He will retire from politics, from head-hunting
among the plutocrats, and will soon be a plutocrat and a palace-
dweller himself. Success to you, Joshua. The 'pee-pul' have lost a
friend--in the usual way. As for us, we've got the right to say,
'I told you so,' but we'll be good and refrain."
"The President handed me that last night," said Craig, when he saw
that her glance was on the last line. "And he told me he had
decided to ask Stillwater to stay on."
Margaret gave the clipping to Grant. "Give it to him," she said
and started toward the house.
Craig sprang before her. "Margaret," he cried, "can you blame me?"
"No," said she, and there was no pose in her manner now; it was
sincerely human. "I pity you." She waved him out of her path and,
with head bent, he obeyed her.
The two men gazed after her. Arkwright was first to speak: "Well,
you've got what you wanted."
Craig slowly lifted his circled, bloodshot eyes to Arkwright.
"Yes," said he hoarsely, "I've got what I wanted."
"Not exactly in the way a gentleman would like to get it," pursued
Grant. "But YOU don't mind a trifle of that sort."
"No," said Craig, "I don't mind a trifle of that sort.
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