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"COME ON!" SHE CRIED. "LET'S DANCE!"
Synopsis. Major Amberson had mada a fortune in 1S73 when other pooplo
were losing fortunes, and the magnificence of the Ambersona began then.
Major Amberson laid out a 200-acre "development," with oad and statuary,
and In the center of a four-acre tract, on Ambeywon avenue, built for himself
the most magnificent mansion Midland City had ever seen. When the major's
daughter married young Wilbur Mlnafer 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 Mlnafer, and
his upbringing and his youthful accomplishments as a mischief maker are
quite In keeping with the most pessimistic predictions. Tty 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, lie Is Eugene Morgan, a former resident of
Uigburg, 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 Mlnafer George makes rapid progress in his courtship
CHAPTER VII Continued.
lie groaned faintly. "Aren't your
brother and George escorts enough
for you and Fanny?"
"Wouldn't you enjoy it at all?"
"You know I don't."
Isabel let her hand remain upon
I his shoulder a moment longer; she
1 stood behind him, looking Into the fire,
George, watching her broodlngly,
thought there was more color In her
face than the reflection of the llames
accounted for. "Well, then," she said
Indulgently, "stay at home and be
"We Won't Urge You If You'd Really
harry. We won't urge you If you'd
really rather not."
"I really wouldn't," he said content
edly. Half an hour later George was pass
ing through the upper hall, In a bath
robe stage of preparation for the eve
ning's gayetles, when he encountered
his Aunt Fanny. lie stopped her.
"Look here I" he said.
"What In the world Is the matter
vlth you?" she demanded, regarding
him with little amiability. "You look
as if you were rehearsing for a villain
in n play."
His expression gave no sign of
yielding to the request; on the con
trary, its somberness deepened. "I
suppose you don't know why father
doesn't want to go tonight," ho said
1 "He never wanta to go anywhere
that I ever henrd of," said Fanny.
"What is the matter with you?"
"He doesn't want to go because he
doesn't like this man Morgan. Look
herev what makes you and and ev
erybody so excited over him?"
" 'Excited I' " she Jeered. ''Can't
people be glad to see an old friend
without silly children like yon having
to make n to-do about it? I've Just
been in your mother's 'room suggest
ing that she might give a little dinner
for them "
"For whom, Georgle! For Mr.
Morgan and his daughter."
"Look here!" George said quickly.
"Don't do thnt! Mother mustn't do
that. It wouldn't look well."
'Wouldn't look well"'" Fanny
mocked, him; and her suppressed ve
hemence betrayed a surprising acerb
ity. "See here, Georgle Mlnafer, I
ugyest that you Just march straight
on into your room and finish your
dressing I Sometimes you sny things
that show, you have a pretty mean
little mind I"
George was so astounded by this
outburst that his indignation was de
layed by his curiosity. "Why, what
upsets you this way?" he inquired.
"I know what you racnn," she said,
her voice still lowered, but not de
creasing in sharpness. "You're trying
to Insinuate that I'd get your mother
to Invite Eugene Morgan here on my
account because he's a widower I"
"I am?" George gasped, nonplused.
Tm trying to Insinuate tkat you're
Mttluj: yonar cap at him sat getting
mother to help you? Is that what you
Heyond a doubt that was what Miss
Fanny meant. She gave him a white
hot look. "You attend to your own
affairs 1" she whispered fiercely, and
George, dumfounded, returned to
his room for meditation. '
He had lived for years in the same
house with his Aunt Fanny, and it
now appeared that during all those
years he had been thus intimately as
sociating with a total stranger. Never
before had he met the passionate
lady with whom he had just held a
conversation in the hall. So she want
ed to get married! And wanted
George's mother to help her with this
horseless-carriage widower I
"Well, I will be shot !" he muttered
aloud. "I well I certainly will be
shot." And he began to laugh.
