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business, was he less patriotic than now? Was he less patriotic then
than my Uncle Martin Jaffry is now, with all his manufacturer's interest
in a stable government? And is my Uncle Martin Jaffry more patriotic
than Pat Noonan? Or is Pat less patriotic than our substantial merchant,
Wesley Norton?

"Down with this talk that would make lines of moral and patriotic
cleavage along lines of vocation or calling. I want no votes of those
who pretend that the good Americans should vote in one box and the bad
Americans in another box. I want the votes of those of all castes and
cults who believe in prosperity [loud cheers], and I want the votes
of those who believe in the glorious traditions of our party, its
magnificent principles, its martyred heroes, its deathless name in our
history!"

It was, of course, an after-dinner speech. Being the last speech of the
campaign it was also a highly important one. But George Remington felt,
as he sat listening to the din of the applause, that he had answered
rather neatly those who said he was wabbling on the local economic issue
and was swaying in the wind of socialist agitation which the women had
started in Whitewater.

As he left the hotel where the dinner had been given, he met his partner
on the sidewalk.

"Get in, Penny," he urged, jumping into his car. "Come out to the house
for the night, and we'll have Betty over to breakfast. Then she and
Genevieve and you and I will see if we can't restore the _ante-bellum
modus vivendi_! Come on! Emelene and Alys always breakfast in bed,
anyway, and it will be no trouble to get Betty over." The two men rode
home in complacent silence. It was long past midnight. They sat on the
veranda to finish their cigars before going into the house.

"Penny," asked George suddenly, "what has Pat Noonan got in this game--I
mean against the agitation by the women and this investigation of
conditions in Kentwood? Why should he agonize over it?"

"Is he fussing about it?"

"Is he? Do you think I'd tie his name up in a public speech with Martin
Jaffry if Pat wasn't off the reservation? You could see him swell
up like a pizened pup when I did it! I hope Uncle Martin will not be
offended."

"He's a good sport, George. But say--what did Pat do to give you this
hunch?"

Remington smoked in meditative silence, then answered:

"Well, Penny, I had to raise the devil of a row the other day to keep
Pat from ribbing up Benjie Doolittle and the organizat