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And on his way home he stopped in for a word with the major, whom he

found tired and on his way to take as much as he could of his usual nap.

He was seated in his chair by the table and Caroline Darrah sat near him,

listening eagerly to his story of some of the events in the day's

campaign. She rose as David entered and held out her hand to him with a

smile.

Every time David had looked at Caroline Darrah for the few days past a

sharp pain had cut into his heart and this afternoon she was so radiantly

lovely with sympathy and interest that for a moment he stood looking at

her with his eyes full of tenderness. Then he managed a bantering smile

and backed away a step or two from her, his hands behind him.

"No, you don't, beautiful," David sometimes ventured on Phoebe's name for

the girl, "you are so sweet in that frock that I'm afraid if I touch you

I'll stick. Somebody ought to label such a lollypop as you dangerous.

Call her off, Major!"

The major laughed at Caroline's blush and laid his fingers over her hand

that rested on the corner of the table near him.

"David," he said, "girls are confections to which it is good for a man to

forsake all others and cling--but not to gobble. Matilda, recount to

David Kildare your plans for the night of the election. I wish to witness

his joy."

"Oh, yes, I've been wanting to tell you about it for two days, David,

dear," answered Mrs. Buchanan from her chair over by the window where she

was busily engaged in checking names off a long list with a pencil. "We

are going to have a reception at the University Club so everybody can

come and congratulate you the night of the election. Mrs. Shelby and I

thought it up and of course we had to speak to one of the house committee

about the arrangements, and who do you think the member was--Billy Bob! I

just talked on and didn't notice Mrs. Shelby and finally he was so nice

and deferential to her that she talked some, too. She almost started to

shake hands with him when we left. I was so glad. I feel that it is

going to be a delightful success in every way. Please be thinking up a

nice speech to make."

"Oh, wait," groaned David Kildare, "if I begin now I will have to think

double, one for election and one for defeat. Last night I dreamed about a

black cat that was minus a left eye and limped in the right hind leg.

Jeff almost cried when I told him about it. He hasn't smiled since."