"And don't forget
me when you're there."
"Will there be a story for me?" Jordan asked.
"You'll have a page, Ben."
"That's enough. Well, come on, Bill; we'll show the new mayor that we
can order like gentlemen."
"I remember--" But Osborne never completed his reminiscence. Jordan
was already propelling him toward the door.
Once the door had closed upon them, Warrington capered around the room
like a school-boy. The publication of this confederacy between
Morrissy and McQuade would swing the doubting element over to his side
and split the ranks of the labor party.
Patty, Patty Bennington! He must see her. It was impossible to wait
another day. When was it he had seen her last? Patty, dark-eyed,
elfish, winsome, merry! Oh, yes, he must see her at once, this very
afternoon. He could no longer repress the tide of his love, which
surged at the flood-gates of his heart with mighty pressure. Patty!
Patty!
"Patty is not feeling well," said Mrs. Bennington, as she welcomed
Warrington at the door, an hour later. "I will call her. I am sure she
will be glad to see you."
Warrington went into the music-room, placed his hat on the piano, and
idled about impatiently.
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