Uut presently, at the thought of the
horseless-carriage widower's daugh
ter, his grimness returned, and he re
solved upon a line of conduct for the
evening. He would nod to her care
lessly when he first saw her; and
after that he would notice her no
more: he would not flance with her;
he would not favor her in the cotil
lion he would not go near her J
. . . He descended to dinner upon
the third urgent summons of the col
ored butler, having spent two hours
dressing and rehearsing.
The non. George Amberson was a
congressman who led cotillions the
sort of congressman an Amberson
would be. He did it negligently to
night, yet with infallible dexterity,
now and then glancing humorously at
the spectators, people of his own age.
Georgle had carried out his re
hearsed projects with precision. He
had given Miss Morgan a nod studied
into perfection during his lengthy toi
let before dinner. "Oh, yes, I do
seem to remember that curious little
outsider I" this nod seemed to say.
Thereafter all cognizance of her evap
orated : the curious little outsider was
permitted no further existence worth
the struggle. Nevertheless she flashed
in the corner of his eyes too often.
She seemed to be having a "wonder
An unbearable soreness accumulat
ed In his chest: his dislike of the girl
and her conduct Increased until he
thought of leaving this sickening As
sembly and going home to bed. That
would show her! But Just then he
heard her laughing and decided that
it wouldn't show her. So ho remained.
When the young couples seated
themselves in chairs against the walls
round three sides of the room for the
cotillion George joined a brazen-faced
group clustering about the doorway
youths -with no partners, yet eligible
to be "called out" and favored. He
marked that his uncle placed the In
fernal Kinney and Miss Morgan, as
the leading couple, in the first chairs
at the head of the line upon the lead
er's right; and this disloyalty on the
part of Uncle George was inexcusable,
for in the family circle the nephew
had often expressed his, opinion of
Fred Kinney. In his bitterness George
uttered a significant monosyllable.
The music flourished, whereupon
Mr. Kinney, Miss Morgan and six of
their neighbors rose and waltzed
knowingly. Mr. Ambcrson's whistle
blew; then the eight young people
went to the favor table and were
given toys and trinkets wherewith to
delight the new partners it was now
their privilege to select. '
George strolled with a bored air to
the tropical grove, where eat his eld
ers, and seated himself beside his
Uncle Sydney. Ills mother leaned
across Miss Fanny, raising- her voice
over the music to speak to him. '
"Georgle, nobody will be able to see
you here. You'll not be favored. You
ought to be where you can dance.".
"Don't care to," he returned,
"floret" i y
"Rut you ought" She stopped
and laughed, waving her fan to direct
his attention behind him. "Look
Over your shoulder 1"
He turned and discovered Miss
Lucy Morgan In. the act of offering
him a purple toy balloon.
"1 found youl" she laughed.
George was startled. "Well he
"Would you rather 'sit It outf"
Lucy asked quickly aa he did not
move. "I don't care to dance if
"No," he said, rising. "It would be
better to dance." Ills tone was sol
emn, and solemnly he departed with
her . from the grove. Solemnly he
danced with her.
Four times, with not the slightest
encouragement, she brought him a
favor: four times In succession.
When the fourth came, "Look here!"
said George huskily. "You going to
keep this up all night? What do you
mean by it?"
For an Instant she secerned con
fused. "That's what cotillions are
for, aren't they?" she murmured.
"What do you mean: what they're
"So that a girl can dance with a
person she wants to?"
George's husklness Increased. "Well,
do you mean you you want to dance
with me all the time all evening?"
"Well, this much of it evidently !"
"Is it because you want to even
things op for making me angry I
mean for hurting my feelings on the
With her eyes averted for girls of
nineteen can be as shy as boys,
sometimes she said, "Well you
only got angry because I couldn't
dance the cotillion with you. I I
didn't feel terribly hurt with you for
getting angry about that!"
"Was there any other reason? Did
my telling you .1 liked you have any
thing to do with it?"
She looked up gently and as George
met her eyes something exquisitely
touching yet queerly delightful gave
him n catch In the throat. She looked
Instantly away, and, turning, ran out
from the palm grove, where they
stood, to the dancing floor.
