Jane, judicially.

Hastings grinned satirically. ``There ain't nobody that don't
care about money,'' said he, ``any more than there's anybody that
don't care about air to breathe. Put a pin right there, Jinny.''

``I hate to think that,'' she said, reluctantly, ``but I'm
afraid--it's--so.''


As she was taking her ride one morning she met David Hull also on
horseback and out for his health. He turned and they rode
together, for several miles, neither breaking the silence except
with an occasional remark about weather or scenery. Finally Davy
said:

``You seem to be down about something, too?''

``Not exactly down,'' replied Jane. ``Simply--I've been doing a
lot of thinking--and planning--or attempt at planning--lately.''

``I, too,'' said Davy.

``Naturally. How's politics?''

``Of course I don't hear anything but that I'm going to be
elected. If you want to become convinced that the whole world is
on the graft, take part in a reform campaign. We've attracted
every broken-down political crook in this region. It's hard to
say which crowd is the more worthless, the college amateurs at