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ana me anxious sympathy of his grand.- buildings noj you kno."
lamer ana ms uncle made
BEING A GENTLEMAN, I SUPPOSE." .
r n'opsls -Major Amberson has made a fortune In 1873 when other people
iJifi fortunes, and the magnificence of the Ambersons began then."
??lr Amberson laid out a 200-acre "development," with roads and statuary
Major ..- nf n. fnur-a.cr trft.pt nn AmhArimn ni-ami k,,u. , it ii
. nitii-ont mansion Midland Citv had vr sin Wh ,. 4
), most w'". ,.r" -r . : j"
ter married young Wilbur Minafer the neighbors predicted that as
.ir.i in the center ui w.su AUiuduu vcuue, Duiu ior mmseii
aauiii. really love Wilbur all her love would be bestowed unon th
MiAreti There is only one child, however, George Ambersdn Minafer, and
v.t- HobringiB " . .w....M.o as , miacaiei, maKer are
;puiB --- i.uiv.huiio, jr iue ume ueorcre
1 1 r ira Via iiaaq nnf oam a . - . . 0
. . i..onine with the most pessimistic tfredictions. Hv th. m n -
eoes 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, bail given
his honor when he returns from college. George monopolizes Ludy Morgan,
a stranger and the prettiest girl present, and gets on famously with her until
I he learns that a "queer looking duck" at whom he had been poking much fun.
Vthe 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 hl's 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 Hbur Minafer.- George makes rapid progress in his court
ship of Lucy. A cotillion helps their acquaintance along famously. Their
"friendship" continues during his absences at college. George and Lucy
become "almost engaged.'
CHAPTER X Continued.
root'" Aunt Amelia was evidently
4 .... 1 l, At V.
!n a passion. M10U Know imi ueen
Volne on over there, well enough,
Wank Bronson! I thought you were
man of the worm: ooni leu me
ou're Wind! For nearly two years
qnhpl's been pretending to chaperone
fanny Minafer with Eugene, and all
'he time she's been dragging mai poor
ool Fanny around to chaperone her
md Eugene ! Under the circumstances,
he knows people will get to thinking
Tanny's a pretty slim kind of chap
rone, and Isabel wants to please
3eorge because she thinks there'll be
ess talk if she can keep her own
troiher around, seeming to approve.
fTalk !' She'd better look out I The
whole town will be talking, the first
thins she knows ! She "
Amelia stopped, and stared at the
Amelia Stopped, and Stared at the
Doorway in a Panic.
doorway in a panic, for her nephew
tood there. '
She kept her eyes upon his white
face for a few strained moments, then,
regaining her nerve, looked away and
shrugged her shoulders. . '
"You weren't intended to hear what
Ive been sayin-M?eori?P -" shP snlri
quietly. "But since you seem" ' !
"Yes, I did."
"So !" She shrufeged her shoulders
jam. "After all, I don't know but
"s just as w ell, in the long run."
He walked up to where she sat. "You
--jou-" he said thickly. "It seems
seems to nje you're you're pretty
IRl'onson had risen from his
cnair in greaf distress. "Your aunt
Jit) 11 Mil y...
v Z 1 ,. ; " a business matter.
r.v- . u fnu neither she nor
w f-uch fooiisi
nonsense because she's
"She doesn't mean
nd neither she
the slightest credit
mess no one in the
uddenfv gU!Ped' flnd wet 1Ines shone
"Thevln ng his lower eyelids,
tben stn vVd 4etter not!" said.
of the house Ut ' the 00m, and out
onTesnnrfnStes ,ater. eorge Amber
Mgrv rTWhat in the ambiance of an
lion tl 17 Plun t of the Man
Most him pale nepnew waiting to
-Yes3?106 t0 ta,k Georgie."
Vhatl tK aVe You'd better r
Hte nil ,matter then?" .
Jl tne house. I want to
ri"a '" here
I Just heard Aunt
She .says my
side about this dlvl-
Eusene At! proPerty because you're
an A QVio
p ixicuu, sue
"he said-- x, pause1 t0 swallow.
