Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-08-17

OF those who regain equanimity in ex-
act proportion as an opponent loses It
"You needn't let the boys record
trouble you," he averred. tits as
clean as a hounds tooth. That is one
Of the things Pm banking on, David
I'm going to have that young fellow
fighting on our side before we're
through"
At this the gray eyes under the pent-
house brows famed fiercely, and the
senator took the two strides needful to
place him before the man in the chair.
Don't you do that, McVickar. T
give you fair warning!' he said, his
deep toned voice rumbling like the
bur Of grinding wheels. There's only
n way you could do it
The vice president stood up and put
on his hat. and you'll take precious
good are that l don't get a chance to
try that way, you We're going to say.
All right, David. You tell me to do
my worst, and I'll hand that back to
you too. You do the same, and Wen
see who comes out ahead"
~ q SoIlS ANS hllhulS lulCl 1CAI
the vice president had made his leisure
ly way down to the lobby. The cleo
trio lights blazed out. and the great
gathering place was beginning to take
on it's evening air of stir and activity.
Mr.. McVickar pushed his way to the
desk, and a row Of lately arrived guests
waited when he asked his question.
S\Vhnr.n will 7 no rpnct 1ilya1r tN find
Mr.. Evan Blount at this time Of day?"
was the question he wished to have an
swered, and the obliging clerk made
the line wait still longer while he sum
moned a bellboy and sent him scurry-
ing across to one Of the writing tables.
"This is Mr.. Evan Blount," he said
to the railroad magnate, indicating the
young man who came up with the bell
boy. "Mr. Blount, this is MI. Hard
wick McNickar, first vice president Of
the Tra~nscontinental Railway COM
pany."
There was no trace of the recent bat
tie in Mr.. McNickar's voice or manner
when he turned and shook hands cor
daily with the son of the man who
had de1ed him.
Your father and | were Just holding
u little conference over your future
prospects, Mr.. Blount," he said, going
straight to his point. Suppose you
come down to the car with me for q
little private talk on the legal situa-
ton. I'm not sure but we shall wish
to retain you in q cause that is COM
ing up in September. Gantry tells me
that you are pretty we'll up in corpora
ton law. Can you spare me a half
hour or SOP
Evan Blount glanced at his watch.
Patricia had told him that she and her
father would dine in the cafe at Z
and that there would be room at their
table for him and for his father, if
the ex-senator would SO far honor a
poor college professor. There was al
hour to spare, and if the vice president
Of the Transcontinental company were
not the king he was at least a great
man whose invitation was in some
sense a command.
1t was at the precise m when
the butterfly doors of the lobby en-
trance were winging to their closing
behind Mr.. McVickar and his quarry
that the house telephone called the
registry clerk. A sad faced tourist
who was waiting, pen in hand, for his
room assignment heard only the an
Swer to the question which came over
The wires from one of the upper floors.
mo, senator" the clerk was saying;
che has just this moment gone out
with Mr.. McVickar. Could 1 over
take him? III try. But 1 don't know
where they We're going. I'll send a
boy right away, though"
fro NE