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The Honorable member listened, but refused to be alarmed. It was past the third hour of the afternoon, and the rainbow haze was over everything. "I tell you," said Mr. Banks, "something is going to break if we can't get this thing stopped. The women are gaining every day. Their meetings are getting bigger, and now look at Peter Neelands.
It was the kind of morning on which the old timers say, "Stay where you are, wherever it is if there's a roof over you!" Wakening from a troubled dream of fighting gophers that turned to wild-cats, Mr. Neelands, in No. 17, made a hurried toilet, on account of the temperature of the room, for although the morning was warm, No. 17 still retained some of last week's temperature, and to Mr.
Banks' scorn of Peter Neelands' efforts at solving their new difficulty, he soon began to think of it more favorably, coming to this by a process known as elimination. No one else wanted to go; he could not think of anything else. Peter would not do any harm he was as guileless as a blue-eyed Angora kitten, and above all, he was willing and anxious to get into the game.
Neelands was one of the friendliest and most approachable of the young political set, and Mr. Steadman had often listened to his speeches, and always with appreciation. He wondered why Mr. Neelands had come to Millford now without telling him. At the hotel, nothing was known of the young man, only that he had taken a room, registered, slept one night, and gone, leaving all his things. Mr.
P.J. Neelands took his journey to the country to do it a service, and it is but fair to say that Mr. Neelands had undertaken his new work with something related to enthusiasm.
Peter Neelands said I was in love with life, with romance; that because you were the nearest hero I had selected you and hung a halo around you, and that maybe I was mistaken." "What does he know about it?" asked the doctor sharply. "I told him," said Pearl. "He was the only person I could talk to, and when there came not a word from you and Mrs.
Neelands, accustomed to the steam heat of Mrs. Marlowe's "Select Boarding House young men a specialty" it felt very chilly, indeed. But Mr. Neelands had his mind made up to be unmoved by trifles. After a good breakfast in the dining room, Mr. Neelands walked out to see the little town and to see what information he could gather.
"There is no justice in that." "Only the unmarried mother has the absolute right to her child," said Annie Gray, as one who quotes from a legal document. "I talked to a lawyer whom Mr. Bowen sent for. He showed it to me in the law." "Peter Neelands was right," said Pearl after a while, "it is exactly the sort of a law he said the other one was."
"I am calling on teachers," he said, on a matter of business, "introducing a new set of books for school libraries." It was the first thing Mr. Neelands could think of, and he was quite pleased with it when he said it. It had a professional, business-like ring, which pleased him. "A very excellent set of books, which the Department of Education desire to see in every school," Mr.
The letter was from the Woman's Club, telling her that they were preparing a political play and wanted her to come at once to the city to take an important part. They had heard of her ability from Mr. Neelands. Would she please let them know at once? A smile scattered the gloom on Pearl's face. Here was a way out. Would she go? To play an important part in a play? Would she go?
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