiuu.
you're talking about?" he gasped.
Miss Fanny looked up innocently,
"About the r'eport of Lucy Morgan's
engagement to Fred Kinney."
George turned dumbly to his mother
and Isabel shook her head reassur
ingly. "People are always starting
rumors," she said. "I haven't paid
an- attention to this one."
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stammered.
"Oh, one hears all sorts of nonsense,
dear. I haven't the slightest idea
that It's true." ,
"Then you have heard it I"
Georee turned pale. ?
"Eat your dinner, Georgie," his
aunt said sweetly. "Food will do you
ffood. I didn't say I knew this rumor
was true. I only said I'd heard it."
'Fnnnv vou're a hard-hearted crea-
tnre" Isabel said eentlv. "You reallv
are. Don't Dav anv attention to her.
aenrjre. Fred Kinnev's onlv a clerk
in his male's hardware ninre? he
couldn't marry for ages even if any
body would accept him!"
George breathed tumultuously. ul
don't care anything about 'ages P
What's that got to do with It?" he
said, his thoughts appearing to be I
1 somewhat disconnected. "Ages,' don't
mean anything ! I only, want to know
1 I want to know I want "HeL
I stopped
I "You must finish your dinner, dear,
his mother urged. "Don't
I - have -mushed, rve eaten an 1
I wflnt. I don't want anv more tnan 1
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wanted. 1 aont want 1 ae rose,
I still incoherent. "I nrefer I want
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i Diease excuse me
He left the room; and a moment
later the screens outside the onen
front door were heard to slam.
"Fanny! You shouldn't" .
I "Isabel, don't reproach me. He did
have plenty of dinner, and I only told
th truth: everybody has been say
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"We don't actually know there f
isn't," Miss Fanny Insisted, giggling,
"We've never asked Lucy."
"I wouldn't ask her anything so ab-
surd ln;
: "George would" George's father re-
marked. "That's vrhnr hp's" e-nne tn I
o I
do." "
Mr. Minafer was not mistaken: that
was what his son had gone to do.
Lucy, 'and her father were just rising
from their dinner table when the J
1
stirrer! vrmth nrriiror! nt tha frnnf
door of the new house. It was a cot-
tage, however, rather than a, house:
and Lucy had taken a free hand with
the architect, achieving results in
white and. green outside and .white
and blue Inside to such effect of youth
and daintiness that her father mm.
plained of "too much springtime !"
Th whnip ninoo fninriinc hi own
he smoke a cigar without feeling like
In mtfinn Hnwever he wns smntincr
whn 'orrirort h0 0nir.
" " " v- i.v- vUi.vui
aged George to join him in the pas-
1
time, but the caller, whose air Was
both tense and preoccupied, declined
t novar cmnVn fhnt ia Vm coi. I
I
dom I mean, no, thanks" he said.
"i mean not at all. I'd rather not."
"ivsn'f Tvn Ttroll finnmol" TJ'nrpQTil
asked, looking at him in perplexity.
"Have you been overworking at col
lege? You do look rather pa "
"I don't work," said George.
"I
mean I don't work. I think, but I
don't work. I only work at the end
Eugene's perplexity was little de
creased, and a tinkle of the doorbell
rifTnrded him ohvions relief. "It's mv
foreman," he said, looking at his
wntrh "T'll tn Ira. him ont in the vnrd
to talk. This is no place for a fore
man." And he departed, leaving the
"living room" to Lucy and George.
"What's wrong, George?" she asked
softly.
"What do vou mean: 'What's
wrong?' , What makes you think any-
thing's 'wrong' with me?"
"You do look pale, as papa said,
and It seemed to me that the way you
talked sounded well, a- little con
fused." . '.
"See here J" George stepped close
to her. : "Are you glad to see me?'
Lucy protested, laughing at his dra
matic intensity. "Of course I am!
Do tell me what's the ? matter with
you, George I" . .
"1 will!" he exclaimed. I was a
by when I saw you
last. I see that
now, though I didn't then. Well, Im
not a boy any longer. I'm a man, and
a man has a right to demand a totally
different treatment"
"I don't seem to be able to under
stand you at all, George. Why
shouldn't a boy be treated just as
well as a man?"
George seemed to find himself at a
loss. "Why shouldn't Well, he
shouldn't, because a man has a right
t0 certain explanations
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laughter; she was delighted. "It's
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that I ever head of worse misbe-
havior ! Papa and I have been twice
to dinner with his fami,y. and IVe
been three times to church with 'Fred
and once to the circus ! I don't
know when they'll be here to arrest
me!"
