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If you dare to say so you'll be called on to have some very serious conversation with my father's daughter!" "I don't want any differences with your father or with you, Miss Presson," he declared, earnestly. "I honestly don't! It all seems to be a mighty mixed-up mess. I sometimes wish I'd stayed back home in the woods. I'm too little a fellow to be in such a big game.
What does he say to you, on the side?" "You'd better get General Waymouth's plans from himself, Mr. Presson." "I'm not asking you to betray anything. But he's got a policy, of course. I only want to know it, so that I can grab in with him. But I can't figure anything, so far." "I thought he made himself pretty plain last night." "He made himself plain, I'll admit that.
Even Niles was silent, bringing up the rear of the retreat, pumped dry of invective. "You'll be up against Dudley, there, at the polls, running on an independent ticket. He's sure to do it!" went on Presson, watching them out of sight. "You don't know the district," said Thornton, serenely. "And what's more important, I've got almost three months to meet that possibility in.
Men were bellowing and yelping, and standing on settees. The counties were holding simultaneous caucuses for the purpose of selecting, each its vice-president of convention, its State committeeman, and member of the Committee on Resolutions the resolutions then reposing in the breast-pocket of the Hon. Luke Presson.
I don't think it's necessary for me to say any more than that!" His face was hard, his tone accusing. "I tell you, you have no right to mention Miss Presson to me!" cried the other. "I'm taking it on myself, and I'm giving you a chance by doing it," retorted Linton. "The story is bad enough now. But you'll be drummed out of this State if you insult an innocent girl in the way you plan to do."
Do you understand?" "I understand this: I know what I'm talking about and exactly why I've come here, and you're going to listen. Miss Presson has accepted your escort to the ball to-morrow evening. Don't you know, Thornton, why you can't take Madeleine Presson into public, this whole State looking on? I hate to say any more than that.
"Your grandson seems to be as much in love with the woods as ever," commented Presson. "But I shouldn't think you'd want him to associate with this kind of cattle all his life, herding Canuck goats on a logging operation. You've got money enough, the two of you. He ought to get out into the world, find an up-to-date girl for a wife, and get married."
He stood waiting at the door. He heard the steps on the stairs. He was ready to clasp her. But Madeleine Presson came in alone. "The girl has gone, Harlan. The maid said she ran away after I left her. I was a fool. I dropped your card!" He stood dumb and motionless. "Gone, believing that!" he gasped. She shook him. "But you can find her. Remember that she is young. She believed gossip too quickly.
Presson stamped about the room in his wrath. "I'm making no pact or promise," went on the General. "I declare that you are the men who are wrecking our party. Now if you propose to wreck it completely, we'll go smashing all together in the ruins. It may as well be wrecked now as later!" There was another hush in the room.
I'm speaking now of the interests of true reform reform that gets to the individual and is something else than this everlasting wrangle and racket between factions. I like fighting, but I like to have a natural fighter admit he's in it just for the sake of fighting not claim it's all for morality's sake!" "Then what are you?" blurted Presson, but checked himself in evident confusion.
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