"You inni. ,He Altered. v. ;
Uuehed ck" aid his uncle, and
ythlBt ZT. TIf "'s because of
TOM wt been W I on't
nausea, but under his uncle's encour
agement he was able to be explicit.
"She said ray mother wanted you to1 be
friendly to her about Eugene Morgan.
She said my mother had been using
Aunt Fanny as a chaperone."
Amberson emitted a laugh of dis
gust. "It's wonderful what tommy-rot
a woman In a state of spite can think
ofl I suppose you don't doubt that
Amelia Amberson created this speci
men of tommy-rot herself? Of all the
damn nonsense!" ,
George looked at him haggardly.
"You're sure people are not talking?"
"Rubbish! Your mother's on. my
side about this division because she
knows Sydney's a pig and always has
been a pig, and so has his spiteful
wife. I'm trying to keep them from
getting the better of your mother as
well as from getting the better of me,
don't you suppose? Well, they're In a
rage because Sydney always could do
what he liked with father unless your
mother interfered, and they know I got
Isabel to ask him not to do what they
wanted. That's all there is to it."
i'But she said," George persisted
wretchedly; "she said there was talk.
"Look here, young fellow !" Amber
son laughed good-naturedly. "There
probably Is so:ne harmless talk about
the way your Aunt Fanny goes after
poor Eugene, and I've no doubt I've
abetted it myself. Fanny was always
languishing at him, twenty-odd years
ago, before he left here. Well, we
can't blame the poor thing if she's got
her hopes up again, and I don't know
that I blame her, myself, for using
your mother the way she does."
"How do you mean?" (
Am!erson put his hand on George's
shoulder. "You like to tease Fanny,'
he fcald. "but I wouldn't tease her
about this, if I were you. Fanny hasn't
got much In her life. In fact, I don't
know of anything much that Fanny
has got, except her feeling about Eu
gene. She's, always had it and what's
funny to us is pretty much life-and
death to her, I suspect. Now, I'll no
deny that Eugene Morgan Is attracted
to ypur-mother. He is ; and that's an
other case of 'always was ; but I know
him, and he's a knight, George a
crazy one, perhaps, if you've read 'Don
Quixote. And I think your mother
likes him better than she likes any
man outside her own family, and that
he Interests her more than anybody
else and 'always has.' And that's all
there is to it, except "
"Except what?" George asked quick
ly, as he paused.
"Except that I suspect " Amberson
chuckled, and began over: "I'll tell
you in confidence. Fanny uses your
mother for a decoy duck. She does
everything In. the world she can to
keep your mother's friendship with
Eugene going, because she thinks
that's what keeps Eugene about the
place, so to speak. Fanny's always
with your mother, you see ; and when
ever he sees Isabel he sees Fanny.
Fanny thinks he'll get used to the idea
of her being around, and some day her
chance may -. come! There! D'you
" "Well I suppose so." George's
brow was still dark, however. "If
you're sure whatever talk there Is, is
about Aunt Fanny. If that's so"
"Don't be an. ass," his uncle advised
him lightly, moving away. "I'm off lor
a week's fishing to forget that woman
in there, and her. pig of a husband. '
(His gesture toward the Mansion Indi
cated Mr. and Mrs. Sydney i AmDer-
son.) "I recommend a like course to
you, if; you're silly enough to. pay any
attention to such rubblshingsl uooa
by!" v-, : v ;. '
. . . George was partially reas
sured, but still troubled : a word haunt
ed him like the recollection of a night
mare. "Talk!" i
He walked rapidly toward his own
front gate. The victoria was there
with Fanny alone; she jumped out
brisklv and the victoria waited.
whoro' mother ?" George asked
sharnly. "" '
"At Lucv'ff. I only came back to ge',
(tome embroidery, because we found
the sun too hot for driving. ,1 haven't
time to talk now. Georgie ; I'm going
right back. I promised your mother '
-You listen!" said George.
"What on earth " .
H repeated what Amelia had said
Tfcia t fcowevr, b spoke coldly.
and without the emotion he had ex
hibited during thej-ecltal to his uncle:
Fanny was the one who showed agita
tion during this. Interview, for she
grew, fiery red, and her eyes dilated.
