White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1927-09-09
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enthusiasm. He was little stag
gered. His smile was what people
usually termed infectious.
II had to introduce myself" he re-
turned, because nobody else would"
"Exactly what was the necessity?"
she demanded.
II wanted to apologize for nearly
running you down on the drive this
afternoon" She was not making 1t
easy.
'I'm afraid you exaggerate," she
said calmly. II was standing on a
rock fully two feet above the road
level when you turned the corner so
recklessly." His face fell. She could
not help smiling a little "But, of
course, if you really do want to apollo
gize for being so careless ,"
II do" he said earnestly.
"Then you must apologize to your
parents. They were in real danger
and was not
"I'm most careful driver" he said.
"Ask my mother What happened to-
day never happened to me BEFORE"
"What was that?" There was a
trace of smile which passed over her
face, and was gone.
II saw that eyes could really be VIC
let" he answered. He looked into
them admiringly. II forgot every
thing"
''You should lose your license" she
said severely. But there was no doubt
that she smiled as she turned away
with slight bow.
She was more used to verbal fenc-
ing than he had imagined. On the
whole, he decided he had behaved
very stupidity. This was no brow
beaten dependent thirsting for kind
words. Robins evening was spoiled.
John McKimber was puzzled con-
corning Paul Raxon. He had known
Of Raxon for years, but he had never
met him nor believed very much in his
influence. McKimber had thought of
him as younger man who would look
up to him as one having long ago won
his spurs. McKimber had come here
sure that victory would be his in the
struggle.
He was uneasily aware that Raxon
was not easy to impress The younger
mans knowledge of politics and poll
ticians seemed uncanny. He was
without reverence for the dead or re-
spect for the living Once or twice
McKimber believed his host was laugh
ing at him. 1t would not be advisable
to start any serious discussions until
the two were on more friendly terms.
Raxon's would not be the first polit-
zeal aspirations that McKimber had
nipped in the bud. That was the duty
of all sound machine politicians or
popular government might creep in
and destroy the machinery. Raxon
would see he was wrong to imperil his
party because of his new born ambi-
lions. For almost a generation now
John McKimber had been the main
stay of his party in his own section
of the state. If honors were to be
awarded it was to him they should
come. Raxon would probably see it
in that light. If he did not there
would be summoned the big men who
must be obeyed.
Raxon had two big rooms for him
self in tower from which an unin-
terrupted view of the sound could be.
enjoyed. One of the rooms was
library deep-paneled and splendid.
The other was his bedroom and bath.
To this retreat none came but the
servants. Here he dreamed of power
and planned the new life. None could
overhear what he would say to Nc
Kimber when~the hour came to which
he had long looked forward. There
would be no tinkling telephones to
interrupt. He chuckled as he thought
of McKfmber. He knew the manu-
facturer for an honest if stubborn
man, who had long been regarded as
a valued party prop. Well, the Nc
Kimber who would come to this talk
would not be the man who went down
the tower stairs
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