"Come onl" she cried. "Let's
He followed her.
"See here I I " he stammered.
"You mean Do. you "
"No, no" , she Jaughed. "Let's
He put his arm about her almost,
tremulously and they began to waltz)
It was a happy dance for both of
Christmas day Is the children's, but
the holidays are youth's dancing
time. The holidays belong to the
early twenties and the 'teens, home
from school and college. It Is the
liveliest time in life, the happiest of
the irresponsible times in life. Moth
ers echo Is happiness nothing Is
like a' mother who has a son home
from college, except another mother
with a son home from college. Yet
they give up their sons to the daugh
ters of other mothers, and find it
proud rapture enough to-be allowed
to sit and watch.
Thus Isabel watched George and
Lucy dancing as together they danced
away the holidays of that year into
"They seem to get along better than
they did at first, those two children,"
Fanny Minafer said, sitting beside
her at the Sharons dance a week
after the Assembly. "They seemed to
be always having little quarrels of
some sort at first. At least George
. "I Found Youl" She Laughed.
did: he seemed to be continually
pecking at that lovely, dainty little
Lucy, and being cross with her over
'Peeking?' " Isabel laughed. "What
a word to use about Georgle I I think
I never knew a more angelically
amiable disposition in my life!"
Ilss Fanny echoed her slster-in-law'g
laugh, but It was a rueful echo,
and not sweet. "He's amiable to youl"
Rhe said. "That's all the side of Mm
you ever happen to see. And why
wouldn't he be amiable to anybody
that simply fell down and worshiped
Mm every minute of her life? Most
of us wouldl"
"Isn't he worth worshiping? Just
look at him!"
"Oh, I'm not' going to argue with
you alwmt George!" said Miss Fanny.
"I'm fond enough of him, for thai
matter. He can be charming, and he's
certainly stunning looking, if only "
"Let the 'if only' go, dear," Isabel
suggested good-naturedly. "Let's talk
about that dinner you thought I
"I?" Miss Fanny Interrupted quick
ly. "Didn't you want to give it your
self?" "Indeed I did, my dear!" said Isa
bel , heartily. "I only meant that un
less you had proposed It perhaps I
But here Eugene came for her to
dance, and she left the sentence un
completed. Holiday dances can be
happy for youth renewed as well as
for youth In bud and yet It was not
with the air of a rival that Miss
Fanny watched her brother's wife
danlng with the widower. Miss
Fanny's eyes narrowed a little, but
only as If her mind engaged In a hope
ful calculation. She looked pleased.
A few days after George's return
to the university It became evident
that not quite everybody had gazed
with complete benevolence upon the
various young collegians at their
holiday sports. The Sunday edition
of the principal morning paper even
expressed some bitterness under the
heading, "Gilded Youths of the Fini
de-Siecle" this was considered the
knowing phrase of the time, espe
cially for Sunday supplements and
there Is no doubt that from certain
references In this bit of writing some
people drew the conclusion that Mr.
George Amberson Minafer had not
yet got his come-npance, a postpone
ment still Irritating. Undeniably
Funny Mlnafer was one of the people
who drew this conclusion, for she cut
the article out and Inclosed It In a
letter to her nephew, having written
on the border of the clipping, "I won
der whom It can mean!"
George read part of It:
Vve debate sometimes what Is to be the
future of this nation when we think that
in a few years public affairs may be in
the hands of the fln-de-slede gilded
youths we see about us during the Christ
mas holidays. Such foppery, such luxury,
6"Sch insolence was surely never prac
ticed by the scented, overbearing patri
cians of the Palatine, even in Home's
most decadent epoch. With his airs of
young milord, his fast horses, his gold
and silver cigarette cases, his clothes
from a New York tailor, his recklessness
of money showered upon him by indulgent
mothers or doting grandfathers, he re
pnects nothing and nobody. He is blase.