"What on earth do you want to bring
such trash to me for?" she demanded,
breathing fast. - '
"I merely wished to know two
things : whether it Is your duty or
mine to speak to father of what Aunt
' Fanny stamped her foot. "You lit
tle fool !" she cried. "You awful little
fool! Your father's a sick man, and
you want to go troubling him with an
Amberson family row! It's just what
that cat would love you to do !"
"Well, I "
Tell your father if you like! It
will only make him a little sicker to
think he's got a son silly enough to
listen to such craziness!" .
"Then you're sure there Isn't any
Fanny disdained a reply In words.
She made a hissing sound of utter con-
empt and snapped her fingers. Then
she asked scornfully : "What's the
Lucy Morgan? Let in: j. seer.; I seem
to reraeniKcr the name'.! Didn't I know
some Lucy Morgan of oier, once upon
a time?' Then you'dflfiake : your big
white head and stroke 'bur long1 white
beard-you'd have'such distinguished
long white beard I andou'd say 'No.
I don't seem to remember rahy Lucy
Morgan; I wonder what made me think
I did?' ' Arid poor me I t'd be deep in
the ground, wpndering yif you'd heard
about it! and what yo were saying I
Good-by for today.' IJph't work too
hard dear!" ' ",-r;-v: ''-;-:- r
George Immediately Seized nen and
paper, pfaintlvely but vigorously re
questing Lucy not tck iniiglne him with
a . beard, distinguished or otherwise,
even in the extremitles-of age. Then,
after Inscribing his protest in the mat
ter of this visioned $eard, he con
eluded his missive In ' tone mollified
to tenderness, and proceeded to read a
letter, from his mother which" had
reached r him simultaneously with
Lucy's -Isabel wrote trom Asheville,
where she had just arrived with her
"I think your fatherooks better al-
hypocritlcaL He was not crief-strlck-
en; but he felt that he ought to be,
and, with, a secret shame, concealed
his callousness beneath an affectation
of solemnity. ;
But when he was taken into the
"Didn't you, when you Vre here!
Like uncle, like nephew."'
"I'm sure I didn't have.it so badlj
at his age," Amberson said reflectively-.
as they strolled on through the com
Eugene laughed. "You need onrv
room where lay what was left of Wil- three things to explain all that's good
Dur Minarer, ueorge had no longer to and bad about Georgie."
. TwuT i only a few hours. It may be we've
Kiui.ue ueiir, uuuer uie cir- fnnnd ilist thpI)irp t hUlrt him nn
i i f .i him ii. t m it i - r j j "
, , . , . , . . I UC UWVIVIO OUIU t 1 L HUU1U
family at least for a time. It might
be better "
Fanny stared at him Incredulously.
You mean you'd quit seeing Lucy?"
"I hadn't thought of that side-of It,
but If such a thing were necessary on
account of talk about my mother, I-
-" He hesitated unhappily. "I sug"-
gested that if all of us for a time
perhaps only for a time It might be
"See here," she Interrupted. "We'll
settle this nonsense right now. If Eu
gene Morgan comes to this house, for
instance, to see me, your mother can't
get up and leave the place the minute
he gets here, can she? What do you
wrint her to do: Insult him? Or per
haps you'd prefer she'd Insult Lucy?
That would do just as well. What Is
It you're up to, anyhow? Do you really
love your Aunt Amelia so much that
you want to please her? Or do you
really liate your Aunt . Fanny so much
that you want to that you want to"
' 'She choked and sought for her hand
kerchief; suddenly she began to cry.
"Oh, see here," George said. "I don't
hate you, Aunt Fanny. That's silly. I
"You do! You do! You want to1
you want to destroy the only-thing
that I that I ever" . And, unable to
continue, she became Inaudible in her
George felt remorseful, and his own
troubles were lightened : all at once it
became clear to him that he had been
worrying about nothing. He perceived
that his Aunt Amelia was indeed an
old cat, and that to giveher scandal
ous meanderlngs another thought
would be the height of folly. By no
means Insusceptible to such pathos as
that now exposed before him, he did
not lack pity for Fanny, whose almost
spoken confession was lamentable ;
prove to be, and if it Ms,, it would be
worth the long struggle. we had with
him to get him to givg up and come.
