Lower coast gazette., 1913-10-11

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c3ht classify EN- aIy nors than so,
a Classify a nest OF hornets tina,
you happen to step into. Hell's full O
women. Sos Heaven. I guess. Blu
neither class got to either place b,
following any proposition In general.
Tell me-" he demanded. his philosoph
ical mood changing In o fash to one
of almost savage intentness. rs thi,
girl the sort who can help you in get
ting where ! want to put your
How can l tell? You've never told
me just where you intended to put
me-"
Then III tell you now. There's nc
real need in your sailing any farther
under sealed orders. I've made you
pretty fair lawyer. You'll have one
more term as assistant district attor.
ney. Then one as district attorney
Then as encouragement. After that
a 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. well,
maybe that won't be left when we get
through. Now you can e 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 copyright ur
to the White House,"
Il don't know" returned Tom.
"You see, I've never thought Of her as
a political asset. Happiness means a
good deal more to me than position.
I've already told her so. +"
Told her SO? Then-then, you've
asked her to marry you?"
She's refused me-so far"
WELL" grinned Blake, vastly re-
lieyed. That's far enough. l guess.
Don't 60 ov~erplaying your luck"
I'm going to stick at it till l win
OUT" declared Tom. "And I'm"
mo. no! Don't Go a crazy thing like
that, son." pleaded Blake. Take your
medicine like a man. Don't keep on
Fostering the poor girl. By tn, way.
you haven't told me who she IT,"
She's" faltered Tom: then, TAX
ing the plunge. he blurted out: "she's
Miss Kelly"
"Kelly?" repeated Blake, mystided.
Yes. Wanda Kelly. the phone OPP
orator downstairs"
"What?" exploded Blake.
Then he collapsed In the, nearest
chair and stared In blank h%elplessness
at his Son.
Well" demanded Tom. instantly on
tho defensive.
"N's-it's q bum joke" growied
Blake. Maybe it'd go better with the
banjo. Stop guying me. boy, and tell
me who the girl really Is"
II told you." repeated Tim. "She
is Wanda Kelly"
There was a dead pause. Blake at
last broke It.
There's about forty-lve million
women in the United States." he NUT.
tered dazedly, "and out Of that whole
lot, you had to go and-and fall In love
with"
What's your cb1ection?" bristled
Tom. "You don't even know her, yet"
Il don't, hey?" Tetorted Blake.
Then. checking the impulse to tell
his son the story Of his verbal tilt
with Wanda, he added:
Maybe ] dent. But I know her
kind. She's after a rich mans son.
She's an easy-mark hunter. And she's
found one all right, all right"
That's absurd. You don't know"
absurd or not" snapped Blake. "it,s
got to stop short! I'm not going to
let you throw yourself away on a girl
like that. If 1t comes to q showdown,
I'll withdraw my support from you.
And then what can you do? Hey? An.
swer me that. Here I've given you
the softest snap there is-a big salary
for loaflng around an Office a few
hours o week. How much could you