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Election times are exciting enough even in the city. But there the excitement dies down in business hours. In Mariposa there aren't any business hours and the excitement goes on all the time. Mr. Smith had carried the Convention before him. There had been a feeble attempt to put up Nivens.

You'll see our ads in all the theater programs and Sunday papers. That's what brings in the " "But see here," breaks in Ham, "how the merry dingbats would you use me in a beauty parlor? I'm just curious." Nivens pulls that flickery smile of his again. "That wasn't exactly what I had in mind, sir," says he.

He ain't at all bashful about acceptin' the invitation, nor our starin' at him don't seem to get him a bit fussed. In fact, he's about the coolest appearin' member of our little trio. Maybe some of that is due to the dead white of his face and the black hair smoothed back so slick. A cucumbery sort of person, Nivens.

"Wouldn't it be better, sir, if I explained privately?" suggests Nivens, glancin' at me. "Oh, him!" says Adams. "Never mind him." "Very well, sir," says Nivens. "I wanted to know if you were able to raise any cash. I haven't mentioned it before, but there's a matter of fifteen months' wages between us, sir, and " "Yes, yes, I know," cuts in Ham. "But yon understand my circumstances.

"I suppose I should have said so before. As a valet you're a wonder. You've got a lot of sense, too. So why insist now on my doing the impossible? You know very well I can't lay my hands on a dollar." "But there's your friend Mr. Ellins," says Nivens. Ham Adams looks over at me. "I say," says he, "won't Bob stand for more than a hundred? Are you sure?"

Nivens has come to know her, in some way; through his cousin Mabel, I suppose. Knows her quite well. She telephones him here. I I don't like it. It's not playing square with her for him to Well, you see what I mean. She doesn't know who he was." "Uh-huh," says I. "But I'm not sure just what I ought to do," says he. "If you're callin' on me for a hunch," says I, "say so." "Why, yes," says he.

And at another time he asked whether if a feller advertised for some of these incurables a feller could get enough of them to make a showing. I know for a fact that he got Nivens, the lawyer, to draw up a document that was to give an acre of banana land in Cuba to every idiot in Missinaba county. But still, what's the use of talking of what Jeff meant to do? Nobody knows or cares about it now.

That will come in time." "I'm afraid I shall have to ask for a settlement very soon, sir," says Nivens. "Eh?" gasps Adams. "Why, see here, Nivens; you've been with me for five six years, isn't it?" "Going on seven, sir," says Nivens. "And during all that time," suggests Ham, "I've paid you thousands of dollars." "I've tried to earn it all, sir," says Nivens. "So you have," admits Ham.

"Eh?" gasps Ham. "That is, of course, if you've nothing better to do, sir," says Nivens, quiet and soothin'. "You'd soon pick it up, sir, my tastes being quite similar. For instance the bath ready at nine; fruit, coffee, toast, and eggs at nine-fifteen, with the morning papers and the mail laid out. Then at " "See here, my man," breaks in Adams, breathin' hard.

Judge Pepperleigh spoke and said that there was no need to dwell on the victory that they had achieved, because it was history; there was no occasion to speak of what part he himself had played, within the limits of his official position, because what he had done was henceforth a matter of history; and Nivens, the lawyer, said that he would only say just a few words, because anything that he might have done was now history; later generations, he said, might read it but it was not for him to speak of it, because it belonged now to the history of the country.