oo. They was both right happy. Dogs has to fight and women has to
cry; then they're happy. I reckon them two had some sort of
understanding.

"Son," says Old Man Wright after a while to James, or Jimmie, or Jim,
"where have I saw you before?" He'd been looking at him for some time.

"The first time you ever seen me, Colonel," says he, "was when I fell
in love with your daughter, sir," says he. "That was when I drove you
home to your house on Christmas Eve."

"You drove--when you drove us home!" says Old Man Wright. "What do you
mean about that? We had our own car; and I give the driver a ten-dollar
gold piece that night because it was Christmas Eve. He got lit up; so he
was wabbly next day too. I remember that."

"So do I," says James, laughing. "I've got that money now. But it was
your real driver that got lit up, not me. You see, when Bonnie Bell come
out in the storm that night she didn't notice that it wasn't her car.
Hers looked a good deal like it--both the same make and right new. Maybe
she wasn't very well acquainted with her new chauffore yet; so she says
to me to take her home. So I had to do that."

"How did you know where to go?" ast Bonnie Bell then, laughing.

"I knew all about you!" says he. "I'd been busy for over a hour there in
the hotel dining-room with Henderson, and that was long enough to learn
all I ever wanted to know. I knew how rich you were. That was why I
drove you home and didn't let you know who I was; that was why I never
tried to call; that was why a lot of things happened right the way they
did. I had some fool theories of my own, maybe; maybe I did get a touch
of socialism or something of that kind when I was in college.

"But anyway, Colonel Wright," he goes on, "I want to say to you, sir,
that I've known you and admired you a lot more than you ever knew. I
voted for you for alderman--though my own dad was running against you. I
thought you stood for what I thought was right. All the world is really
neighbors," says he, "and the human democracy is good enough for me. I
voted for you then--and I do now. My dad has a lot to learn."

He turns to his pa then, and the old man like to of blew up, he was so
mad; but we all ended by laughing at this too.

"Son," says Old Man Wright, "did you say to me that you used one of them
old-fashioned razors? I'm this sort of man that sometimes they say has
got prejerdices. Now I always hone my own razors."

"So do I," says James, or Jimmie, or