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Lynde, Francis, 1856-1930

"The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush"

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"You have interfered with nothing," was the ready assurance. "We were
not going anywhere, or thinking of going anywhere. No inducement that
was ever invented would take the senator away from his own State in a
political year, and your coming has been a blessing. But for the good
excuse to bring your father out here to the fossil-beds, we should have
been mewed up in the Inter-Mountain Hotel from the firing of the opening
gun to the day after election. But that isn't what I meant to say. You
are tired of so much country; I can read the call of the city in your
eyes--and they are very pretty eyes, my dear. Shall I telephone the
senator that we are coming in this afternoon to stay a while?"
"I shall be delighted," said Patricia, and the eyes, which were not only
pretty but exceedingly apt to tell tales, confirmed the eager assent.
Then she added: "Now that daddy has his box of books from the university
library, I doubt if he will know that we are gone."
On their first day in the capital Evan was away, but he returned the
following morning and Mrs. Blount promptly captured him for a theatre
box-party which she was inviting for the same evening. In Mrs. Honoria's
orderly scheme Blount was predestined to go, though he was allowed to
believe that his acceptance was of free will. Notwithstanding the lapse
of time and Mrs.


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