.

"Well, no, Uncle John," replied the young man addressed, half
apologetically. "Physically, to-day has been on the whole rather
restful; however, my active mind has been running as usual at top
speed," he added.

Mr. Hurd felt inclined to concede the activity of his nephew's mind, in
so far that he had never known its headlong flight to be delayed by
contact with an idea--that is to say, an idea of any particular value.
Still, in the presence of the rest he spared his young relative, merely
remarking dryly and in a manner intended to create the impression of
closing the incident with the honors on his own side, "I dare say if
your mind runs long enough, Charlie, it will eventually be elected."

This rejoinder had no definite meaning, but that fact in itself made
any retort comparatively difficult, and Wilkinson merely helped himself
in silence to another sandwich.

Presently Bennington Cole announced that he must be going on, as he had
an appointment with an out-of-town insurance agent who was leaving
Boston that evening, and soon afterward Miss Maitland took her
departure, escorted by Pelgram. Then Wilkinson went, having executed
as much havoc as he could among the comestibles, and Isabel was left
with her father. Mr. Hurd lit a cigar and looked thoughtfully at his
daughter.

"Splendid appetite that young feller has," he observed, nodding toward
the large tray which stood almost nude of food.

The girl moved a little uneasily in her chair.

"Now, father," she protested, "you shouldn't be so hard on Charlie.
He's really in a very embarrassing position. He's never had a chance
to show what he could do if he found something he liked and was suited
for. He's as clever and amusing as he can be, but he just naturally
isn't practical and no one has ever been able to make him so, and you
yourself are so absolutely practical in everything that you can't
excuse the lack of it in any one else. But he's really all right."

Mr. Hurd looked sharply up, and the lines around his eyes came a little
closer together.

"You don't mean that you're interested in him--seriously, do you?" he
said.

"Oh, no," replied his daughter. "Not at all--that way."

The traction magnate smiled indulgently, with manifest relief.

"I don't want to criticize your analysis of character, Isabel," he
said, "but I think you're dead wrong on one point. In my opinion Mr.
Charles Wilkinson is one of the most practical young men of my
acqu