"Stop that !" George commanded
fiercely. "I want to know jusf one
thing, and I mean to know It, too!"
'Whether I enjoyed the circus?
"I want to know if you're engaged
to him!" -
"No!" she cried, and lifting her
face close to his for the shortest in -
stant possible, she gave him a look
half merry, half defiant, but all fond.
" was an adorable look,
"Lucy!" he said huskily.
Bnt she turned quickly from him,
and ran to the other end of the room.
I He followed awkwardly, stammering :
I "Lucy, I want I want to ask you.
Will you will you will you be en -
traced to me?"
She stood at a window, seeming to
look out . into the summer darkness,
her back to him.
"No" she murmured, just audibly.
"Why not?"
"You're too young."
"is that " he said, gulping "is
that tne oniy reason you won w
bhe did not answer.
As she stood persistently staring
but of the window with her back to
him she did not see how humble his
attitude had become; but his voice
was low. and it shook so that she
i couiavnave no qoudc oi ms emouon.
"Lucy nlease forgive me for making
l '.
suai. a row,, ue saw, iuus scuuj.
"I've been I've been terribly upset
terribly! You know how I feel about!
J you, and always have felt about you.
Don't you?
still she did not move or speac.
"is the only reason you won t De
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"It's it's reason enough." she said
faintly.
At that he caught one of her hands.
and she turned to him: there were
tears in her eyes, tears which he did
not understand at alL
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"I knew you'
"No, no!" she saidand she trashed
hira away, withdrawing her hand.
'George, let's not talk of solemn
things
. ucniAmn thlnm, !' TIV .WV
"Like being engaged."
But Georee had become altoirether
iubilant. and he lauehed triumDhant-
ly. "Good gracions, tht fc't sol
earn!
"It Is tool" she said, wloine her
eyes. "Its too solemn for us."
"No, it isn't! I"
"Let's sit down and be sensible,
dear," she said. "You sit over t-ce "
"I will if you'll call me 'dear
ncain."
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"That will have to do, then," he
laughed, "so long as I know we're en-
j ;
"t? -n q't cho nmfocfo
"And we never will be if you don't
promise not to. speak of it again
Tjnf"i1 T tell TOT! tn I"
"I won't promise that,'
said the
happy George. "I'll only promise Jiot
to speak of It till the next time you
call me 'dear ;' and you've promised
to call me that the night before
leave for my senior year."
"Oh. but I didn't!" she said ear
nestly, then hesitated. "Did I?"
"Didn't you?"
"I don't think I meant it," she mur-
mured, her wet lashes flickering above
irouDiea eyes
"I know one thing about you," he
said gayly, his triumph increasing.
"you never went back on anything
you said yet, and I'm not afraid of
this being the first time !'
"But we mustn't let " she fal-
tered; then went on tremulously,
George, we've got on sowell together
we won't let this make a difference
between us, will we?" And she joined
in his laughter.
"It will all depend on what you tell
me the night before I go away. You
agree we're going to settle things
then, don't you Lucy?"
"I don't promise."
"Yes, you do! Don't you?"
"Well" ,
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CHAPTER X.
That night George began a Jubilant
warfare upon his Aunt Fanny, open
ing the campaign upon his return
home at about eleven o'clock. Fanny
had retired, and was presumably
asleep, but George, on the way to his
own room, paused before her door.
and serenaded her in a full baritone:
Ad T rnn 11.- ft 1 A .V T T 1
With my independent air,
The people all declare
'He must be a millionaire !'
Oh, you hear them sigh iand wish to die.
And. see them wink the other eye
At the man that broke the bank at Monte
Carlo!" I
After breakfasting In bed, George
sPent the next morning at his grand
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seemed to be ready for him
"Thank you so much for the sere-
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for the first time in two nights, but
after your kind attentions he lay
awake the rest of last night.'
"Perfectly true," Mr. Minafer said
grimly.
"Of course, I didn't know, sir,
George hastened to assure him. Tm
awfully sorry. But Aunt Fanny was
I so gioomy ana excitea oeiore 1 went
out' Iast evening, I thought she needed
1 cneermg up.
He turned to his mother. "What s
the matter wih grandfather?"
"Didn't you see him this morning?"
Isabel asked.
"Yes. He was glad to see me, and
I all that, but he seemed pretty fidgety.
I Has he been having trouble with his
heart again?
1 "Not lately. No."
