Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1910-12-02

Certainly not. Miss Dangernele
| told me / was to bring you back"
Enthroned at the s~ecretarys desk, {
mass of papers beSre her. Miss Ger
aldine Dangerfield awaited him. HI
was ready to place his head on tnt
block in sheer contrition for his col
duct, but she herself took n in1ua
tive, and her tone was wholly amiable
This morning, Mr.. Ardmore-
"Oh, please forget this morning.
he pleaded.
But I was rude to you; ! threaten
ed to have you thrown out OF the
house; and you had come to do US q
favor. You traded buttermflk foI
moonshine?"
Il shouldn't exactly cal 1t noon
shine. It's more like dynamite fhan
anything else. I've written a reply TO
the note and put it back in the cork,
and nm going to return it to Kildare.
What answer did o a to that
infamous effort to intimidate my IA
ther?" demanded Miss Dangerheld.
81 told the Appleweight gang that
they were a lot of towards, and that
the governor will have them all IN
Jail or hanged within ten days
Splendid. Perfectly splendid! Did
you really say that?"
What else could do? l knew that
that's what the governor would say
he'd have to say it-so | thought Ia
save him the trouble"
Where's the jug now, Mr.. Ard
more?'
"In my room at the hotel. The gang
must have somebody on guard here.
A gentleman who seemed to be one
of them called on me this morning,
demanding the jug; and If he's the
man 1 think he is, he's stolen the little
brown jug from my room in the hotel
by this time"
Miss Dangerfeld had picked up q
spool of red tape and was unwinding
it. They were such nice little hands,
and so peaceful in their aimless
trifling with the tape that he was
sure his eyes had betrayed him into
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quiet drawing-room at the mansion.
This office. now that its atmosphere
enveloped him, was almost as domes-
~ as LII uOuSS Ill oAS A3SSo.
Miss Dangerfield threw down the spool
of tape and bent toward him gravely.
Mr.. Ardmore, can you keep a Sc
cret?"
Nobody ever tried me with one,
but I think I can. Miss Dangerfield,"
he murmured humbly.
Then please stand up"
Ard Ardmore rose, a little sheepish.
Iy, like a schoolboy who fears blame
and praise alike. Miss Dangerfeld
lifted one of the adorable hands sol
EMMY.
II, acting governor OF North Caro-
lima, hereby appoint you my private
secretary, and may God have mercy
on your soul. You may now sit down.
Mr.. Secretary" Il.
But 1 thought there was a secre-
tary already. And besides, I don't
write a very good hand" Ardmore
stammered.
Il am just sending Mr.. Bassford to
Atlanta to find papa. He's already
gone. or will be pretty soon."
But I thought your father would
be home to-ntsht."
Miss Dangerteld IOOked out OF the
open window Spon the park, then into
the silent outer hall, to be sure she
was not overheard.
Papa will not be at home tonight,
or probably tomorrow night, or the
night afterward. I'm not sure we'll
wait next Christmas dinner for papa"
But Of course you know where he
is! It isn't possible and Ardmore
in establishment into Miss Dan
gerfield's tranquil blue eyes.
1T is possible. Papa is ducking his
responsibilities. That's what's
the matter with papa! And ! guess
they're enough to drive any map into
the woods. Just look at AL this!"
Miss Dangerfield rested one of
those diminutive hands of hers on the
pile Of documents. letters and tele-
the secretary had left behind
him; with u nod of the head she in
dictated the governors desk in the in
ner room, and 1t, too, was piled high.
with documents.
II supposed" efaltered Ardmore,
that in the absence of the governor
the lieutenant governor would act. l
think I read that once" -
You must have read it wrong. Mr..
Ardmore. In North Carolina, In the