El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-09-20

! Bob, at least, coolly unconscious Of the
futter Of whisperings and holdings
/ that followed their entrance.
"I'm glad to meet you under the
white flag, McAdoo," the governor said
heartily. II want you to meet my
wife. Katherine, this is Mr.. McAdoo."
Bob did not miss the quick glance Of
approval she cast over his correctly
attired figure; nor did he. after that
glance, regret the pains he had taken
in the matter Of his clothes. Surely
not Knockout BobY" she queried
smilingly.
"Guiltyr'
eve must change the sobriquet," she
said brightly. eve shall leave that to
Mr.. Langton here"
She introduced Bob to a short, stout
young man who looked out on the
world through thick lensed eyeglasses.
Langton was a famous cartOonist from
the governors home city.
''AIr. Langton, you must take Mr.. Nc
AdOO in charge for awhile. Then
think We ought to get acquainted.
Mr.. McAdOo."
Bob turned away with the cartoon
ist well, what do you think Of it7'
Langton inquired, with a wave Of his
hand indicating the motley assem-
blage Of verdant senators and pro
NOTED ward heelers who stood about
in awkward groups vainly trying to
adjust themselves to the propriety Of
the occasion.
"Sort Of funny, isn't it7'
'Isn't It, thought I never miss it.
come for new material and never fail
TO find it. I enjoy It, too, better than
anything I've had since sat In the
gallery and saw the meIOdrama."
So Langton ratified on In caustic
phrase, with the cartoonist's eye pick
ing out the eccentricity in the person
atty OF every solon present and com
menting mercilessly upon it Bob was
highly amused He shared Langton's
viewpoint. He knew the stuff the
average state legislator is made Of.
He had made a few legislators him
self.
"An told" Langton concluded.
about as warm a combination Of rot
tenness and incOmpetency as we have
ever had I wonder that Dunmeade
consented to it 1 can account for It
only on the theory that Murcheu is
trying to disgust the people to pave
the way for some Of the governors
pet reforms unless that is TOO Machia-
valIfon avan Fo7 RT7TrobalI95
you know Murchen as well as I
do Bob answered noncommittally.
'aThey say there is one promising
member, thOugh-young Remington.
Hes your man, I believe. They say
he has caught Mrs. Dunmeade's eye.
That augurs well for his success-un-
less you interfere. They say he's a
coming man. What do you thinkT7
Bob calmly ignored the question.
'I don't envy the reporter sent to in
terview this chap" LangtOn said to
himself, and aloud. What do you
think Of Mrs. DunmeadeP'
They say" Bob quoted dryly, that
next to Murchell she is the cleverest
politician In the state.
Next to 8IurcbelIl Man, she wraps
Murchel around her little finger, just
as she does the governor. She has
made Dunmeade-that is, she has
toned down his impracticable ideals
with hard common sense. She is coD-
ing our way now"
Speaking OF angels" he addressed
her with a low bow. 81 was Just say
ing, Mrs. Dunmeade. that you are the
most charming woman IN the state"
Come now" she chided him laugh
ingly, that is too gross to be efec-
tive. Go over to that corner and break
up Mr. Remington's monopoly Of our
few pretty girls. want to talk to
Mr.. McAdOO alone"
Look out. McAdoo." Langton laugh
ed. For If Mrs Dunmeade wants
anything from you. you might as well
initiate Davy Crockett's COON"
With another bow he left them and
made his way across the room. She
led the way into a large. old fashioned
room, furnished in black oak. Upon
the walls hung the portraits OF the
governors predecessors In Office.
'YOu may smoke" Mrs. Dunmeade
volunteered. 81 think you win ind
cigars In that box. Only our most
distinguished guests are introduced
here. Isn't It a beautiful old room? I
love 1t, but John calls It the grave
yard OF futile ambitions So many
men have come here. thinking to estab-
fish their names, only to find them
selves helpless puppets"
They sat in silence broken only by
the murmuring Of the fire. After
awhile he became aware that she was
looking at him intently. he turned !
toward her quickly.
"YOu caught me. didn't your sba
laughed q was trying to unearth |
the real McAdoo."
and what did you discover
She shook her head. 81 can't tell |
Jet" she answered gravely, then she !
added abruptly, "Mr. McAdoo, VIII /
you tell me what you think OF my
hTTuhund