"Mother wants me to run for alderman in our ward, next spring. I'll
be able to vote at that election."

"You've got as much right in the council as some others, I suppose."

"Sure, mother owns property. The West Side ought to be as well
represented as the North Side. Property interests is what we need
in the council. That's--"

"I don't care to hear a political speech, boy. Are you busy this
afternoon?"

"No. I wouldn't be here if I was."

"Then get up there and hand those books down to me. Nobody loafs
in this office to-day."

"Well, doggone, if that isn't the limit! All right. Don't get mad.
I'll do it." The young gentleman leisurely ascended to the top of
the stepladder and fell into line under the lash.

"Young Mr. Graydon Bansemer will be here this afternoon," said
Droom. "I want to get things cleaned up a bit beforehand."

"How does he feel about his father?"

"He doesn't know about him, I'm afraid."

"Gee! Well, it'll jar him a bit, won't it?"