t good gad! there ain't any statute to keep him out. Something has
happened to make him good and mad. Some of these fancy jumping-jacks can
make awful leaps when the box is opened, gents! Better take warning from
what I tell you!"

The committeemen exchanged smiles.

"We are going to steal a little of the kid-gloved chaps' thunder,"
explained the chairman. "They have been howling about machine politics
and interlocking interests and air-tight methods until the people are
growling about the close corporation they say we've got. So we're going
to show 'em a thing or two. Nothing like frankness and open house."

"Gor-ram it, you ain't even square with me--after I have worked politics
with you for twenty-five years!" He marched up to the table and rapped
his hard little knuckles on it. "It's this way, gents," he said, "and
I'll be short and sweet. What's the matter with politics when a man like
I've always been gets pi-oogled out of the councils?"

"We don't need workers like you any more," stated the chairman.

"But there's politics to play, just the same."

"But in a different way, Breed. There are the new ideas, and new men can
operate more efficiently. They won't attract attention."

"Old Maid Orne down in my town came into church late and crawled up the
aisle on her hands and knees so as not to attract attention. And she
broke up the meeting!"

"We've got to fall in with the new ways, Dan," said the
attorney-general. "These are touchy times. We must be careful of the
party."

"I 'ain't never disgraced it, have I?"

"Uncle Dan, we want you to take a good, comfortable position and settle
down," affirmed Governor Alonzo Harwood, an unctuous, rubicund gentleman
who had been listening, smiling his everlasting smile.

"I prefer to hold myself in readiness for a call to the field," squalled
Breed. "I'm better'n three of these young snydingles. They don't know
how to organize!"

"There isn't much chance for organizing," said a Congressman,
placatingly. "The primaries take care of themselves pretty well."

"Yes," sneered old Dan, "a fellow thinks well of himself, or else his
neighbors tell him he can save the nation, and he puts a piece in the
paper saying how good he is and sets pictures of himself up in store
winders like a cussed play-actor, keeps a cash account, and thinks
that's politics. I don't care if there ain't ever no more caucuses. This
thing ain't going to last. I want to keep in the field. I'll see