I was wondering if you would come to see dad win," she murmured to
him, as he took her hand, and Captain Poland, with a little bow, stepped
back.

"You knew I'd come, didn't you?" Bartlett asked in a low voice.

"I hoped so," she murmured. "Now, Harry," she went on in a low voice,
as they moved aside, "this will be a good time for you to smooth
things over with father. If he wins, as he feels sure he will, you must
congratulate him very heartily--exceptionally so. Make a fuss over him,
so to speak. He'll be club champion, and it will seem natural for you to
bubble over about it."

"But why should I, Viola? I haven't done anything to merit his
displeasure."

"I know. But you remember what a touch-fire he is. He's always held that
business matter against you, though I'm sure you had nothing to do with
it. Now, if he wins, and I hope he will, you can take advantage of it to
get on better terms with him, and--"

"Well, I'm willing to be friends, you know that, Viola. But I can't
pretend--I never could!"

"You're stubborn, Harry!" and Viola pouted.

"Well, perhaps I am. When I know I'm right--"

"Couldn't you forget it just once?"

"I don't see how!"

"Oh, you provoke me! But if you won't you won't, I suppose. Only it
would be such a good chance--"

"Well, I'll see him after the match, Viola. I'll do my best to be
decent."

"You must go a little farther than that, Harry. Dad will be all worked
up if he wins, and he'll want a fuss made over him. It will be the very
chance for you."

"All right-I'll do my best," murmured Bartlett. And then a servant came
up to summon him to the telephone.

Viola was not left long alone, for Captain Poland was watching her from
the tail of his eye, and he was at her side before Harry Bartlett was
out of sight.

"Perhaps you'd like to come for a little spin with me, Miss Carwell,"
said the captain. "I just heard that they've postponed the cup-winners'
match an hour; and unless you want to sit around here--"

"Come on!" cried Viola, impulsively. "It's too perfect a day to sit
around, and I'm only interested in my father's match."

There was another reason why Viola Carwell was glad of the chance to go
riding with Captain Poland just then. She really was a little provoked
with Bartlett's stubbornness, or what she called that, and she thought
it might "wake him up," as she termed it, to see her with the only man
who might be classed as his rival.

As for herself, Viola was