"There's a man who looks like Tom Meredith," said Eunice,
suddenly. "By the way, Alvord, where do the Merediths stand in
the matter of the club election?"

"Which of them?"

"Either--or both. I suppose they're on your side--they never
seemed to like Sanford much."

"My dear Eunice, don't be so narrow-minded. Club men don't vote
one way or another because of a personal like or dislike--they
consider the good of the club--the welfare of the organization."

"Well, then, which side do they favor as being for the good of
the club?"

"Ask Sanford."

"Oh--if you don't want to tell me."

Eunice looked provokingly pretty and her piquant face showed a
petulant expression as she turned it to Hendricks.

"Smile on me again and I'll tell you anything you want to know:
if I know it myself."

A dazzling smile answered this speech, and Hendricks' gaze
softened as he watched her.

"But you'll have to ask me something else, for, alas, the