She shook him
fiercely. "Now get out of here; and don't you dare come back!"
Craig laughed loudly. A shrewd onlooker might have suspected from
his expression that he had deliberately created a diversion of
confusion, and was congratulating himself upon its success. "Get
out?" cried he. "Not I. I go where I please and stay as long as I
please."
Arkwright was seated upon the grass, readjusting his collar and
tie. "What a rotten coward you are!" he said to Craig, "to take me
off guard like that."
"It WAS a low trick," admitted Josh, looking down at him genially.
"But I'm so crazy I don't know what I'm doing."
"Oh, yes, you do; you wanted to show off," answered Grant.
But Craig had turned to Margaret again. "Read that," he commanded,
and thrust a newspaper clipping into her hand. It was from one of
the newspapers of his home town--a paper of his own party, but
unfriendly to him. It read:
"Josh Craig's many friends here will be glad to hear that he is
catching on down East. With his Government job as a stepping-stone
he has sprung into what he used to call plutocratic society in
Washington, and is about to marry a young lady who is in the very
front of the push.
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