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and denounce. He slipped off his horse, and led him toward the porch. But before he could speak his grandfather hailed him. "Run in to your supper, bub. The boys are holding it hot for you. Luke and I were too hungry to wait." "I can't eat now--not with what's on _my_ mind." "Oh, bub--bub! Run along with you! There's plenty of time for talk. I'll be here when you come out. Get something to eat, now! That's a good boy!" Somehow he couldn't begin the attack just then. That tone was too affectionate, too matter-of-fact. And even then his hand seemed to feel the pressure of the little fingers that had released him at the bridge, and the choking feeling was still in his throat. He gave his horse over to the hostler, and went into the house. The lamp in the old mess-room thrust its beams only a little way into the gloom. It shone over the table and left the corners dark. The cookee brought the food from the kitchen, poured the tea, and then wiped his hands briskly on his canvas apron. "I want to shake with you, Mr. Harlan!" He put out his hand, so frankly confident that he was doing the proper thing that the young man grasped it. "It was done to 'em good and proper. They tried to pull too hot a kittle out of the bean-hole that time--sure they did! I congratulate you! I knowed you'd get into politics some day." Harlan pulled his hand away, and began to eat. "Served up hot to 'em--that mess was," chuckled the cookee, on the easy terms of the familiar in the household. "Nothing like a rousin' fire if you're going to make the political pot bile in good shape." He chuckled significantly. The man pushed the food nearer, for Harlan did not seem to be taking much interest in his supper. "I suppose you'll be boardin' at Mr. Presson's hotel when you get down to the legislature. I had a meal there once. They certainly do put it up fine. Say, Mr. Harlan, what do you say? Can't you use your pull, and get me a job as waiter or something down there for the session? Excuse me for gettin' at it so quick, but I thought I'd hop in ahead of the rush--they'll all be after you for something, now that you're nominated." The young man could not discuss with this cheerful suppliant his indignant resolve not to be a legislator. "You'll have to stay home here and look after Grandfather Thornton, Bob," he hedged. "Oh, thunder! He's goin' right down to spend the winter with you. Was tellin' Mr. Presson so when they et
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