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The bell rang, and she was a little startled at the fright that struck her heart She did not analyze it In reality--pride forbade her to admit it--she feared it was a call of souid, assured Southern ladies, perilously gowned, with veiled disdain for this interloping Northerner and her strong mind Especially was there one from New Orleans, tall and dark-But it was no caller It was sis to see Mr Cresswell She went down to see hiht be a constituent--and found a setic

"You don't know s He knehen it was diplorammar and assume his dialect

"Why--no"

"You remember I worked for Mr Harry and served you-all lunch one day"

"Oh, yes--why, yes! I remember now very well"

"Well, I wants to see Mr Harry very much; could I wait in the back hall?"

Mary started to have hiht better of it and had him shown back Less than an hour later her husband entered and she went quickly to hihed her concern lightly off

"I'll be in earlier tonight," he declared

"Is the Congressional business very heavy?"

He laughed so hilariously that she felt uncomfortable, which he observed

"Oh, no," he answered deftly; "not very" And as they ed the subject

"Oh," she exclai "There is ato see you in the back hall, but I guess he can wait until after lunch"

They ate leisurely

"There's going to be racing out at the park this evening," said Harry "Want to go?"

"I was going to hear an art lecture at the Club," Mary returned, and grew thoughtful; for here walked her ghost again Of course, the Club was an affair with ely through her own suggestion, an art teacher of European reputation was going to lecture, and Mary preferred it to the company of the race track And--just as certainly--her husband didn't

"Don't forget the man, dear," she re

"Look at that," he said finally She glanced at the head-lines--"Proh Office at Hands of New Administration B Alwyn of Alaba as his darkened

"An iust "If they et tractable ones like s"