The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-19
II RUSSELL MILLER


100>o IL N-S~@ 49,
ed an invitation to the governors re,
ception, an early event in each ses'
sion Of the legislature. He carried II
20 the capral with him when he went
thither apd showed it to Remington.
&Yes, I know" said the latter.
"What are you going to do about It'll"
/ &C.," Bob answered laconically.
"Whurroor', Remington shouted. 81
: thought this was out of your line"
And he gave vent to paroxysm OF
laughter.
! Funny, isn't itT' Bob growled, a
faint twinkle nevertheless in his eyes.
"Say, Paul, where's the best place to
get clothes-New York;
Eyes," Paul gasped and went into
another gale Of laughter.
"Well, pack up. You and I are 60
ing to New York on the $50. guess
this state can get along without your
highly valuable services for a few
days.
Behold then the tough" boss, clad
capable as fashion DEGREES for even
ing AFFAIRS" When he appeared in
Remington's apartment the night of
the governors reception the young
man surveyed him with critical ap-
prevail.
"You'll- do" he nodded. .Who tied
that necktie?"
"That was beyond me-" Bob; con-
fessed, "but a little of Uncle Sans
currency secured the expert services Of
the head waiter"
| McAdoo and Remington crossed the
governors drawing room together,
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 nag, McAdoo;" the governor said
heartily IT 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. "SureIy
not Knockout Bob?" she queried
smilingly.
"Guiltyw
1--WE must change the sobriquet," she
said brightly. "We 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 famous cafto6nist from
'the governors home city.
"Mr. 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
list "Welf, what do you think Of it?'
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 it?"
| "Isn't it, though? never miss It. +
come for new material and never fail
to lind It. enjoy it, too, better than
anything I've had since sat In the
gallery and saw the melodrama."
| 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 q 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 Dnnmeade
consented to 1t. 1 can account for it
only on the theory that Murchen is
1 trying to disgust the people to pave
the way for some of the governors
pet reforms unless that ia too Maehia-
vellian even for Murchellf"
You know Murchell as well a.
d." Bob answered noncommittally.
| |They say there Is one promising
member, though-young Remington.
He's your man. I believe. They say
he has caught Mrs. Dunmeades eye.
That augurs well for his success-un-
less you interfere. They say he's q
coming man. What do you think7"
Bob calmly ignored the question.
| II don't envy the reporter sent to in
terview this chap" Langton said to
himself, and aloud, What do you
think Of Mrs. Dunmeade?"
'They say" Bob quoted dryly, "that
next to Murchell she is the cleverest
politician in the state"
'Next to Murchell! Man, she wraps
Murchell 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 COM
ing our way now" =
Speaking of angels" he addressed
her with a low bow, Il 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 effec-
tive. Go over to that corner and break
up Mr.. Remington's monopoly of our
few pretty girls. I want to talk to
Mr.. McAdoo alone"
! %+cok out. McAdoo." Langton laugh
ed. "For IL Mrs. Dunmeade wants
anything from you, you might as well
mitate Davy Crockett's COON"
/ With another bow he left them and