Evening star., 1909-05-28
CHAPTER II-Continued.

"You' were talking about Mr.. Standish.
Is he going to vote for you?"
LAS | lent his bank 500. 600 last year
when 1t was shaky from a run, 1 guess he
is Not that he's overgrateful But his
banks in a bad way again ne's Hble
to need me-"
so you are going 10 discount his future
gratitude?''
Just so. He needs me. AM need
him. Not only for today, put for plan
I've been tIinkin' over"
Il wish I could help you with him.
I've met his daughter, Lefty, once or
twice. They say she's engaged to Mr..
Caine Mrs. Hawarden tells me they've
been il love with EACH other ever since
she stopped playing with dolls. / should
| have hated to give up dolls Just in ex-
change for Mr.. caine. Are there any
more governors?"
"A few. None that you know. I must
be off Now remember, YOU aren't to
worry It's all right. wouldn't pother
10 keep in the club if 1T was like most
places of that kind. But 1t isn't me
Arareek's an institootion IN Hrani,et IL IL
dies days an times like that the big
people always show up It's good thing
to belong Besides. feller gets lois OF
new experience by joinin' a country club;
lonesomeness was till went to few OF
their ladies' days an field days. I might
as we'll a been on a desert island.
'You poor boy, It's burning shame!
"Oh it ain't always goin' to be Ike
| that. Don't be sorry about it. III whip
| 'em into shape before I'm DONE"
broke in on his boast Beginning with
| faint. barely audible trill. it rose in a
glorious piercing crescendo Of melody
| hung, vibrated, scaled a whole octave,
| then ceased as abruptly as it had begun
Caleb turned toward the window be-
| tween whose curtains swung a cage. The
occupant a ball of golden fun. barred
with gray-green. hoped self-importantly
from perch to perch. nervously delighted
with the mans scrutiny.
.Hello! said .Conover. "When'd YOU
get that? / never saw him before:
He came yesterday" explained Desi-
rec. Isn't he little darling: JACK
Hawarden sent him to me-"
THAT kid? You don't mean to say he's
stuck on you. too? Why he's barely
twenty-one, an he cant earn his own
livin'."
"Its real pleasure. Caleb. to hear
your fulsome praise of the men l happen
to know. First Mr.. Blacarda, and
now
That's what's called sarcasm amt
rile you. l guess young Hawarden's all
right-as far's college let him learn to
be- What's the birds name? Or don't
birds have names?
why? Had you thought OF. one for
him? How would 'Steeloid' do?''
Caleb's grin of genuine delight at the
suggestion made her add quickly with
more tact than truth:
II wish I'd thought of that before. How
silly of me not to. For, you see mes
already named now
"Oh, he is, hey?" said the discounted
Conover who named him? Hawar-
den?"
mo. Billy and I. His names siegfried
Mickey
What a crazy name for "a
"Yes, isn't it? That's why / like it so
Billy wanted to call him Mickey after
the bulldog he. used to have And
wanted to call him Siegfried So we COM
promised on Siegfried Mickey. He's a
dear He knows his name already. Don't
you. Siegfried Mickey?'
| The bird, thus adjured. maintained
| severely noncommital dumbneSs.
See triumphed Desiree, Silence
gives assent He's a heavenly little sing
er. Why, only this morning. he sang
nearly all the first bar Of The Death Of
| Ase'"
1.-The Death of Ase.' In the Peer Gynt
suite. you know"
"oh yes! OF course. sure.' mumbed
Caleb hastily. Il was thinking of some
other feller's suite. An he sang that
Wasn't he, though? And he'd only
heard me play it once"
Pretty hard thing to sing. too sup
plemented Caleb. wisely.
Caleb Conover," she rebuked in cold
admonition, look at me! No, in the eyes!
There! Now, how often have I told you
not to make believe? ~ treat me just
as il was a child. Why do you pretend
| to know about The Death Of Ase,' you
dear old simple hupbug? Don't You
know / ALWAYS find you out when
you
Il diin't want you to think l wasn't
up on the things that intrest you, girl =
| he pleaded ITS rotten to feel YOU We
got to talk down to me every time You
! speak about music or litterchoOr or those
| things. An-Lord. but do hate to let on
when / don't understand things
! You understand more of the real
/ things-the things that are worth while
| than any other man alive" she protested.
NOW say good-by and run on. or you'll
be late. Don't forget TO stop on the way
| back and let me know whether the lions
eat Daniel Or if Daniel"
| Fats the lions: l. don't know who
Dan'i was, but this amt goin' to be that
! kind of a show. It'll. just be a. sheep
KILN contest. An l never was puilt~ to
i play the alloorin role of sheep: So you
/ can i1gger OUT who'll be killer an who:
! get the job OF killec."
CHAPTER III.
! Caleb Conover Fights.
GRANTEES social life revolved abou; the