We've kept all
the clubs out of his hands. When the W. C. T. U. converted old Governor
Levett, he got ambitious and tried it on. And the only thing he found he
could do was to issue a proclamation to the sheriffs 'to do their duty.'
The most of 'em framed it and hung it up in their offices; it was too
good a joke to keep hid."
They walked on in silence. Harlan did not find it easy to continue that
line of talk. His deameanor did not accord with the fair face of the
morning. But the old man sauntered on under the trees, plainly contented
with the world and all that was in it.
"Let's see, you haven't met Madeleine, Luke's girl, since she was
little, have you?" he inquired, stealing one of his shrewd side glances
at his grandson.
Harlan was occupied with his own thoughts and shook his head.
"I was _thinking_ she'd been away at school whenever you've been down
here with me. Beautiful girl, my boy. Brains, too. Polish up your
thoughts. These college girls are pretty bright, you know."
"I don't think she will notice whether I've got any thoughts or not,"
replied the young man, sourly.
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