d send a telephone
message. I have a pal there who will let me do it."

"You--you won't be long?"

It was clear that the nerve of Mrs. Remington was quite gone.

"I won't be gone five minutes."

E. Eliot was as good as her word.

When she returned she seized the stool on which her companion had made
her maiden speech--ran to the wall, placed it at the spot where she had
made her entrance and urged Genevieve to climb up and drop over; as she
obeyed, E. Eliot mounted beside her. They dropped off, almost at the
same moment--into arms upheld to catch them.

Genevieve screamed, and was promptly choked. "What'll we do with this
extra one?" asked a hoarse voice.

"Bring her. There's no time to waste now. If ye yell again, ye'll both
be strangled," the second speaker added as he led the way toward the
road, where the dimmed lights of a motor car shone.

He was carrying E. Eliot as if she were a doll. Behind him his assistant
stumbled along, bearing, less easily but no less firmly, the, wife of
the candidate for district attorney!

CHAPTER XII. BY WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE

As the two gagged women--one comfortably gagged with more or less
pleasant bandages made and provided, the other gagged by the large,
smelly hand of an entire stranger to Mrs. George Remington--whom she was
trying impolitely to bite, by way of introduction--were speeding through
the night, Mr. George Remington, ending a long and late speech before
the Whitewater Business Men's Club, was saying these things:

"I especially deplore this modern tendency to talk as though there
were two kinds of people in this country--those interested in good
government, and those interested in bad government. We are all good
Americans. We are all interested in good government. Some of us believe
good government may be achieved through a protective tariff and a proper
consideration for prosperity [cheers], and others, in their blindness,
bow down to wood and stone!"

He smiled amiably at the laughter, and continued:

"But while some of us see things differently as to means, our aims are
essentially the same. You don't divide people according to trades and
callings. I deplore this attempt to set the patriotic merchant against
the patriotic saloonkeeper; the patriotic follower of the race track
against the patriotic manufacturer.

"Here is my good friend, Benjie Doolittle. When he played the ponies
in the old days, before he went into the undertaking and furnitu