Tom burst out laughing, and clapped his companion lightly on the shoulder,

his eyes dancing with pleasure.

"Upon my soul," he cried, "I believe you are! It's against all my

tradition, and I see I am the gull of poetry; for I've always believed it

to be beyond question that this sort of miracle was wrought, not by rage,

but by the tenderer senti--" Tom checked himself. "Well, let's take a

drive."

"Meredith," said the other, turning to him gravely, "you may think me a

fool, if you will, and it's likely I am; but I don't leave this station

except by train. I've only two days to work in, and every minute lessens

our chances to beat McCune, and I have to begin by wasting time on a

tussle with a traitor. There's another train at eleven fifty-five; I don't

take any chances on missing that one."

"Well, well," laughed his friend, pushing him good-humoredly toward a door

by a red and white striped pillar, "we'll wait here, if you like; but at

least go in there and get a shave; it's a clean shop. You want to look

your best if you are going down to fight H. Fisbee."

"Take these, then, and you will understand," said Harkless; and he thrust

his three telegrams of the morning into Tom's hand and disappeared into

the barber-shop. When he was gone, Meredith went to the telegraph office

in the station, and sent a line over the wire to Helen: "Keep your delegation at home. He's coming on the 11.55."

Then he read the three telegrams Harkless had given him. They were all

from Plattville:

"Sorry cannot oblige. Present incumbent tenacious. Unconditionally refuses

surrender. Delicate matter. No hope for K. H. But don't worry. Everything

all right.

"WARREN SMITH."

"Harkless, if you have the strength to walk, come down before the

convention. Get here by 10.47. Looks bad. Come if it kills you.

"K. H."

"You entrusted me with sole responsibility for all matters pertaining to

'Herald.' Declared yourself mere spectator. Does this permit your

interfering with my policy for the paper? Decline to consider any

proposition to relieve me of my duties without proper warning and

allowance of time.

"H. FISBEE."




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