The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1913-08-19

can't classify EN- any more than voT /
can classify a nest of hornets that |
you happen to step into. Hell's full OF |
women Sos Heaven, / guess. But |
neither class got to either place by
following any proposition in general
Tell me-" he demanded, his philosoph.
ical mood changing in flash to one
of almost savage intentness, lis this
girl the sort who can help you in get.
ting where want to put your"
How can tell? You've never told
me just where you intended to put
me-"
Then I'll tell you now There's no
real need in your sailing any farther
under sealed orders. I've made you a
pretty fair lawyer. You'll have one
more term as assistant district attor.
ney. Then one as district attorney.
Then as attorney-general. After that
term or two in the cabinet-just to
get the run of things"
There's only one thing left" said
Tom. almost in awe, as his father hes
itated.
"Yes?" replied Blake grimly. We'll,
maybe that won't be left when we get
through. Now you can see why the
girl must be of good family and have
social position and breeding and all
that kind of thing. Those are the
things I'm shy on. And my children
must make it up for me. This girl
you want to marry-can she help you
Can you take her with you-right VI
to the White House?"
81 don't know" returned Tom
"You see, I've never thought of her al
a political asset. Happiness means 6
good deal more to me than position
I've already told her so. L"
Told her SO? Then-then, you'v'
asked her to marry your
She's refused me-so far"
"Well!" grinned Blake. vastly re
lieved. That's far enough, l guess
b Don't go overplaying your luck"
Pm going to stick at it till l wi
l. out!" declared Tom. And I'm"
mo, no! Don't do crazy thing lik
l. that, son." pleaded Blake. Take you
g medicine like man. Don't keep o
e Fostering the poor girl. By the wa.
Y you haven't told me who she is"
4 she's" faltered Tom; then, tai
y ing the plunge, he blurted out: "she
70 Miss Kelly"
q "Kelly?" repeated Blake, Mystic
II Eyes. Wanda Kelly, the phone o
ie orator downstairs"
"What?" exploded Blake.
IN Then he collapsed in the neare
We chair and stared in blank helplessne
at his son.
WELL" demanded Tom, instantly
e' the defensive.
ry "Its-its a bum Joke" growl
; Blake. Maybe it'd go better with t
- banjo. Stop guying me, boy, and t
II me who the girl really is"
VI 81 told you," repeated Tim. IS
70, Is Wanda Kelly"
III There was a dead pause. Blake
'u' last broke it.
pa There's about forty-five mill
'0' women in the United States" he m
Ia tered dazedly. land out of that VIII
~ lot. you had to go and-and fall in Il
N with"
ant whats your objection?" brist
tuI Tom. you don't even know her, "
nat 81 don't, hey?" retorted Blake.
we Then, checking the impulse to
40 his son the story of his verbal
with Wanda, he added:
ten Maybe | don't. But l know
al kind. She's after a rich mans
ON She's an easy-mark hunter. And 81
found one all right, all right"
nat That's absurd. You don't know
70 absurd or not" snapped Blake, :
heq got to stop short! I'm not going
let you throw yourself away on a
rbe like that If it comes to a show-do
tho I'll withdraw my support from
nm And then what can you do? Hey?
acL swer me that. Here I've given
anv the softest snap there is-a big sal
for loafing around an office
700 hours a week. How much could