If you please. Watch him at a social
function, how condescendingly he deigns
to select a partner for the popular waltz
or two-step; how carelessly he shoulders
older people out of his way, with what a
blank stare he returns the salutations of
some old acquaintance whom he may
choose In his royal whim to forget!
One wonders what has come over the
new generation. Of such as these the re
public was not made. When we compare
the young manhood of Abraham Lincoln
with the specimens we are now producing
we see too well that It bodes ill for the
George yawned and tossed the clip
ping Into his waste basket, wondering
why his aunt thought such dull non
sense worth the sending. As for her
insinuation, penciled upon the border,
he supposed she meant to Joke a sup
position which neither surprised him
nor altered his lifelong opinion of
He read her letter with more in
. . . The dinner your mother gave for
the Morgans was a lovely affair. It was
last Monday evening, Just ten days after
you left It was appropriate that your
mother, herself an old friend, should as
semble a representative selection of Mr.
Morgan's old friends around him at such
a time. He was in great spirlt3 and most
He will soon begin to build his factory
here for the manufacture of automobiles,
which he says is a term he prefers to
"horseless carriages." Your Undo George
told me he would like to invest in this
factory, as George thinks there Is a fu
ture for automobiles; perhaps not for gen
eral use, but as an interesting novelty,
which people with sufficient means would
like to own for their amusement and the
sake of variety. However, he said Mr.
Morgan laughingly declined Ids effer as
Mr. M. was fully able to finance this ven
ture, though not starting In a very large
way. Your uncle said other people are
manufacturing automobiles In different
parts of the country with success. Your
father Ij not very well, though he Is not
actually ill, and the doctor tells him he
ought not to be so much at his office, as
the long years of application indoors with
no exercise are' beginning to affect him
unfavorably, but I believe your father
would die If he had to give up his work,
which is all that has ever interested him
outside of his ffimlly. I never could un
derstand It. Mr. Morgan took your
mother and me with Lucy to see Mod
Jeska In "Twelfth Night" yesterday eve
ning, and Lucy said she thought the duke
looked rather, like you, only much more
democratic In his manner. Hoping that
you are finding college still as attractive
George read one sentence In this
letter several times. Then he dropped
the missive In his waste basket to
Join the clipping, and strolled down
the corridor of his dormitory to bor
row a copy of "Twelfth Night" Hav
ing secured one he returned to his
study and refreshed Ms memory of
the play but received no enlighten
ment that enabled Mm to comprehend
Lucy's strange remark. However, be
found himself Impelled In the direc
tion of correspondence, and presently
wrote a letter not a reply to his
Dear Lucy: No doubt you will be sur
prised at hearing from me so soon again,
especially as this makes two In answer
to the one received from you since getting
back to the old place. I hear you have
been making comments about me at the
theater, that some actor was more demo
cratic in his manners than I am, which I
do not understand. You know my theory
of life because I explained it to you on
our first drive together, when I told you
I would not talk to everybody about
things I feel like the way I spoke to you
of my theory of life. I believe those who
are able should have a true theory of life,
and I developed my theory of life long,
Well, here I sit smoking my faithful
briar pipe, indulging in the fragrance of
my tabac as I look out on the campus
from my inany-paned window, and things
are different with me from the way they"
were way back in freshman year. I can
see now how boyish in many ways I was
then. I believe what has changed me as
much as anything was my visit home at
the time 1 met you. So I sit here with
my faithful briar and dream the old
dreams over as it were, dreaming of the
waltzes we waltzed together and of that
last night before we parted, and you told
mo the good news you were going to live
there, and I would find my friend waiting
for mo when I get home next summer.
I will be glad my friend will be waiting
for me. I am not capable of friendship
except for the very few, and. looking back
over my life. I remember there were times
when I doubted If I could feel a great
friendship for anybody especially girls.