I'm afraid that in myanxiety to get
him to do what the '.ioctors wanted
him to, I wasn't able t$back up Broth
er George as I should $n his difficulty
with Sydney and Amelfi. I'm so sorry !
George is more upsetf than I've ever
seen him they ve got,&Fhat they want
ed, and they're saillnif before long, 1
hear, to live in Floremie. Father said
he couldn't stand thj constant per
suading I'm afraid tlo' word he used
was nagging.' I can't Understand peo
ple behaving like tha' George says
they may be Ambers$is, but they're
vulgar! I'm afraid I almost agree with
him. At least, I thln they were In
"We ' plan to stay sK weeks if the
place agrees with hlmfr lt does really
seem to already ! Hey just called In
the door to , say he's ISvaltlng. t Don't
smoke too much, darllme boy.
"Devotedly, yur mother,
' ' V : "ISABEL."
But she did not ketJp her husband
there for the six weeklshe anticpated.
one uiu uui acrp uiiu;, auji niicic iiiu.1
long. Three weeks ater writing this
letter, she telegraph(p suddenly to
George that they wre leaving for
home at once; and ur days later,
whe he and a f rlend$came whistling
Into his study, fruha llch at the club,
he found another j telljjrara upon his
He read It twice beftore he compre
hended Its import. ; ff
"Papa left us at tei this morning,
dearest. - fl
i J MOTHER."
The friend saw thQchange in his
face. "Not bad news lj .
George lifted utteiy dUmf ounded
eyes from the yellow japer.
"My father," he sai weakly. "She
I've got to
pretend; his grief was sufficient. It
needed only the sight of that forever
Inert semblance of the quiet man who
had been always so quiet a part of his
son's life so quiet a part that George
had seldom been consciously - aware
that his father was Indeed a part of
his life. As the figure lay there, its
very quietness was w?at was most life
like; and suddenly it struck George
hard. And in that unexpected, racking
grief of his son, Wilbur Minafer be
came more vividly George's father
than he had ever been In life.
When George left the room, his arm
was about his black-robed mother, his
shoulders were still shaken with sobs.
He leaned upon his mother ; she gently
comf6rted him; and presently he re
covered his composure and became
self-conscious enough to wonder if he
had not been making an unmanly dis
play of himself, r "I'm all right again,
mother," he said awkwardly. "Don't
worry about met you'd better go He
down, or something; you look pretty
pale." - " '
Isabel did look pretty pale, but not
ghastly pale, as Fanny did. Fanny's
grief was overwhelming ; she stayed in
her room, and George did not see her
until the next day, a few minutes be
fore the funeral, when her haggard
face appalled him.
The annoyance gave way before a
recollection of the sweet mournfulness
of his mother's fata, as she ha'ijl said
good-by to him at the station, and of
how lovely she looked In her mourning.
He thought of Lucy, whom he had seen
only twice, and he could not help feel
ing that in these quiet interviews he
had appeared to her as tinged with
heroism she had shown, rather than
sold, how brave she thought him.
When he went back to college, what
came most vividly to George's mind,
during retrospections, was the despair
ing face of his Aunt Fanny. Again and
again he thought of It ; ; he could not
avoid its haunting. Her grief had been
so silent, yet It had so amazed him.
George felt more and more compas
sion for this ancient antagonist of his,
and he wrote to his mother about her:
"I'm afraid poor Aunt Fanny might
think now father's gone we won't want
her to live with 'us any longer and be
cause I always teased her so much she
might think I'd be for turning her out.
I don't know where on earth she'd go
or what she could live on if we did do
something like this, and of course we
never would do such a thing, but I'm
pretty sure she had something of the
kind on her mind. She didn't say any
thing, but the way she looked is what
makes me think so. Honestly, to me
she looked just scared sick. You tell
her there Isn't any danger in the world
of my treating her like that. Tell her
everything Is to go on just as it al
ways has. Tell her to cheer up!"
