have to work for a living.''

``Who's going to be elected this fall?'' asked Jane. ``Your
man?''

``Yes,'' said Doctor Charlton. ``Victor Dorn thinks not. But he
always takes the gloomy view. And he doesn't meet and talk with
the fellows on the other side, as I do.''

Hastings was looking out from under the vizor of his cap with a
peculiar grin. It changed to a look of startled inquiry as
Charlton went on to say:

``Yes, we'll win. But the Davy Hull gang will get the offices.''

``Why do you think that?'' asked old Hastings sharply.

Charlton eyed his patient with a mocking smile. ``You didn't
think any one knew but you and Kelly-- did you?'' laughed he.

``Knew what?'' demanded Hastings, with a blank stare.

``No matter,'' said Charlton. ``I know what you intend to do.
Well, you'll get away with the goods. But you'll wish you
hadn't. You old-fashioned fellows, as I've been telling you,
don't realize that times have changed.''

``Do you mean, Doctor, that the election is to be stolen away
from you?'' inquired Jane.