The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-26
PART TWO.


The room made pretense of being
what is called a parlor; it endeav-
ored to be as comfortable as a
livingroom; it did not quite succeed
in either. The congressman thought
the impossible had been bravely at
tempted by Mrs. Wallace. The cham
ber seemed to him brave and pa
thetic-more brave and pathetic than
it was in truth. He had a touch
of emotion. Poor old Wallace! Wa
lace indeed needed awakening. He
needed relief, and Fanshawe was
here to offer it to him because,
though he had not seen his friend
for twenty years, he had reached
stage in life when he had counted
his real friends and found them
few. He had thought of Wallace as
an addition to the list of three. 1t
had given him JOY. Wallace, by
George, would be a friend always.
Wallace was that kind.
Il said when We were coming
up the steps that | wanted to be
a little more concrete said Fan
Shave, letting his words step on
the heels of his thoughts And
frank, 100, but | did not hunt you
out because | wanted to tell YOU
that you are throwing yourself
away"
The congressman paused, as if TO
see what the other had to say to
this.
Il understand" returned Wallace.
He indicated by a motion of his
large, muscular hands that Fanshawe
might say what he liked
Great Scott" exclaimed the lat
ter quickly. look at this Look
where you live. Wallace, my good
fellow, you're growing old poor. and
what have you to show for it? A
wife and three babies and four huh
dred dollars worth of furniture
That's what government service has
done for you. Pooh, I'm the kind
of man that talks straight out, and
let me tell you what spells success
for us fellers today-dollars! He
was interrupted by "a violent fit of
coughing. What we want is money
and a house that people will look
at-a rip-snorting house. They'll say
Wallace lives there Win they say,
Wallace is a good fellow or Wallace
is an authority on torrents who is
connected with the Department OF
Commerce and the INTERIOR No,
sir. They'll say, 'Wallace-very sue.
cessful-he's made money, That's
what they'll say. They'll say you've
got two motor cars and your daugh-
ter had what-you-may-caIl 'em-a
coming out this winter-swell bust
ness!' He pounded his chair arm
softly and dropped his voice to
whisper like a stump-speaker about
to create an impression. Dollars!
dollars. dollars!" said he.
Wallace pretended that he was
not much affected by this philos-
ophy. He stared at what might have
been an open fireplace had it not
been a space covered with conven-
tional green cartridge-paper beneath
the machne-made mantelpiece. And
yet at last he nodded solemnly.
You know it's true" exclaimed
Fanshawe explosively, "and I'm a
man of plain words. Nothing ought
to keep you back. No, sir" He hes
itated a moment for the purpose of
showing hesitation. Then he fired at
what he supposed was the bulls
eye. mot even your Wife" he said
Wallace looked up quickly He
wore an expression which the con-
gresham could not interpret but
fearing TO be misunderstood, the
latter enlarged his meaning. WON
en- don't know what a mans game
is," he explained. Your wife don't
know how important it is for you to
get out now-its late enough al
ready-and hustle-play the big
game"
"Oh, she would like the dollars"
replied Wallace, standing up. The
corners of his large mouth fell a
little She works TOO hard" he said
as if meditating aloud. 81 ought 20
fix it SOS | could give her more
SOS there'd he a relief
Exactly" said Fanshawe hastily.
Exactly. And here is what / hid
to say to you. You know me. I'm
at the top in my part of the coun-
try have a controlling interest
at the present day in the Myodate
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