The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-06-22

don't sm0ke-don't keep yachts or
horses, don't keep wo-" he stopped In
his oft-repeated formula - he remem-
1ered Katherine's presence. don't
6eep horses. 20 ! must do something,
- was saying to Mrs. Slade today
I don't want TO bother my neighbors,
% III build high chimneys, 20 the
smoke won't trouble you much. I'm
going into the glue business. That il.
OF course" and he paused and sur
veyed the group about him with q COM
,placent elevation of his eyebrows.
that is. unless you gentlemen can
keep me busy in some other way. I'm
a very active man."
Katherine leaned forward with tense
expression. to see how the mans OPP
ponents would take his game. The
senator was smiling, Merritt tapping
his foot restlessly.
well, boys, it looks as though he
had us-strong?' Strickland broke the
silence. Glue! Whew!"
Are we going to be had?" demanded
Merritt, testify, "are we going to stand
for this holdup?" and he turned dis
gustedly toward the door.
Don't you think we'd better keep
Mr.. Slade busy In some other way"
Strickland repeated.
Il don't" Merritt flung back over
his shoulder as he left the room, fol-
lowed. as usual, by Hunt.
Merritt's hasty departure was the
signal for Katherine to adjust her
wraps and remark: I'VE must be late
for Tristan"
Hayes followed her. Il must see you
alone, Katherine. You're still free
there's no foreigner on the scene, Is
there, Katherine?"
Bob" Katherine's voice was sweet
but firm. II don't think / shall ever
marry now"
"Oh. nonsense" he protested.
mo-" even more positively. THE
more I see of men-but what's the
use? There never was. but one man
] could have got on with, and I didn't
happen to live in his time"
Who was the boy?" Hayes asked,
lightly.
Strange" Katherine replied, PEN
sively, I've just been talking about
hjm-Napoleon Bonaparte."
/ 'Oh, Lord-that fellow" Hayes was
much relieved. Can I have tomor-
row EVENING""
Yes-if you-yes-tomorrow eve
ming, Bob"
Her voice fingered bit on the Bob.
and with quick impulsiveness Hayes
caught her hand and kissed 1t.
In another minute she had turned
to Slade.
"Oh. Mr.. Slade, won't you let me
make head of your"
- "A head of met" Slade repeated in
surprise
Think 1t over" Katherine sug-
gested, as she and her father went out,
leaving Hayes and Slade watching her
proud, graceful figure until 1t disap-
peared from view.
Slade looked critically at Hayes for
. moment or two after the girl had
gone.
"Oh, now / remember" he suddenly
exclaimed. You're the chap she gave
up for Paris a long time ago?"
when she was twenty-one and
was twenty-four and six feet one inch
Of q western lawyer, just out Of the
woods. How does Mrs. Slade take to
this governorship business?" he fin
ished. abruptly.
She doesn't take to It" Shades
xpice was hard.
II was afraid she wouldn't"
We'll, nobody's going to stand in
my way" A malignant light showed
In his eyes.
MY boy. I'm out to win"
In spite of the fact that he was In
full evening attire, he thrust his hands
into his pockets and almost etrutted
about the room. II outgeneraled that
crowd here tonight BY God, / did!
Do you know" He paused In his
walk and looked down on Hayes six
feet sprawled over one Of the brocaded
chairs-"there's just q little drop of
that fellow-Napoleop Bonaparte-in
met
Napoleon Bonaparte got on by
leaving q woman behind" Hayes re-
turned. seriously. refusing to enter into
SHADES spirit Of self-satisfied good
humor.
You mind your own d-n business,
Bob" Slade turned on him. suddenly.
All right-I'm on to the opera. /
&niy meant that Napoleon was q bad
boy for you to follow, because he
treated his first wife like q dirty dish
rAE. That's why I'm glad that second
little Austrian hussy paid him back.
That's all. ! love Mrs. Slade. When
was sick with fever In your mining
camp she was Q mother to me-"
Don't forget that / made you"
Slade reminded him. e." and he
tapped his chest. Il gave you your
chance"
Il don't. All the same I'd hate to
oee you elected. because Of Mrs. Slade.
It seems to be the regular thing, be-
coming universal. for q very success
1ul man to leave home the minute he's