Here in the old place I do not believe in
being hall-fellow-well-met with every
Tom, Dick and Harry Just because he
happens to be a classmate any more than
I do it home, where I have always been
careful who I was een with, largely on
account of the family, but also because
my disposition ever since my boyhood has
been to encourage real intimacy from but
From several letters from my mother,
and one from Aunt Fanny I hear you are
seeing a good deal of the family since I
left. I hope sometimes you think of the
member who is absent. I got a silver
frame for your rhotograph in New York,
and I keep It on my desk. It Is the only
girl's photograph I ever took the trouble
to have framed, though, as I told you
frankly. I have had any number of other
clrls photograph?, yet all were only pass
ing fancies, and oftentimes I have ques
tioned in years past if I was capable of
much friendship toward the feminine sex,
which I usually found shallow until our
own friendship began. When I look at
your photograph I say to myself. "At
last, at last here 19 one that will not
Friend, this is from your friend,
O. A. M.
George's anticipations were not dis
appointed. When he came home in
June his friend was awaiting him; at
least she was so pleased to see Mm
again that for a few minutes after
their first encounter she was a little
breathless and a great deal glowing,
and quiet withal.
Lucy and her father were living at
the Amberson hotel, while Morgan got
his small machine shops built In n
western outsklrt of the town; and
George grumbled about the shabbt
ness and the old-fashioned look of the
hotel, though it was "still the best In
the place, of course." He remon
strated with his grandfather, declar
ing that the whole Amberson Estate
would be getting "run down and out
at heel If things weren't taken in
hand pretty soon." He urged the
general need of rebuilding, renovat
ing, varnishing and lawsuits. But the
Major, declining to hear him out, in
terrupted querulously, saying that he
had enough to bother hira without any
advice from George; and retired to
his library, going so far as to lock
the door audibly.
"Second childhood!" George mut
tered, shaking his head; and he
thought sadly that the Major had not
long to live. However, this surmise
depressed Mm for only a moment or
so. Of course people couldn't be ex
pected to live forever, and It would
be a good thing to have someone In
charge of the Estate who wouldn't
let It get to looking so rusty that riff
raff dared to make fun of it. For
George had lately undergone the an
noyance of calling upon the Morgans,
In the rather stuffy red velours and
gilt parlor of their apartment at the
hotel, one evening when Mr. Fred
erick Kinney 'also was a caller, and
Mr. Kinney had not been tactful. In
fact, though he adopted a humorous
tone of voice in expressing sympathy
for people who, through the city's
poverty in hotels, were obliged to
stay at the Amberson, Mr. Kinney's
intention was Interpreted by the
other visitor as not at all humorous,
but, on the contrary, personal and of
fensive. George rose abruptly, his fuce the
color of wrath. "Good night, Miss
Morgan. Good night, Mr. Morgan. I
shall ake plensure In calling at some
other time when a more courteous
sort of people may be present."
"Look here!" the hot-headed Fred
burst out. "Don't you try to make me
out a boor, George Mlnafer I I wasn't
hinting anything at you; I simply for
got all about your grandfather own
ing this old building. Ion't you try
to put me In the light of a boor I I
But George walked out In the very
course of his vehement protest, and
It was necessarily left unfinished
Mr. Kinney remained only a few
moments after George's departure;
and ns the door closed upon him the
distressed Lucy turned to her father.
She was plaintively surprised to find
him In a condition of Immoderate
"It brings things vback so!" he
managed to explain. "This very Fred
Kinney's father and young George's
father, Wilbur Mlnafer, used to do
Just such things when they were at
that age and, for that matter, so did
George Amberson and I, and all the
rest of us!" And la spite of his ex
haustion, he began to Imitate: '"Don't
you try to put me In the light of a
boor! 'I shall take pleasure In cull
ing at some time when a more cour
teous sort of people " He was un
able to go on.
"Papa, I think they were shocking.
Weren't they awful!" ,
"Just Just boys!" he moaned, wip
ing his eyes.
