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Kyme than his quick eye singled me out of the group. "Why, Hugh!" he exclaimed, taking my hand. "I had no idea I should meet you here I saw your father only last week, the day I left home." And he added, turning to Mrs. Kyme, "Hugh is the son of Mr. Matthew Paret, who has been the leader of our bar for many years."
It was well known in certain circles the editorial went on to say that this legislation had been drawn by Theodore Watling in the interests of the Boyne Iron Works, etc., etc. Hugh Paret had learned at the feet of an able master. This first sight of my name thus opprobriously flung to the multitude gave me an unpleasant shock. I had seen Mr. Scherer attacked, Mr. Gorse attacked, and Mr.
Since then text-books and serious periodicals have dealt with these matters thoroughly. They are now familiar to all thinking Americans. My entrance into the campaign was accompanied by a blare of publicity, and during that fortnight I never picked up a morning or evening newspaper without reading, on the first page, some such headline as "Crowds flock to hear Paret."
Kyme than his quick eye singled me out of the group. "Why, Hugh!" he exclaimed, taking my hand. "I had no idea I should meet you here I saw your father only last week, the day I left home." And he added, turning to Mrs. Kyme, "Hugh is the son of Mr. Matthew Paret, who has been the leader of our bar for many years."
"You didn't see in the papers that he was nominated, did you, Paret?" "But if the mill people wanted him, George, how could it be prevented?" his wife demanded. George winked at me. "There are more ways of skinning a cat than one," he said cryptically. "Well, it's time to go to the meeting, I guess," remarked Ezra, rising. Once more he looked at his watch.
"Sit down, sit down, Paret," he said. "What do you hear from the Senator?" I sat down, and gave him the news of Mr. Watling. He seemed, as usual, distrait, betraying no curiosity as to the object of my call, his lean, brown fingers playing with the newspapers on his lap.
I had the Hutchins family on my side, for they had the sense to see that the match would be an advantageous one; I even summoned up enough courage to talk to Ezra Hutchins on the subject. "I'll not attempt to influence Maude, Mr. Paret I've always said I wouldn't interfere with her choice. But as you are a young man of sound habits, sir, successful in your profession, I should raise no objection.
Life had taught her to be indifferent to surprises, and it was I who became abruptly embarrassed. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Paret," she said, as though I had been a frequent caller. I had never once darkened her threshold since I had left her house. "Yes," I answered, and hesitated.... "Is Mr. Krebs in?"
After a brief silence the door was opened by a pleasant-faced, brown-bearded man, who stood staring at me in surprise. His hair was rumpled, he wore an old house coat with a hole in the elbow, and with one finger he kept his place in the book which he held in his hand. "Hugh Paret!" he exclaimed.
"If you don't like it," I said, "or wish to have it changed " "Changed!" she exclaimed reproachfully. "Do you think I'd change it? Only it's much too valuable " I smiled.... Miss Allsop deftly undid the clasp and hung it around Maude's neck. "How it suits you, Mrs. Paret!" she cried....
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