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 *ered, "you know I would have absolutely nothing to do with such a business as that. You know my opinions on such things too well."

"Oh, of course, father," said the boy, "that's all right. I know you wouldn't countenance it—"

"And I was just going to say," the elder man continued, "that while I do not agree with you, and while I would not vote for you—at least, I do not think I would—I was just going to say that if you need any money yourself, to meet any of the—ah—legitimate expenses of your campaign, why, just call on me."

The boy grasped his father's hand, and when he could speak, he said:

"Thank you, father, thank you, but not now—it isn't worth it—but I'll see what's the matter with these Indians, anyway."

George went to his offices, over the People's National Bank and waited an hour in the rear room, a dark and dingy room, with the dust of a country law office deep on everything, and one ray of sunlight scrambling in through the heavy shutters from the alley. Then one after another, up the worn and splintered stairs with tin signs of insurance agents