Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-12-18

mand OF all the 1ntrfcacies or social
grace and charm. Her wide, full eyes
met his with an engaging, frank curl
osity to see this new factor in the po-
litical world. Her gown was tri-
umph of soft, shimmering silk and
alluring chiffon-a gown that empha-
sized the charm of her proud, statu-
esque figure. She was the sort of
woman that makes man glow with
pride to present as his wife or daugh-
ter She was all that Mary Slade was
not.
Slade stood looking at her, fasci-
mated, forgetting for the moment the
man she was with, remembering moth
ing but the magnetic personality of
the woman whose reputation for do
ing big things in a big way was al
ready known to nina woman whose
eyes meeting his gave back fash for
flash and understanding for under
standing.
Almost mechanically Slade found
himself acknowledging Senator Strick-
lands formal presentation of his
daughter. Hesitatingly he offered his
hand, which the girl, perfectly at
ease, grasped with a cordial, sympa-
thetic pressure. Her eyes were look
ing critically into his, much as If she
were trying to read him through and
through and take his measure for fu-
ture use.
Her easy, graceful acceptance OF the
situation, her thoughtful inquiry for
Mrs. SHADES health, prompted by we'll
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Gus interest, and the cultured modula-
ton of her splendid voice, charmed
him as no woman had ever done be-
fore.
There was nothing of the shy, retir-
ing ingenue in Katherine Strickland's
makeup. She was a woman of splen-
did physique and wonderful mental de-
velopment Her appeal to a man was
that of a dominant intellect as much
as of a lovely woman. She immedi-
ately impressed Slade as being keen
witted, strong-minded and clever. His
admiration displayed itself in his shin
ing eyes and his unusually affable, at
tentive manner.
} Suddenly he found himself compar-
, ing his own little old-fashioned wife
} with this handsome, self-possessed
woman before him. What wife Kath-
! crime Strickland would be for the gov
ernor of a stated What picture she
{ would make presiding at the head of
+ a millionaire's dinner tablesl How
) wonderfully such a woman would
adorn the richly furnished rooms of
r his newly built mansion! Instead of
t the work-worn fingers of his wife, con-
= tinuously fumbling with darning
3 threads, he saw, in a mental vision,
this woman's lovely hands constantly
3 engaged in unwinding the threads of
E problematic political tangles. Here
4 was woman who would be a mans
3 wife and comrade-the very antithesis
y of the household drudge his own wife
5 was content to be- with no interest
I outside of the four walls of her home
r and no desire for anything bigger in
life than the daily routine of break.
J. fast, dinner and supper. washing on
: Monday, ironing on Tuesday, and SO
D on to the end of the week-week after
a week In the same deadly rut. Here
+ was a woman who would "go along
! with a man"-possibly step ahead
4 blazing the way for new and greater
glories and recognizing no limit.
I Slade brought his reflections to a
! sudden halt as he remembered the
girls father.
k why. what has happened to you
I senator? Your face looks different
3 than it did this afternoon"
r Her fault" replied the senator
] ...t4A -
r dicating his daughter "She made me
s cut nay beard this way. It's French
/ Katherine laughed a delightful
a throaty little laugh.
= Nonsense, father" she protested
g "Of course, / like the West, but ]
v don't believe in being absolutely typ
i ical l was Mortified when / got bach
a and found you so blatantly the typi
r cal, much-cartooned Westerner."
'Mr. Slade," resumed Strickland. "a
e few influential men from different
d parts Of our state are having meet
+ ing in town tomorrow, and want you
q to meet them. I'm arranging a little
d impromptu dinner. and thought Kath
e crime might be able to persuade Mrs
a Slade and yourself to join u.s."
D "Oh, father, tell the truth" Kath
= crime interrupted. These gentlemen
want to meet you, Mr.. Slade. | hear
b we're to expect great things of you
/ You see. I've been mixed up in poll
y tics all my life, and do love to have
z a hand in them"
"She'd run for president II they'd
d let her." teased her father.
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d brazenly. I've got politics in my
3 blood. and home doesn't seem like
home unless politics are being brewet
l. In our dining-room. So you'll botl
= come, won't you-you and Mrs. Slade.
,. Slsde was stammering his accept
It ance when Strickland interrupted xb
d ruptly.
How'd you like to be governor
slsde7"
Slade threw back his head with {
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