The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1930-01-30
The Man From
Georgia
By RUBY DOUGLAS
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
(Copyrightl

w that he take both his wife and
daughter to the big political conven-
ton, the daughter, at least, was far
from thrilled at the idea.
Slut, father" she began, trying to
seem appreciative and yet unable to
hide her real lack Of interest, won't
we be a great nuisance to you In the
city ?, Mother, of course. might not be,
but what can you possibly do with
me?"
Her father laughed. He was a
delegate from his district as much be-
cause of the quality Of that laugh as
because of his political strength. E
"Never you mind what I'll do with
you, son." he said. He had always
called her "son" because he had ex-
pected her to be son.
So Clarice had waited and now she
was seeing" There was no dele
gate, spectator, guard or newspaper
reporter more absorbed in the daily
sessions of the national convention
than was this Western girl.
"If you and your mother would
like to go on home," her father had
begun one morning while things were
apparently hopeless as to progress In
nominating.
Homer" cried C1arice. "Why, ia
ther-nothing would drag me away
until our man Is nominated. l never
was so excited in my life. wouldn't
have missed it for worlds. Dear old
daddy, you do know what I'd like
better than know myself"
81 know one thing that perhaps you
think l don't know, son." he said,
pointedly.
Clarice bIushed "Yes?"
Her father nodded. Il know that
the young man delegate from Georgia
has not lost much time in trying to
affiliate with certain members at
tached to the Iowa delegation"
"Oh-Mr. Macdonald? We have
seen a good deal of him, haven't WEI"
Clarice asked naively.
Clarice became so excited at the
balloting that night in the great con-
vention hall when the deadlock finally
broke and it looked as If perhaps a
nomination might be made, that she
was wonderfully beautiful. Her
cheeks were burning with enthusiasm !;
her eyes sparkled; her very being was
radiant with JOY at the prospective
success of their favored candidate.
Her seat was next to the seats al
lotted to the Georgia delegation and
George Macdonald always made it
point to get the chair next to hers.
Tonight he watched her with so much
wonder in his eyes that he almost
forgot that they were at very i'm
portant moment in the convention.
For the young Southerner had fallen
completely in love with Clarice Cum
mings of Iowa. He was sure that no
one more beautiful ever lived, and he
chaffed under the restraint Of conven-
ton that had kept him from telling
her so.
Suddenly, in the midst Of cheering
and deafening noises, music, shouting
and waving Of banners for the candi-
date who had at last won nomination,
Clarice sank back in her chair.
Macdonald of Georgia was soon to
notice this!
"What is it. Miss CummingsT" he
asked anxiously.
Clarice tried to regain her normal
attitude. "Oh-I-it just occurred to
me what-what it all MEANS" she said
ambigously.
'You mean" No one could hear
them.
81 mean-we must go home-now,"
said Clarice.
The man looked at her. What could
she mean? Could it be possible that
that it mattered to her that she would
have to be separated from him?
1t was her father. speaking to them,
that really reused Clarice. "Come
over to the hotel when you can get
out. Won't you join us?" to the young
Georgian.
81 should think / would" said Mac
donald quickly.
And while all the others were hav-
ing supper and talking Of candidates
and conventions, Clarice and the men,
Der from Georgia had sought the iron
balcony at the hotels
,"Is 1t too soon for me to tell you
that you are the most beautiful girl
have ever looked at and that love
you?"
Clarice did not answer. II realize
that l should wait-that l should
write to you and come to see you and
WOO you as you deserve to be wooed,
butt must tell you first that I love
you. Do you-care?"
Clarice nodded. 'Yes-I care a
whole lot. That is why II hated to
think Of going home"
And after that they talked until
Clarice was called In!
"Father. the delegate from Geor-
gia would like to have the floor for a
moment" said Clarice as they stood
by the door to say goodnight.
"He is out of order tonight. The
meeting has adjourned" said her ia
ther laughing.
But he listened, none the less, and
If he regretted that he had brought
his only daughter to the convention
with him, he was sport enough not
to tell her so. Her happiness was his.
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