The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-25

lace There was Il glisten in his
eyes. And I'm here to do what
can to help you-to wake up"
Wallace laughed His oyercoat
hung on a hook fastened into the
woodwork: he reached for it.
"Fanshawe," said he, 1--WE don't
live very well, outcome home to
dinner with me-" Some Of his youth
came back into the voice. Take
pot-luck with us. Come on"
The new congressman thought a
moment, as if he were debating
whether or not, having the appetite
of an aifluent bachelor, he should
risk an excursion into the house
hold of married person with
meager salary.
"Tll he delighted" he said sud
denly and kindly-as if there had
been no hesitation, Il want to talk
to you"
He looked around the office with
its sombre walls, pictures of irri-
cation projects, and colored prints
furnished by railroad and steamship
companies in weathered oak frames;
he glanced at the threadbare red
carpet and at the file cabinet with
a corner of blue print protrud-
ing from the upper drawer.
This is a dingy old building, eh?'
he remarked, starting toward the
door. "And the elevator squeaks. 1t
would crate on me all right-that
out-of-date, old elevator"
'It CRATES on me occasionally
said Wallace, long afterwards, as
they stepped out of the building into
the fog.
"What?" said Fanshawe, who now
was endeavoring to follow the 9th
er's longlegged stride.
The elevator
"Oh, the old elevator?-sure,' |
The congressman, used to the dry |
air of his Western State, turned |
up the collar of his overcoat. For
time, as the two travelled the |
buster avenue with its blurred |
lights and its postoffice clock, which |
was vainly endeavoring to transmit
the time of day through the mist,
as far as the Treasury Building.
Fanshawe puffed his breath into the
damp air and occasionally looked
up toward the man beside him. He
wondered, perhaps, what manner OF
enslavement kept this other with
all his learning, skill, and origi-
nallty in an overcoat which showed
wear at the sleeves. When they
approached street corners he could
see the shiny places at the elbows
and cuffs.
Huh" he said finally. You GER
tainly are a fool. You cant go any
higher here in Washington. As far
as your particular function and place
in the service goes you're at the
top? And what is the top? | repeat
why don't you get out?'
Il will" replied Wallace. Some
day, of course, / will. | suppose |
ought to do it now"
Fanshawe shifted.
when / came here the engineer
explained, lit was just for expe-
rience-a part Of my training. Then
| developed this interest in the
relation of the forests to water
power and industry. | want to see
these plans of mine put through"
And" added Fanshawe. you'll
wonder when you've finished why
the newspapers will give all the
credit 10 some politician with
breath that smells of cloves, and
forget to mention your name at all
Wallace laughed. How did you
know that" he in7u-red ironically.
L found it out twelve years ago.
But you've only been in Washing
ton for a month or two"
He increased the rapidity of his
stride.
"Oh, it will happen in your case,
anyway" said Fanshawe. disregard
ing the sarcasm of the other man
You are not the noisy kind Quiet
and good-natured. What does your