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bows and says he's much obliged. You couldn't blame him for feelin' cut up, either; for it's all clear how the Senator has doped out an appeal for help within thirty days, and is willin' to wait for the call. I'm no shark on the cost of livin' myself; but even I could figure out a deficit. There's a call to dinner just then, though, and we all gathers round the stew. Anyway, it was meant for a lamb stew. The potatoes was some hard, the gravy was so thin you'd thought it had been put in from the tea kettle as an afterthought, and the dumplin's hadn't the puffin' out charm worked on 'em for a cent. But the sliced carrots was kind of tasty and went all right with the baker's bread if you left off the bargain butter. Sis she tried to laugh at it all; but her eyes got kind of dewy at the corners. "Never mind, dear," says Mother. "I'll telegraph for our old Martha to come on and cook for you." "Why, certainly," says the Senator. "She could sleep on the fire escape, you know." And say, that last comic jab of his, and the effect it had on Mr. and Mrs. Mallory, kind of got under my skin. I got to thinkin' hard and fast, and inside of five minutes I stumbles onto an idea. "Excuse me," says I to Skid; "but I guess I'll be on my way. I just thought of a date I ought to keep." And where do you expect I brings up? At the Ellins' mansion, down on the avenue. First time I'd ever been there out of office hours; but the maid says Mr. Ellins is takin' his coffee in the lib'ry and she'd see if he'd let me in. Ah, sure he did, and we gets right down to cases. "Remember how that assistant general manager stiff of yours fell down on that public lands deal when you sent him to Washington last month?" says I. Old Hickory chokes some on a swallow of black coffee he's just hoisted in; but he recovers enough to nod. "Does he get the run?" says I. "I neglected consulting you about it, Torchy," says he; "but his resignation has been called for." "Filled the job yet?" says I. "Fortunately, no," says he, and I knew by the way he squints that he thought he was bein' mighty humorous. "Possibly you could recommend his successor?" "Yep, I could," says I. "Would it help any to have some one who was son in law to a Senator?" "That," says Old Hickory, "would depend somewhat on which Senator was his father in law." "Well," says I, "there's his card." "Eh?" says he, readin' the name. "Why--who----" "Mallory," says I. "
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