Isabel did more for Fanny than tell
ing her to cheer up- Everything that
Fanny Inherited from her father, old
Aleck Minafer, had been invested in
Wilbur's business; and, Wilbur's busi
ness, after a period of illness corre
sponding in dates to the Illness of Wil
bur's body, had died just before Wil
bur did. George Amberson and Fanny
wrere both 44wiped out to a miracle of
"He's Isabel's only child. He's an
Amberson. He's a boy." - - - -
"Weil, Mister Bones, of these three
things which are the good ones ?m5
which are the bad ones?" - - --'
"AH of them," said Eugene. - -
George took no conspicuous part in
either the academic or the social cele
brations of his class; he seemed to re
gard both sets of exercises with a tol
erant amusement, his own "crowd'
"not going In much for either of those
sorts of things," as he explained to
Lucy. What his crowd had gone in tor -remained
ambiguous ; some negligent
testimony Indicating that, except for
an i astonishing reliability which the
all seemed to have attained In mattei
relating to musical comedy,, they had
not gone in for anything. Certainly
the question one of them put to Lucy,
Right Again, Mother,"
and he was granted the vision to uu
derstand that his mother also pitied says she says he's dd
Fannv infinitely more than he aid. go nome,
This seemed to explain everything.
He patted the unhappy lady awk
wardly upon her shoulder. "There,
here!" he said. , "I didn't mean any
thing. , Of course the only thing to do
about Aunt Amelia is to pay no atten
tion to'her. It's all right. Aunt Fanny.
Don't cry. I feel a lot better now, my
self. Come on ; I'll drive back there
with you. It's all over, and nothing's
the matter. Can't you cheer up?"
Fanny cheered up ; and presently the
customarily hostile aunt and nephew
were driving out Amberson boulevard
amiably together In the hot Sunshine.
. . . His Uncle, 'fieorge and the
Major met htm at the Station when he
arrived the; first tlmethe Major had
ever come to meet hisprandson. The
old gentleman sat in Ibis closed car
riage (which still needed paint) at the
entrance to the station but he got out
and advanced to grasrj George's hand
CHAPTER XI. -
"Almost" was Lucy's last word on
the last night of George's vacation
that vital evening which she had half
consented to agree upon for "settling
things" between them. "Almost en- j
gaged," she meant. And George, dis
contented with the "almost," but con
tented that she seemed glad to wear a
sapphire locket with a tiny photograph
of, George Amberson Minafer Inside It,
found himself wonderful In a new
world at the final instant of their part-
lug. For, after declining to let him
kiss her "good-by,H as If his desire for
such a ceremony were. the most pre
posterous absurdity In the world, she
had leaned suddenly close to him and
left upon, his cheek the veriest feather
from a fairy's wing.
She wrote him a month later:
"No. It must keep on beingN almost.
"Isn't almost prettj pleasant? . You
know well enough that I care for you.
I did from the first minute I saw you.
and I'm pretty sure you knew it I'm
afraid you did. I'm afraid you always
knew It. But it's such a solemn thing
It scares me. It means a good deal to
a lot of people besides you and m
n nd rli:i i scs res me, too. I shouldn't
! a bi .sMnrlscd to fvd myself, an
ii'd h'dv s'-ine l;'y, still thinking of
voU wtiti.' von'i? i t away and away
wi?h yMMpiI. 'ilse 'fWrh-'i s. and me
fi irtroiic Vi'VYi'sr -1 ' ' ; T vry organ
"There, There!" He Said. ! Didn't
tremulously, when the atter appeared.
"Poor fellow !" he said.tjand patted him
repeatedly upon the shoulder. 'Poor
fellow ! - Poor Georgie ;
George noticed thal the Major's
tremulousness did nol, disappear,, as
ihey drove up the strcSt, and that he
seemed much, feebler Jan during the
summeri i Principally, t bwever, George
you'd -av, wiki v uu uu uj) obituary, j wait concerned wkh h own emotion,
precision," as Amberson said. They
"owned not a penny and owed not a
penny," he continued, explaining his
phrase. "It's like the moment just be
fore drowning : you're not under water
and you're not out of it. All you know
Is that you're not dead yet."
