The Alaska citizen., 1911-07-17
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 They came oHr ct the house to- gether. Edna TillughaSt and Jim Warren - Edna slim and graceful in her short walking skirt. heavily boo.cd. heavily gloycd. with tho glory Of her hair hidden beneath d saucy tam-o.shautcr They came out of the house together int. a win CT sunshine. There Was tang of salt in the air swept in nom the sea which -pumcd on the rocks and hosterous, playful wind which painted Edna's cheeks the cylor of a rose and whipped her skirts about her.
 (Which shall il be-" she asked al the end of the Ing drive. "Oyer the hills ol along he beach,"
 If you leave il to me answered Jim Warren. "i say the beach. | like the ocean A hill can only stand majestically still and look i'm posing. bu' the ocean can kick up a deuce Of a row il il has q mind
 Do l understand from that yau like a deuce yf a row. as you call it?" Edna asked laughing.
 We grow 10 like what were used to-
 You are used to rows?'
 I've spent twelve years of my life in a blow factory. And now I'm in pulitics!" He grinned. II mean that I'd like Niagara Falls mole 'han would Gibraltar. for the sole req son that one moves and he other doesn't"
 Il think understand You like energy Tor energy's sake. l should imagine you would" She gave him sideIong glance "I,u're that type of man
 They walked on ir silence for a long way. their feet clunching rhyth- mically in the gravel of the beach. Finally Jim Warren paused to throw a stone into the tumblng surf She watched it until a spurt of water far out marked the spot where il fell. Then again they walked on.
 IFS very curious that you and l should meet again; isn't it?" he remarked idly.
 Cautiously? Not particularly. Why?'
 He didn't say: he didn't know. bfduudllN lutlt WAS Sl'dllIS over him the spell of yesterday - that strange, quiet content that he was coming to associate with her Con- yersation seemed utterly useless. She, too. seemed to feel the mystic charm of silence When she did speak it was mtlely because it seemed rec essay 10 say something.
 Do you intend to make - a profession of politics.
 Well. l should hate 10 have peO- pie call me a professional politician he said. I'm in il 10 stay, if that's what you mean. I'm ambitious, you know"
 Naturally. What is your ambi- tiJn?"
 Fl haven't the fantest idea yet, be- yond - teyOnd certain things He looked down at her gravely. "l don't know where I'll stop"
 Well, the next step up Wculd be the state senate, wouldn't it?' She smiled State Senator Warren it would sound very imposing and son orous."
 "Ie-eS," Jim agreed.
 Then Congressman Warren! Then
  States Senator Warren. Then - ;
 Just minute, please. This rapid promotion is making me dizzy"
 The girl laughed. With the laugh passed that singular mCodiness which she had felt stealing upon her.
 ''I consider myself rather an apt pupil in this political game,' he re marked, his eyes, grown whimsical again, fixed on her face. 'I hope to cut out some of the intermediate rungs of the ladder. In other words, it is my modest intention to climb the political stairs two steps at a time"
 Well, please don't get the gover norship bee in your bonnet. Papa wants that
 Jim Warren looked at her quickly with narrowed eyes; the remark was innocent of meaning.
 Isn't it queer" she went on mus ingly, how the pursuit of an ambi ton makes one oblivious to every thing else? Ambition, after all, is a lust for power, and power is what We all seek-isn't it? Papa wants to be governor - he will be the next gov