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"Well, don't let your foot slip, Al," Senator Warfield warned him. "The Sawtooth would hate to lose you; you're a good man." "Oh, I get yuh," Al retorted. "My foot ain't going to slip If it did, the Sawtooth would be the first to pile onto my back!" The last sentence was not meant for the senator's ears. Al had backed his horse, and Senator Warfield was stepping on the starter.

It was now Cynthia's turn to be a little confused. "Uncle Jethro that is, Mr. The President's eyes met the senator's, and both gentlemen laughed. Cynthia bit her lip, not seeing any cause for mirth in her remark, while Ephraim looked uncomfortable and mopped the perspiration from his brow. "He said he'd give it to him, did he?" said the President. "Is Mr. Bass your uncle?"

Ortensia was not missed till supper-time, and that was fully two hours after sunset; for it was the Senator's custom to leave his niece to herself or to Pina's company from the time when he brought her home, if she had been out with him in the gondola, until the evening meal; and if she asked leave to go to confession, as she had to-day, she returned before dark and retired to her own rooms without seeing him until she joined him at supper.

The senator glanced at Jethro, and a twinkle came into his eye. "Sometimes he has been known to," he answered. "You you ever pay any attention to an old soldier on the street?" Then the senator's eyes began to snap. "Sometimes I have been known to." "Er suppose an old soldier was in front of the White House at eleven o'clock an old soldier with a gal suppose?"

Sometimes it seems as if all the people I meet have been instructed to make things pleasant and easy for me." The senator's chuckle was barely audible. "Seems as if I wouldn't find fault with that, if I were you, son," he suggested.

A few minutes later he knocked at the bathroom door. "There's a spare razor in the cabinet, and all the fixings. And when you're ready there's a pair of clean socks on the doorknob." Bartley heard the Senator's heavy, deliberate step as he passed down the hallway. "A little 'Green River, a hot bath, and clean socks," murmured Bartley. "Things might be worse."

It is to be hoped that the Senator's constituents read this speech in the next morning's papers, for otherwise it must go down in history as a burst of eloquence wasted upon unhearing ears.

He shook the door that closed in the homestead, and found it locked; the watch-dogs roused themselves, and gave tongue, when Phoebicius turned to Petrus' house, and began to knock at the door with the brazen knocker, at first softly and then with growing anger; he considered it as certain that his wife had sought and found protection under the senator's roof.

The senator's wife had so completely changed in her demeanor to the water-wagtail, since Paula's imprisonment, that to Katharina she was as a living reproach, so she had no regret at seeing the worthy pair depart. But scarcely had they left when misfortune took their place as an unbidden guest.

Harry was beside himself with rage while the Senator remained in town; he declared that women were always ready to drop any man for higher game; and he attributed his own ill-luck to the Senator's appearance. The fellow was in fact crazy about her beauty and ready to beat his brains out in chagrin.