ernor of this State
hasn't anything to do with enforcing the prohibitory law. We've kept all
the clubs out of his hands. When the W. C. T. U. converted old Governor
Levett, he got ambitious and tried it on. And the only thing he found he
could do was to issue a proclamation to the sheriffs 'to do their duty.'
The most of 'em framed it and hung it up in their offices; it was too
good a joke to keep hid."

They walked on in silence. Harlan did not find it easy to continue that
line of talk. His deameanor did not accord with the fair face of the
morning. But the old man sauntered on under the trees, plainly contented
with the world and all that was in it.

"Let's see, you haven't met Madeleine, Luke's girl, since she was
little, have you?" he inquired, stealing one of his shrewd side glances
at his grandson.

Harlan was occupied with his own thoughts and shook his head.

"I was _thinking_ she'd been away at school whenever you've been down
here with me. Beautiful girl, my boy. Brains, too. Polish up your
thoughts. These college girls are pretty bright, you know."

"I don't think she will notice whether I've got any thoughts or not,"
replied the young man, sourly. "She won't pay much attention to a
woodsman--not that kind of a girl."

"What kind of a girl?"

"One that's full of society notions and college airs. I know the kind.
Unless a fellow has wasted about half his life in dancing and loafing
around summer resorts they treat him as though he were a cross between
an Eskimo and a Fiji. Life is too short to play poodle for girls of that
sort."

"Well, you are certainly on the mourners' bench to-day, front row and an
end seat," said the old man, disgustedly. "You'd better go up and take a
nap till breakfast-time, and use sleep, soap, a razor, and common sense
and smooth yourself off. I reckon I haven't got you out of those woods
any too quick."

Only the earliest birds of the hostelry roost were about the big house
at that hour. The new arrivals dodged scrub-women and sweepers in the
office and on the stairs, and went to their rooms. The Duke, leaving
his grandson at his bedroom door, suggested a bit stiffly that he would
"call around about eight o'clock and open the den and lead him down to a
little raw meat, unless he smoothed up his manners and his appetite in
the mean time."

CHAPTER XIII

THE DUKE'S DOUBLE CAMPAIGN

Presson came in with the Duke at eight o'clock, bringing cordial morning
greeti