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Pardriff, however, had thought the matter of sufficient interest personally to attend the trial, and for the journey he made use of a piece of green cardboard which he habitually carried in his pocket. The editor of the Bradford Champion did not have to use his yellow cardboard, yet his columns may be searched in vain for the event.
This article obtained circulation in Ripton, although it was not copied into the Record out of deference to the feelings of the Honourable Hilary Vane. In addition to the personal regard Mr. Pardriff professed to have for the Honourable Hilary, it maybe well to remember that Austen's father was, among other, things, chairman of the State Committee. Mr. Tom Gaylord roared with laughter.
Ill-natured people said that the matter in his paper might possibly be accounted for by the gratitude of the candidates, and the fact that Mr. Pardriff and his wife and his maid-servant and his hired man travelled on pink mileage books, which could only be had for love not money. On the other hand, reputable witnesses had had it often from Mr.
Arriving in the hot main street of Ripton, her sharp eyes descried the Record sign over the drug store, and in an astonishingly short time she was in the empty office. Mr. Pardriff was at dinner. It was the account of Austen Vane's difficulty with Mr. Blodgett.
This was done pretty slick, wasn't it? Hilary got back from New York day before yesterday, and Pardriff has the editorial to-day. Say, I always told you Pardriff wasn't a reformer, didn't I?" Mr. Crewe looked pained. "I prefer to believe the best of people until I know the worst," he said. "I did not think Mr. Pardriff capable of ingratitude." What Mr. Crewe meant by this remark is enigmatical.
"And some of 'em might, by accident, vote the Republican ticket," Mr. Pardriff retorted, narrowing his eyes a little. Mr. Crewe evidently thought this a negligible suggestion, for he did not reply to it, but presently asked for the political news in Ripton. "Well," said Mr. Pardriff, "you know they tried to get Austen Vane to run for State senator, don't you?"
Victoria, who had long ago discovered the secret of the Honey Dew, knew that he was rolling it under his tongue and thinking her father a fool for his indulgence. "How do you do, Mr. Vane?" she said; "Austen's coming home, isn't he?" She had got this by feminine arts out of Mr. Paul Pardriff, to whom she had not confided the fact of her possession of the clipping.
More meetings followed, at the rate of four a week, in county after county. Crewe did not lack for a sponsor. Paul Pardriff, Ripton. Sent post free, on application, to voters and others. The burden of the valley of vision: woe to the Honourable Adam B. Hunt! Where is he all this time?
It seems that a biography was to be printed a biography which would, undoubtedly, be in great demand; the biography of a public benefactor, illustrated with original photographs and views in the country. Mr. Tooting and Mr. Pardriff both being men of the world, some exceeding plain talk ensued between them, and when two such minds unite, a way out is sure to be found.
Pardriff that he was a reformer, and not at all in sympathy with certain practices which undoubtedly existed. Some years before to be exact, the year Austen Vane left the law school Mr. Pardriff had proposed to exchange the Ripton Record with the editor of the Pepper County Plainsman in afar Western State. The exchange was effected, and Mr.
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