circumstances."

"That's the beauty of it, ma'am; we're bosom friends, as you
know; and yet, we're fighting for that presidency like two cats
of Kilkenny."

"The New York Athletic Club, is it?"

"Oh, no, ma'am! Not so, but far otherwise. The Metropolitan
Athletic Club if you please."

"Yes, I know--I'd forgotten the name."

"Don't mix up the two--they're deadly rivals."

"Why do you want to be president, Sanford?"

"That's a long tale, but in a nutshell, purely and solely for the
good of the club."

"And that's the truth," declared Eunice. "Sanford is getting
himself disliked in some quarters, influential ones, too, and
he's making life-long enemies--not Alvord, but others--and it is
all because he has the real interests of the club at heart.
Al Hendricks is running it into--into a mud-puddle! Isn't he,
San?"

"Well, yes, though I shouldn't have thought of using that word.
But, he is bringing its gray hairs in sorrow to the grave--or
will, if he remains in office, instead of turning it over to a