ized as far from
being amateur.

"I don't mind making speeches," answered Jimmy. "I made a lot of them
the last campaign. 'Cart-tail' speeches they are called, only our cart
was an automobile. There were four or five of us who toured the East
Side and took turns talking to the crowds."

"I should think you'd be a politician instead of a writer on
anti-suffrage," remarked Judy.

Jimmy grinned as he shot the canoe toward the center of the lake.

"Is that what I'm credited as being?" he asked.

"'A well-known writer on the subject,'" quoted Judy.

"If I had read that note over I think I would have been tempted to
scratch out the 'well-known,'" he said, "especially as the only article
I ever wrote was signed 'A Wife and a Mother.'"

Judy's eyes darkened. Was Miss Slammer to libel them and then send down
an impostor to make fun of them? Her impressionable mind was as subject
to as many changes as an April day and her recent pleasure in Mr.
Lufton's society changed to displeasure as the suspicion clouded her
thoughts.

"You had a good deal of courage to come to Wellington, then," she
observed after a pause. "At least we think you did after what Miss
Slammer wrote about us."

A hunting dog on the scent of quarry was not keener than Jimmy when it
came to scenting out news, and it took about five minutes of careful and
skillful questioning for Judy to explain the entire situation.

"By Jove, but that was like old 'Bee-trice' to send me down here into a
hornet's nest," he thought. "I'll have to get square with them somehow
before the lecture or it will never come off. I assure you I didn't know
anything about the article," he said aloud to Judy. "I only came to
accommodate Miss Slammer. She told me yesterday at the office she was
ill."

"Then you aren't a lecturer or a writer?" broke in Judy.

"Miss Slammer and I work on the same paper. Didn't she say that in the
letter?"

Judy shook her head.

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm an impostor, Miss Kean, but I had no
intention of sailing under false colors. I think I'd better take the
next train back to New York and give up the lecture. It would be better
to run away before I'm frozen out, don't you think so?"

Judy was silent for a moment. Her rage against Mr. James Lufton had
entirely disappeared and she again had that feeling that she would like
to protect him from the wrath to come.

"What is a 'polite freeze-out' exactly?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, while you lectur