I reckon the people
around here will take the word of the sheriff of their county against
the booze fightin' son of a Methodist preacher.'
"Kirke waved his hand airily. 'Far be it from me to enter into any
defense of my father's son. But a hundred and fifty bottles are pretty
good evidence. And speaking of witnesses, I have a hunch that the
people of this county will fall pretty hard for anything that comes
from the lips of the baby daughter of the district superintendent of
the Methodist Church.'
"Matters hunched forward in his seat. 'Connie Starr,' he said, in a
hollow voice.
"Kirke swished the weeds with his cane,--he has all those graceful
affectations.
"Matters swallowed a few times. 'Old man Starr is too smart a man to
get his family mixed up in politics,' he finally brought out.
"'Baby Con is of age, I think,' said Kirke lightly. 'And she is very
advanced, you know, something of a reformer, has all kinds of
emancipated notions.'
"Matters whipped up and disappeared, and Kirke went to prayer-meeting.
Aunt Grace saw him; I wasn't there.
"The next day, I met Matters on the street. Rather, he met me.
"'Miss Connie,' he said in a friendly, inviting voice, 'you know there
are a lot of things in politics that girls can't get to the bottom of.
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