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"We'll show 'em," boasted Judge Middleton, who with Colonel Crutcher had driven about town in his buggy, delivering invitations. "First, we'll stop at the Buck place and ask Judith. We can't have a party without our Cinderella." Judith had returned from her peddling trip, and was busily engaged in preparing the motormen's supper, when her old admirers arrived.

"Well, you'd look better than most even if you did," put in Colonel Crutcher, "but you needn't be coming the Flora McFlimsey on us. Don't we see you running around here in a blue dress all the time? And if that ain't good enough I bet you've got a white muslin somewhere with a blue sash and maybe a blue hair ribbon." Judith laughed.

Those who had come merely to look on sought the chairs ranged against the wall; others who wanted to dance were eagerly arranging for partners if they were men, while the fair sex assumed a supreme indifference. Colonel Crutcher busied himself giving out dancing cards and seeing that the young people were introduced. The first sensation of the evening was the entrance of Miss Ann Peyton.

The music took possession of her and she swayed and rocked to its beat and cut pigeon wings with Colonel Crutcher, much to the delight of that veteran. She smiled at Miss Ann and Miss Ann smiled at her as Pete Barnes called, "Ladies change." They squeezed hands as they passed and Judith whispered, "Isn't it lovely?" and Miss Ann murmured, "Lovely!"

Noting the indisposition of the men to talk to him, and rightly interpreting their contemptuous silence, Crutcher drew from his pocket a wallet full of greenbacks. Taking out as many one dollar bills as there were hackmen, he threw them on the platform and said, "I am a gentleman, myself. Money talks these days. Help yourselves, gentlemen." The men did not look at the money.

He and Big Josh are scouring the country for her, after having burnt up all the telephone wires in the county trying to locate her." "It's true," chuckled Colonel Crutcher. "My granddaughter says Mildred Bucknor is raising a rumpus because her father is saying he can't go abroad until Cousin Ann is found.

"The women oughter have looked after the gal long ago, and now we men folks will take it on us. What'll we call the ball?" asked Mr. Barnes, ignoring the Major's thrust. "Call it a dayboo party, but jes' don't say whose it is," suggested Colonel Crutcher.

Judith, all unconscious of having attracted attention, shook hands gaily with the old men and all but kissed them in her joy, and promised to dance with every one of them and immediately had her card filled with trembly-looking autographs. "Won't you dance, Mrs. Buck?" suggested Colonel Crutcher, but Mrs.

He also scowled at the young woman whose utter disdain of him had cut him to the quick. "I will get even with the pair of them, if it takes me the balance of my life," said Leroy Crutcher to the group of hackmen, after Bud Harper and the young woman had driven away.

'Well, what did you do about it? 'Nothing particular. Oh yes; I did. I wrote down the address of one or two. Emma Sinfield, Maude Frick, Annie Crutcher, and Mary Garstin. Which shall I have, Anne which name do you like best? 'Emma Sinfield, I think, or if she doesn't do, I rather fancy Garstin. Where does Emma live? 'In the Cromwell Road. We ought to go and ask for her character today.