The Gentleman from Indiana by Booth Tarkington
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exclaiming, "A glorious conception! A glorious conception!" addressing the
bric-a-brac, apparently. (He thought the conception his own.) Mr. Martin was tugging at his beard and whispering to Landis and Homer, and the two Amo men were consulting in a corner, but as the judge came in, one of them turned and said loudly, "That's the man." "What man am I, Keating?" asked Briscoe, cheerily. "We better explain, I guess," answered the other; and turning to his compatriot: "You tell him, Boswell." "Well--it's this way--" said Boswell, and came at once to an awkward pause, turning aside sheepishly and unable to proceed. "So that's the way of it, is it?" said the old gentleman. Helen laughed cheerfully, and looked about her with a courageous and encouraging eye. "It is embarrassing," she said. "Judge Briscoe, we are contemplating 'a piece of the blackest treachery and chicanery.' We are going to give Mr. Halloway the--the go-by!" The embarrassment fell away, and everybody began to talk at once. "Hold on a minute," said the judge; "let's get at it straight. What do you want with me?" "I'll tell you," volunteered Keating. "You see, the boys are getting in line again for this convention. They are the old file that used to rule the roost before the 'Herald' got too strong for them, and they rely on Mr. Harkless's being sick to beat Kedge Halloway with that Gaines County man, McCune. Now, none of us here want Rod McCune I guess. We had trouble |
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