to be shot without a trial--not even waiting till sunrise. If you had the
least bit of fairness in your heart you'd have asked me what I really
thought about this outbreak of George's, and I'd have told you in so many
words that I think he's made all kinds of a fool of himself."

"No! Do you really, Pen?"

Miss Sheridan had swiftly become human. She allowed her eyes to meet those
of Mr. Evans' with an easy gladness but little known to him of late. "Of
course I do, Betty. The idea of a candidate for office in this enlightened
age breaking loose in that manner! It's suicide. He could be arrested for
the attempt in this State. Is that strong enough for you? You surely know
how I feel now, don't you? Come on, Betty dear! Let's not spar in that
foolish way any longer. Remember all I said yesterday. It goes double
today--really, I see things more clearly."

Plainly Miss Sheridan was disarmed.

"And I thought you'd approve every word of his silly tirade," she murmured.
Mr. Evans, still above her, was perilously shaken by the softer note in
her voice, but he controlled himself in time and sat in one of the chairs
reserved for waiting clients. It was near Miss Sheridan, yet beyond
reaching distance. He felt that he must be cool in this moment of impending
triumph.

"Wasn't it the awfullest rot?" demanded the spinster, pounding out a row of
periods for emphasis.

"And he's got to be made to eat his words," said Mr. Evans, wisely taking
the same by-path away from the one subject in all the world that really