But Lucy could not smile at all ; she
was beginning to look indignant. "I
can forgive that poor Fred Kinney,"
she said. "He's just blundering but
George oh, George behaved out
She came and sat upon the arm of
his chair. "Papa, why should George
behave like that?"
"Rather! But why Is he? ne (loos
anything he likes to, without any re
gard for what people think. Theo
J ; . j'
"Good Niflht, Miss Morgan.
why should he mind so furiously wiie'a
the least little thing reflects upon
him, or on anything or anybody con
nected with him?"
Eugene patted hrr hand. "That's
one of the -greatest puzzles of human
vanity, dear; and I don't pretend to
know the nnswer. In all my life the
most arrogant people that I've known
have been the most sensitive. The
people who have done the most in
contempt of other people's opinion,
and who consider themselves the
highest above It have been the most
furious If It went against them. Ar
rogant and domineering people can't
Stand the least, lightest, falntesi
breath of criticism. It Just kills
Tapa do you think George Is ter
ribly arrogant and domineering?" .
"Oh, he's still only a boy," said Eu
gene consolingly. "There's plenty of
flue stuff in him can't help but be,
because he's Isabel Amberson's son."
Lucy stroked his hair, which was
still almost as dark as her own. "You
liked her pretty well once, I guess,
"I do still," he said quietly.
"She's lovely lovely! Papa'
she paused, then continued "I won
der sometimes "
"I wonder Just how she happened
to marry Mr. Mlnafer." . ' .
"Oh, Minafer's all right," said Eu
gene. "He's a quiet sort of man, but
he's a good man and a kind man. He
always was, and those things count."
"I don't think I should have called
George bad tempered," Lucy said
thoughtfully. "No. I don't think h
"Only when he's cross about some
thing?" Morgan suggested, with a
spmblance of sympathetic gravity.
"Yes," she said brightly, not pep.
calving that his Intention was humor
o"s. "All the rest of the time he'a
really very amiable. Of course he's
much more a perfect child the whole
time than he realizes! He certainly
behaved awfully tonight." She
Jumped up, her Indignation returning.
"He did, indeed, and it won't do to en
courage hirn In It. I think he'll. find
me pretty cool for a week or so I"
Whereupon her father suffered a re
ncwal of his attack of uiloarlouj
George continues to grow
up. Signs of clouds on the
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Dot expennTe-41 00 per box and Hold on a trlctly
Hjuuey back guarantee. Made by the
F. H. S. CHEMICAL COMPANY
Products of Merit Owouo, Mich.
W. N. U., DETROIT, NO. 37-1919.
Kememher, girls, that It Is i-usler to
elope than It Is to get back home
Important to all Women
Readers of this Paper
Thousands upon thousands of women
have kidney or bladder trouble and never
Women's complaints often prove to be
nothing else but kidney trouble, or the
result of kidney or bladder diaease.
If the kidneys are not in a healthy con
dition, they may cause the other organs
to become diseased.
You may euffer pain in the back, bead
ache and loss of ambition.
. Poor health makes you nervous, irrita
ble and may be despondent; it makes any
Put hundreds of women claim that Dr.
Kilmer's Bwamp-Root, by restoring
hcalth to the kidneys, proved to be just
the remedy needed to overcome sucb
Many fend for a sample bottle to see
what Swamp-Root, the great kidney,
liver and bladder medicine, will do fot
tbem. J3y encloninn ten cents to Dr.
'Kilmer & Co., Hinghamton, N. Y., you
may receive sample sire bottle by Parcel
Tost. You can purchase medium and
lai-ge size bottles at all druj stores. Adv,
Today Is the best time for a good
, -t lie-l Keep your Eye
Vr ii T j I Stron and Healthy If
4X Ur theyl ire. Smart, Itch, or
lTillft tVCC Purn l S01" Initated.
1U UK L.I C-J Inflamed or Granulated,
tise Murine often. Safe for Infant or Adult.
At all Druztfstx Write for Free Eye Book.