The Irish standard., 1910-03-12

expressed his real sentiments; neither
would anybody else ever be elected
If he said beforehand what he really
believed"
THAT must have been the reason
got defeated for alderman on the re-
form ticket. I told 'em 1 was for
turning the rascals out"
"That was very stupid of you.
You've got to get the rascals to elect
you first; then II you're tired Of Of
f1ce and don't need them any more
you bounce them. But that's political
practice; It's theory we've got to
work out now. The newspapers are
a lot OF bother. spent all yesterday
evening talking to reporters. They
came to the house to ask where papa
was and when he would be home!"
What did you tell them?"
Il didn't tell them anything. sent
out for two other girls and we all Just
talked to them and kept talking, and
gave them lemon sherbet and ginger
cookies; and Eve Hungerford played
the banjo. But what were you doing,
Mr.. Ardmore, that you didn't come
around to help? It seems to me YOU
don't appreciate the responsibilities
of being secretary to governor"
L was afraid you might scold mo
II l did. And besides I was glued to
the long distance telephone all even
ing, talking to my manager at Ards
ley. He read me my letters and lot
OF tefegrams that annoyed me very
much. I wish you wouldn't be so
hard on me, for have trifl1ng trou-
bles Of my own"
Il didn't suppose you ever had trou-
bles; you certainly don't act as
though you ever had"
mo one who has never been broth
er-in-law to duke has the slightest
idea of what trouble isl
1--WE seen the duke of Ballywinkle's
picture in the papers and he looks
very attractive"
well, if you'd ever seen him eat
celery you'd change your mind. He's
going down to Ardsley to visit me;
for sheer nerve must say my rela-
lions beat the world. I got my place
over here in North Carolina iust to
get away from them, and now nv sis.
ter-not the duchess, but Mrs. Atch-
ison-is coming down there with a
lot Of girls and Ballywinkle has at.
tached himself to the party. They'll
pass through here to-day, and they'll
expect to find me at Ardsley"
He had opened an atlas and was
porting over it with magnlfyins
glass.
Its positively funny" he muir
INJURED, laughing little to himself,
but I know something about this
country over here. Here's Ardsley, in
the far corner of Dilwell county, and
here's Kildare"
Eyes; understand maps. Dilwell
Is green, and there's the state line
and that ugly watery sort of yellow
is Mingo county, South Carolina, and
Turner Court House is the county
seat Of it. Those little black marks
are hills on the border, and It's RICH.
there that these Appleweight people
live, and dance on the state line as
though it were skipping rope"
That's exactly it. Now what we
want to do is to arrest Appleweight
and put him in jail in South Carolina,
which relieves the governor of North
Carolina, your honored father, of ali
embarrassment"
She snatched the paper-cutter and
took possession of the map for mo-
ment, then pointed, with a happy lit
tie laugh.
'Why, that will be only too easy.
You see there's Azbell county, where
the militia is encamped, just three
counties away from Dilwell, and If we
needed the soldiers it wouldn't hurt
the troops to march that far, would
it,"
Hurt them, nothing" exclaimed
Ardmore. 1T will be good for them.
You have to give orders to the adju.
tant general, and, being engaged ~
him, he would be afraid not to obey
your orders, even if you told him to
go in balloons"
well, of course, I'd send him an
off1cial order; and If he was disobedi-
ent could break our engagement"
1t would have interested Ardmore
to know the total of Miss Danger
fields engagements, but the time did
not seem propitious for such inquir-
les; and, moreover, his awe of her
as young person Of great determine.
ton and force of character increased.
well, there's the map, and there's
that insulting telegram; what are you
going to do about it," asked Jerry.
She seemed to be honestly inviting
suggestions, and the very thought Of
this affected him like wine. He de-
liberated for several minutes, while
she watched him. A delicious country
quiet lay upon the old statehouse; in
the tranquil park outside the birds
whistled their high disdain of law and
precedent.
"A governor" he began, rs always
a dignified person who doesn't bother
his head about little things like this
unless everybody else has gone to
sleep. Now, who's the chief Of police
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