The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-04-30

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happen to have the figures. When do
you pull out for the campT
Tonight at $50. I can't get there
IN time If I wait for the morning
train" Then. dismissing the political
topic abruptly, what do you hear
from Professor Annersp
"Oh, he's having the time Of his life.
got him a state permit and scrapDed
him mp q bunch OF pick and shovel
men, and he4s digging out those fossil
skeletons by the wagon load"
and Miss Annersr' pursued Patri-
cia's lover.
"T shouldn't wonder If she was hay
ing the time Of her life too. I've CIV
en- her the little four seated car to call
hes own while she is out here, and she
and Honoria go careertng around the
country, breaking the speed limit ev-
cry minute In the day, I suppose"
I'm glad you are giving her good
time" said Evan, and he looked glad.
Then he added regretfully: II wish I
could get a chance to chase around
little with them. have seen almost
nothing of them since they came west.
should think Mrs. Blount might bring
Patricia down to the city once In
awhile"
Perhaps the young woman doesn't
want to come" laughed the senator.
''You told me you hadn't got her tag,
son, and I'm beginning to believe 1t.
What has she got against you, any
wayT
Nothing, save that I don't at into
her scheme for her life work.
Its too bad you're going out Of
town tonight, son. Honoria phoned me
a little spell ago that she and Patricia
would be driving down after dinner to
take in the Weatherford reception.
You'll miss 'em, won't your
isn't that just my internal luckr'
lamented Evan; then, "Give them my
love and tell them I hope they will
stay until 1 get back"
The senator rose and gripped the
hand Of Ieavetaking. Shall 1 say that
to both of 'emT he asked, with the
quizzical smile which Evan was learn
ing to expect.
Eyes, to both of them, If you Ike,
only I suppose Mrs. Blount will hold
1t against me. Good night and good
by. I'll be Ielck day after tomorrow if
the Ophir miners don't mob me-"
1t was only a few minutes after
Evan Blount's train had steamed
Ophirward out of the Sierra avenue
station that a dust covered touring car
drew up at the curb in front Of the In
ter-Mountain and the porter who had
put Blount's hand bag into the taxicab
opened the tonneau door for two ladies
in muff1ing dust coats and heavy wells.
The senator met the two late travel
ers in the vestibule, and while the
three were waiting for an elevator a
rapid fire Of low toned question and
answer passed between husband and
wife.
you got Evan out of the way?"
The husband nodded. THAT was
easy. I passed the word to Steuch-
field, and he helped out on that-in-
vited Evan to come to Ophir to speak
in joint debate. He left on the night
mail"
"And Hathaway-will he be here"
''He is here. Gantry has turned him
| down, according to instructions, and
he is clawing about in the air, trying
to get a fresh hold. I blufred him
| told him he'd have to make his peace
with you for something. didn't know
what, before I could talk to him"
Miss Anners was watching the ele-
vator lights glow and darken as the
car descended, and the wife's voice
sank to a whisper.
"He will be at the Weatherfords'
she inquired eagerly.
"He IS sure to be. I told him you
would be there
The small plotter nodded approval.
"Give US half an hour to dress and
have the car ready" she directed, and
then the senator put the two into the
elevator and turned away to finish his
cigar.