The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1911-10-21

Il sYes," n PAU gaspeu ana went me-
another gale Of laughter.
well, pack up. You and I are 60.
ing to New York on the $50. I guess
this state can get along without your
highly valuable services for few
days"
Behold then tho tough boss. clad
cap-a-pie 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'n do" he nodded. "Who tied
that necktie?'
"rhat. was beyond me-" Bob con.
fessed. "but 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
dutter Of whtsperings 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 BobT" she queried
smilingly.
"Guiltyv'
I'VE must change the sobriquet," she
said brightly. I'VE 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 cartoonist from
the governors home city.
"Mr. Langton, you must take Mr.. Nc
Adoo in charge for awhile. Then l
think we ought to get acquainted,
Mr.. McAdoo."
Bob turned away with the cartoon
list. "Well. what do you think of it?'
Langton inquired. with 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 1t, though? never miss It. I
come for new material and never fail
to lind it. enjoy it, too. better than
anything I've had since I 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 CON-
ment1ng mercilessly upon II. Bob was
highly amused. He shared Langton's
viewpoint. he knew the STUFF the
average state legislator is made of.
He had made few legislators him.
self.
"An told" Langton concluded,
"about as warm a combination Of rot
tenness and 1ncompetency as we have
ever had. I wonder that ,Dunmeade
consented to it. I can account for it
only on the theory that. Murchel Is
trying to disgust the people to pave
the way for some Of the governors
pet reforms unless that is too Machia-
vellian even for MurchellT'
"'You know Murchen as well az I
do" Bob answered noncommittally.
'They say there is one promising
member, though-young Remington.
He's your man, believe They say
he has caught Mrs. Dunmeade's eye.
That augurs well for his success-un-
less you interfere. They say he's q
coming man. What do you Think"
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. DunmeadeT'
'They say" Bob quoted dryly. that
next to Murchell she is the cleverest
politician in the state"
''Next to Murchell! Man, she wraps
Murcheu 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 CON-
ing our way now
speaking Of angels" he addressed
her with a low bow, II 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 enec-
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"
"Look out, McAdoo." Langton laugh
ed. For If Mrs. Dunmeade wants
anything from you, you might as well
Amitate Davy Crockett's coon.'
With another bow he left them and
made his way across the room. She
led the way into large. old fashioned
room, furnished In black oak. Upon
the walls hung the portraits Of the
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