"
"I haven't been able to offer mine, either," said the chairman, grimly.
"I'll endure no more of this foolery, Luke! If you propose to make a
plaything of your own wife from now on--"
"I'm telling you the truth. General Waymouth hurried out of the hall
before I could get to him. That devilish Canibas bull moose picked him
up, like he's been picking up--"
But the astonishment in his wife's eyes stopped him. He was revealing
too much of his secret.
"Why, Harlan Thornton went away with him--Thelismer's grandson! Some one
told me who saw them in the carriage together. What do you mean by
Canibas moose?"
"Can't you see that I'm all stirred up by the excitement of this
convention?" he demanded. "I don't know what I'm saying. I'll explain to
you later, Lucretia."
"I think you'd better. Where did General Waymouth go?"
"To the hotel, I suppose."
"No, he's not there. I have telephoned. Luke, we must have him at lunch
with us. It's his place to lunch with us--you're the chairman of the
State Committee! It's a late start for me--and it's your own fault
because it is so.
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