The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-09-22

there's going to be something doing see?'
 B1ount sprang from his chair and forgot to be polite.
 You needn't come to me the day after tomorrow or any other tfme," he ragged. I'm through with you and your tribe. Get outr'
 After Gryson had gone, muttering threats and curses, the young cam- paign manager had an attack of moral nausea. It seemed such a huge waste of time and energy to traffic and chaf- fer with these petty scoundrels4 Thus far every phase of the actual political problem seemed to be meanly degrad- ing, and he was beginning to long keenly for an opportunity to do some really worthy thing.
 Notwithstanding hds ideals were still unshaken. He still chung to the belief that the corporation, which was ,creat- ed by the law and could exist only under the protection of the law, must of necessity Be a law abiding entity. It was unfair to hold 1t responsible for the disrep1table political methods of those whom it could never completely control.
 It was on the day of Gryson's visit, As it chanced, that Blount was given his first opportunity of entering the wider field. A letter from one of the party cI1a3rmen in a distant mining town brought an invitation of the kind he had been waiting for. He was asked to participate in Joint debate at the campaign opening in the town in question, and he was so glad of the chance that he instantly wired his &C., ceptance
 That evening at the cafe4 dinner at the Inter- Mountain he found his father waiting for him and in a burst of confidence told him of the invitation.
 That's good" was the senator's even toned comment. "Gives you lit tie chance to shine the way you can shine best, doesn't tT' Then, tsThat was one of the things McN1ckar want ed you for, wasn't it?''
 ''Why, yes. He 1nt1mated that there might be some public speaking" ad- mitted the younger man.
 Well, what all are you going to tell these Ophir fellows when you get over there, son?' asked the veteran quiz zically. 'tGoing to offer 'em all free passes anywhere they want to go if they'll promise to vote for the railroad candidates ?''
 ''Not this year," was the laughing reply. "As I told you a week or so ago we've stopped all that"
 'McVickar has told you 1t was stop pedT'
 The newly hedged political manager tried to be strictly truthful.
 'I have had but one interview with MT. McV1ckar, but in that he gave me to understand that my recommenda- tions would be given. due considera- tion, and I have said my say pretty emphattcally.'
 The senator's smile was not derisive. It was merely 1enient.
 ''Sat on lem good and hard, did you? That's right, son. Never be afraid to say what you mean and to say 1t straight. Don't forget that when you're making your appeal te- the horny handed sons of toll over at Ophir Give 'em straight facts and back up the facts with hgures-if you happen to have the figures. When do you pull out for the carnpF'
 Tonight at 9:3O. can't get there in time if I wait for the morning train-'' Then, dismissing the political topic abruptly. What do you hear from Professor Anners?'
 ''Oh, he's having the time of his life. I got him state permit and scrapped him up a bunch of pick and shovel men, and he is digging out those fossil skeletons by the wagon load"
 "And Miss Anners?' pursued Patri- cia's lover.
 'I shouldn't wonder if she was hay ing the time of her life too. I've giv- en her the little four seated car to call her own while she is out here, and she and Honoria go careering around the country, breaking the speed limit ev- cry minute in the day, suppose
 ''Fm glad you are giving her good time,'' said Evan, and he looked glad. 1 Then he added regretful1y: "I wish I l could get chance to chase around little with them. I have seen almost l nothing of them since they came west. | should think Mrs. B1ount might bring Patricia down to the city once in awhile"
 Perhaps the young woman doesn't | want to come" laughed the senator. ''You told me you hadn't got her tag, son, and I'm beginning to believe it. l What has she got against you, any wayF'
 Nothing, save that don't it into her scheme for her life work.
 s'It's teo bad you're going out of | town tonight, son. Honoria phoned me | a little spell ago that she and Patricia | would be driving down after dinner to take in the Weatherford reception. You'II miss 'em. won't your
 ''Isn't that just my internal Iuckr' lamented Evan; then, Give them my love and tell them I hope they will stay until I get back.''
 The senator rose and gripped the hand of IeavetaK1ng. Shall I say that ! to both of 'em2' he asked, with the quizzicaI smile which Evan was learn ing to expect.
 ''Yes, to both of them, if you like, only I suppose Mrs. Blount will hold 1t against me. Good night and good by. I'll be back day after tomorrow if