"Tom," answered the major as he blew a ring of smoke between himself and

the shrewd eyes, "what on earth have a lot of broken-down old Confederate

soldiers got to do with the management of the affairs of the city? You

young men are to attend to that--give us a seat in the sun and our

pipes--of peace."

"Oh, hang, Major! Look at the way you old fellows swung that gas contract

in the council. You 'sit in the sun' all right but they all know that the

bivouac pulls the plurality vote in this city when it chooses--and they

jump when you speak. What are you going to do about this conduit?"

"Is it pressing? Not much being said about it."

"That's it--they want to make it a sneak in. Mayor Potts is pushing

hard and we know he's just the judge's catspaw. Judge Taylor owns the

city council since that last election and I believe he has bought the

board of public works outright. The conduit is just a whisky ring scheme

to hand out jobs before the judge's election. They have got to keep the

criminal court fixed, Major, for this town is running wide open day and

night--with prohibition voted six months ago. They've got to keep Taylor

on the bench. What do you say?"

"Well," answered the major, beetling his brows over his keen eyes, "I

suppose there is no doubt that Taylor is machine-made. He's the real

blind tiger, and Potts is his striped kitten. I understand he 'lost'

four-fifths of the 'open' indictments that the grand jury 'found' on

their last sitting. The whisky men are going to sell as long as the

criminal court protects them, of course. Let's let them cut that conduit

deeper into the public mind before they begin on the streets."

"I'm looking for a nasty show-down for this town before long, Major, if

there are men enough in it to call the machine."

"Tom," answered the major as he blew a last ring from his cigar, "a town

is in a rotten fix when the criminal court is a mockery. Let's go

interrupt the women's dimity talk."

And it was quite an hour later that Milly decided in an alarmed hurry

that she and the babies must take their immediate departure. David

maneuvered manfully to send them home in his car and to have Phoebe wait

and let him take her home later--alone. But Phoebe insisted upon going

with Milly and Billy Bob and the youngsters, and the reflection that the

distance from the unfashionable quarter inhabited by the little family,

back to Phoebe's down-town apartment was very short, depressed him to the

point of defiance--almost.

However, he packed them all in and then as skilfully unpacked them at the

door of their little home. He carried up the twins and even remained a

moment to help in their unswathing before he descended to the waiting car

and Phoebe. As he gave the word and swung in beside her, David Kildare

heaved a deep and rapturous sigh. It was so much to the good to have her

to himself for the short whirl through the desolated winter streets. It

was a situation to be made the most of for it came very seldom.




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