Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1906-08-15

fnwardness Of last nights roundup.
There will never be seventh"
Loring's eyeglasses fell from his
nose, and he was smiling shrewdly
when he replaced them
There is one small consequence that
doesn't please you, I'm sure You'll
have to bury the Ratchet with Mac
Farlane."
Shall II" flashed Kent, sitting up
as if he had been struck with a whip.
Let me tell you: Marston is going to
call an extra session of the assembly.
There is death vacancy in this dis
trict, and shall be candidate in the
special election. II there is no other
way to get at MacF'erlane, he shall be
impeached!"
HIM: SO you're going into politics?"
You've said it," said Kent, subsid-
ing among the pillows. Now will you
go?"
1t took the general manager a wake
full "a hours to untangle the industrial
snarl which was the receivers legacy
to his successor; and David Kent slept
through the major part of that inter-
val. rising only in time to dress for
dinner On the day following the re-
| trieval Of the Trans Western.
In the grill-room of the Camelot
he came face to face with Ormsby.
| and learned, something to his aston
ishment. that the Breezeland party had
returned to the capital on the first
train in from the west.
Il thought you were going to stay
a month or MORE" he said, with his
| eyes cast down.
SO did l." said Ormsby "But Mrs.
Brentwood cut it short. She's a town
person. and so is Penelope" And 1t
was not until the soup plates had been
removed that he added a question.
Are you going out to see them this
evening, David? You have my royal
permission.
"No'-bluntly.
isn't it up to you to go and give
them chance to jolly you a little? l
think they are all aching to do it.
Mrs. Hepzibah has seen the rising
| stock quotations, and she thinks you
are It."
'No; I can't go there any more, "
said Kent, and his voice was gruffer
| than he meant it to be.
why not?"
There were good reasons before;
there are better ones now
GA 100000 difference?" suggested
| Ormsby, who had had speech with
Loring
Kent flushed dull red
Il sha'n't strike you, Ormsby, no
matter what you say" he said, dog
gedly
| "Humph! There is one difference
between you and Rabbi Balaams bur-
70, David; it could talk sense, and you
can't" was the offensive rejoinder.
Kent changed the subject abruptly.
Say, Ormsby; I'm going into po-
litical office-hunt. There is a death va.
cancy in the house, and mean to have
the nomination and election. 1 don't
need money now, but 1 do need a
friend. Are you with me?"
ooh, sure. Miss Van Brock will an
| swer for that
But l don't want you to do it on
her account; l want you to do it fol
me-"
cts all one" said the club-man.
Kent looked up quickly.
you are right; that is the truest
word you've said tonight" and he
went away, leaving the dessert un-
touched.
| The evening was still young when
Kent reached the house in Alameda
| square. Within the week the weather
hand changed, and the first chill of the
approaching autumn was in the air.
The great square house was lighted
and warmed, and the homelikeness of
| the place appealed to him as it never
had before. To her other gifts, which
were many and diverse, Miss Van
Brock added that of home-making; and
the aftermath of battle is apt to be an
acute longing for peace and quiet, for
domesticity and creature comfoAs.
She was waiting for him when he
entered the comfortable library.
! 81 knew you would come tonight"
she said, cheerfully. 81 gave you n
| day to drive the nail-and, David!
you have driven it well!-another day
to clinch 1t, and a third to recover
from the effects. Have you fully re-
covered?"
| 81 hope so. took the day for 1t, at
all events" he laughed. 81 am just
| out of bed, as you might say"
| 81 can imagine how it took it out of
you," she assented. mot so much the
work, but the anxiety. Night before
last, after Mr.. Loring went away, sat
it out with the telephone, nagging
poor Mr.. Hildreth for news until l
know he wanted to murder me-"
| How much did you get of it?" he
| asked.
He told me all he dared-or perhaps
1t was all he knew-and it made me
feel miserably helpless. The little
could get from the Argus Office was
enough to prove that all your plans
had been changed at the last moment. u
| They were." he admitted; and he
began at the beginning and filled in
| the details for her