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 figure, and then suddenly he turned and looked me in the eyes.

"'But, Baldwin,' he said, 'I come here last January an honest man, and to-morrow I'm goin' back, back to ol' Greene, back to my people, back to that woman an' them children, an' Baldwin'—he gulped the word—'Baldwin, I'm goin' back an honest man.'

"'Henderson of Greene!' Hen's voice called, and the old man stalked into the corridor and thundered 'No!' in a trumpet note."

The lobbyist ceased. The train had stopped at Chenoa, and they could hear the breathing of the engine, breathing as a living thing when it rests. The noise ceased presently, and the silence of the wide country night ensued. They heard only the notes that came from the throats of frogs, and the stridulent drumming of the cicadæ. Baldwin looked at the two politicians, expecting some comment. The oscitant Healy looked out of the window, into the vast darkness brooding over the prairie town. Jennings sat meditatively pulling at his moist mustache, an expression of perplexity in his countenance, the wrinkles of increasing concentration of mind gathering in his brow. Presently, without a word, he