He spoke philosophically, having his
"prospects" from his father to fall
back upon; but Fanny had neither
"prospects" nor philosophy. However,
a legal survey of Wilbur's estate re
vealed the factUhat his life Insurance
was left clear of the wreck ; and Isa
bel, with the cheerful consent of her
son, promptly turned this salvage over
to her sister-in-law. Invested, it; would
yield something better than nine hun
dred dollars a year, arid thus she was
assured of becoming neither a pauper
nor a dependent, but proved to be, as
Amberson said, adding his efforts to
the cheering up of Fanny, "an heiress,
after all, in spite of rolling mills and
the devil." .
The collegian did not return to his
home for the holidays. Instead, Isa
bel joined him, and they went South
for the two weeks. She was proud of
her stalwart, good-looking son at the
hot el where they ' stayed, and It, was
meat and drink to her when she saw
how people stared at him in the lobby
and on the big verandas indeed, her
vanity In him was so dominant that
she was unaware of their staring at
her with more Interest and an ad
miration 4 friendlier than George
Both of them felt constantly the dif
ference between this Christmas time
and other Christmas times of theirs
in all, it was a sorrowful holiday. Bur
when' Isabel came East for George's
commencement, in June, she brought
Lucy with her and things began to
seem different, especially when George
Amberson arrived with Lucy's,, father
on class day. Eugene had been In New
York, on business ; Amberson easily
persuaded him to this outing ; and they
made a cheerful party of it, with the
new graduate of course the hero and
center of it all.
: His uncle was a fellow alumnus.
"Yonder was where I roomed when '.
was here," he said, pointing out one o:
the university buildings to Eugene. "
In; response to investigations of her
seemed to point that way : "Don't yo
think," he said, "really, don't yo
think that being things is rather bettei
than doing things?" 'j
He said "rahthuh bettuh" for "rathe
better," and seemed to do it deliberate
ly, with perfect knowledge of what h
was doing. Later, Lucy mocked him
to George, and George refused to
- 11 1 1 A. t 11 1
smne; ne swnewuai uiuiueu w buck
nrnnnnHfltinns himself. This tnoltnft
ttnn wns nne of th thincrs that h had
acquired in the four :ears. "
What else he had acquired, It might
have puzzled him tc state, had any
body asked him and required a direct
reply within a reasonable space cf.
time. He had learned how to pass ex
aminations by "cramming;" that Is, la
mice ui iu iii ua.y o uuu uiguio --vruw
get Into his head eno ugh of a select
fragment of some s ientiflc of philo-.
sophical. or literary linguistic sub
ject to reply plausibly to six question
out of ten. He coul? relain the infor
mation necessary for such a feat just
ong enough to give a successful per
formance; then It would evaporate ut
terly from his brain, an& leave him un
disturbed. George, like his "crowd,
not only preferred "being things" t'
"doing things," but had content 1 hlxfr
self with four years of "being thing"
as a preparation for going on "beinf,
things." And when Lucy rather shylj
pressed him for his friend's probable
definition of the "things" it seemed m
superior and beautiful to be, George
raised his eyebrows slightly, meaning
that she should have understood with
out explanation; but he did explain:
un, ramny ana an taat Demg a gen
tleman, I suppose."
Lucy gave the horizon a long look
but offered no comment.
"Aunt Fanny doesn't look much be ''
ter," George said to his mother, a few .
minutes after their arrival, on the
ff . i. A . - A M
nigni mey gor nome. uoesn i sne gi
over It at all? I thought sh'd feel
better when we turned over the insult
ance to her gave It to her absolutely,
without any strings to it. She looicr
about a thousand years old!"
. "She looks quite girlish, sometimes,
though," his mother, said.
'Has she looked that way muck
since father "
"Not so much," Isabel said thought
fully. "But she will, as time goes on."
"TlmeU have to hurry, then. It seem
to me," George obserred, returning te
"The idea of being a pro
fessional man has never ap
pea!ed to me." ;
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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