' "Well, he's not himself. What's he
upset overr
Isabel looked serious; however, it
was her husband who suggested gloom
ily, "I suppose the Major's bothered
about this Sydney and Amelia bus!
ness, most likely.
"What Sydney and Amelia busl
ness 2 George asked.
"Yoia mother can tell you, If she
l wants to," Minafer said. "It's not nay
side of the family, so I keep off."
"It's rather disagreeable for. all of
I us, Georgie," Isabel began. You see.
your Uncle Sydney wanted a diplo-
ut ywwvu, uu c uivui
i George, being in congress, could ar
I ranira It' RonrirO lIM Ct him th nff(F
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of, a South American ministry, but
Sydney wantea a .European amoassa
j oorsmp, ma ue gut qunc 6"
with 'poor George tor thinking he'dl
take anything . smaller and he be-
lieves George didn't work hard enough
for him. George had done his best, of
course, and nnw Le'e out congreaa,
Tarkin
and won't run "agbin- i ther v .
neys Idea of a big dlpidmatlc positioo .
gone for good. Well, Sydney and your
Aunt: Amelia are terribly disappoint
ed, and they say they've been thinking
for years that this town isn't really fit :
to live in for a gentleman,' Sydney J
says and it is getting rather -big and;-'
dirty. So they've sold their house and
decided to go abroad to live perma
nently ; there's a villa , near Florence
they've often talked of buying. And
they want father to let them have their
share of the estate now. Instead of :;
waiting for him to leave It to them in
his will." - " ,
"Well, I suppose that's fair enough,
George said. "That is, In case he In
tended to leave them a certain amount
in his will."
"Of course that's ' understood,
Georgie. Father explained his will to
third tn Rrnther flenrce nnel n third !
to us." . - .
Her son made a simple calculation
in his mind. Uncle George was a
bachelor, and probably would never
marry ; Sydney and Amelia were child- ;
less. The Major's only, grandchild ap
peared to remain the eventual heir of
the entire property, no matter if the ,
Major did turn over to Sydney a third
of it now. "Well,' I suppose it's grand-
father's own affar. He can do It or
not, just as he likes. I don't see why ,
he'd mind much."
"He seemed , rather confused and-,
pained about it," Isabel said. "I think ,
they oughtn't to urge it. George says
that the estate won't stand taking out
"Lucy, I Want I Want to Ask You,
the third that Sydney wants, and thai
Sydney and Amelia are behaving like a
couple of pigs. I'm on George's side,
whether he's right or wrong ; I alway
was from the time we were children;
and Sydney and Amelia are hurt with
me about it, I'm afraid. They're
stopped speaking to . George entirely.
Poor father ! Family rows at his time
of life."
An hour after lunch, George strolled
over to his grandfather's, intending to
apply for further information, as &
party rightfully interested.
He did not carry out this Intention,
however. Going into the big house by
a side entrance, he was informed that
the Major was upstairs in his bedroom,
that his sons Sydney and George were
both with him, and that a seriou
argument was In progress.
George went to the foot of the great
stairway. He could hear angry voice
overhead those of his two , uncles
and a plaintive murmur, as if the
Major tried to keep the peace.
Such sounds were far from encom
aging to callers, and George decide i
not to go upstairs until this Inter7iet
was over. He turned from the stair
way, and going quietly into the library
picked up a magazine but he did not
open it, for his attention was Instant
ly arrested by his Aunt Amelia's voice,
speaking in the next room. The door
vas open and Gee heard her, .dis
tinctly. "Isabel does? Isabel!" she exclaimed,
her tone .high and shrewish. "Yo
needn't tell me anything about Isabti
Minafer, I guess, my dear old Frank
Bronson! I know her a little better
than you do, don't you think?"
George heard the voice of Mr. Bron
son replying a voice familiar to hln
as that of his grandfather's attorney-in-chief
and chief Intimate as well. Hf
was a contemporary of the Major's, be
ing over seventy, and they had been
through three years of the war in the
same regiment
"L doubt your knowing Isabel," , he
said stiffly. "You speak other as you
do .because she sides with her brothel
George, Instead of with you and Syd
ney." "You little fool! You awful
little fooir
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Reasoning From Kittens. '
Little Edward's twin sisters wert
being christened. All went well until
Edward saw the water in the tont
Then he anxiously turned to his poth
er and exclaimed : "Ma, which one ar
you going to keepr" Blighty (Lon
don). ChIco
I In wme parts or ape .rrovino
South Africa, chleory gives a yieia
$250 to 5300 per acre, jooanneswrg
I twin the chief market
1 Ss