The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1913-07-06

at this hour and she didn't know wher
| either Of them would be back from
the capitol Says she'll be in Wash
ington at eight. But. being a woman
or else thinking I'm mind reader. shC
| doesn't say whether itA be eight thi:
| evening or eight tomorrow morning
| I've been looking everywhere, since
| got il. to find Mark and Excuse mel
Ex-Governor Robertson was CROSSING
IT, corridor toward them and Ton
! hurried to meet him with the tele
gram. Robsrtson's cold face. as he
read the dispatch, softeaed in way
that would have amazed his political
foes.
Good" he said emphaticnliy. But
why doesn't she tell whether she
means tonight or ia the morning
Isn't that just like Grace?"
why not call her up on long dis
tance?" suggested Tom III she'll be
here at eight tonight she'll have left
New York long before no~. And II
she isn't coming till morning"
Good idea" assented Robertson
starting for the telephone alcoye
Sometimes you actually show q CLEAN
of human intelligence. Tom. in spite
of the way you've taken to incoming
around lately. I'll"
He stopped short. and the unwonted
look of happiness froze from his face
He and Tom. on their way to the al
cove. were passing the short fight OF
steps that leo down from the outsi
foyer 10 the corridor.
And a man was coming down those
steps. A tall man, whose shoulders
were slightly stopped, whose dark hair
was beginning to grizzle at the, tenn.
pies. whose swarthy and somewhat
heavy face was lined and hardened
by marks that did not seem to have
come from times brush alone.
AT sight of him Robertson halted
His face darkened and his hands In
voluntarily clenched. The newcomer
glanced across and his eye met the
ex-goyernor's lowering gaze; then
passed carelessly on TO Tom.
Good evening. gentlemen" he said
Good evening. Mr. Standish, an
swered Tsm,
Robertson barely returned the 9th.
er's nod. But as Standish made as
though to pass on, he took an impul.
sive step toward the insurgent chief.
Well Standish." he observed
steadying his voice by palpahle Ell
fort into some semblance OF clvility
Il understand the fights on for to
night"
Yes" answered Standish, pausing
as though merely TO wait until the
other should move from his path. IAN
all.night session. probably"
Again, with ned. he started to-
ward the dining room. But once more
Mark Robertson's voice checked him.
Did 1t ever occur to you, Standish,"
demanded Mark, that by opposing the
Mullins bill You are betraying the par
ty that elected you?"
Standish regarded him a moment
with somber eyes from which all per,
sonal emotions seefeed long since to
have been burned away. Then he said
In the heavy measures Voice that had
for years been characteristic OF him:
Did 1t ever occur to you, Robert.
son, that by trying to force the Mul
Inns bill through. you are betfaying
the people who voted for your"
Oh, be sensible!" urged Robertson;
and Tom, who knew his brother-in-law
noted the mighty effort with which the !
attempt at Cancellation was kept up.
We're both politicians There's no
sense In spouting noble sentiments for |
my benefit. Keep them for your par
sons. | was promised the speaker !
ship. And to get 1t away from me you |
turned insurgent. The Mullins bill
tonight's battle--means nothing to you |
but test Of power There's no prin-
ciple involved II you can kill the bill |
lit will prove only you're strong |
to depose our speaker and put |
in his chair. That's your
game. Why pose as a reformer?"
You're quite wrong" said Standish,
with a certain irritating patience Il
haven't any pose. II | had should
not bother to display 1t for your bene.
fit. | am not hypocrite enough to say
don't want every legitimate political
reward can earn. Who doesn't? But
that's not Why Pm fighting this Mullins