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"Wish what?"

The patient gentleman smiled again as he said, "Oh--Gholson can attend to that."

"Yes, madam, between Melpomene and Terpsichore."

"Yes, bub," I replied. The two men laughed so explosively that my horse lifted his head austerely.

Again we galloped alone; and as our horses' hoofs beat drummers' music out of the round earth our dialogue drifted into confessions of our own most private theories of conduct, character and creation. Now that this man's name was not--Cockerel, my heart opened to him and we began to admit to each other the perplexities of this great, strange thing called Life. Especially we confessed how every waking hour found us jostled and torn between two opposite, unappeasable tendencies of soul; one an upward yearning after everything high and pure, the other a down-dragging hunger for every base indulgence. I was warmed and fed. Yet I was pained to find him so steeped in presumptuous error, so wayward of belief and unbelief. The sweet ease with which he overturned and emptied out some of my arguments gave me worse failure of the diaphragm than a high swing ever did. Nevertheless I responded; and he rejoined; and I rejoined again, and presently he gave me the notion that he was suffering some cruel moral strain.

I laughed insolently. The young ladies sparkled, and so did Miss Harper, as she asked him who had been the proxy.

"Yes, General, if I don't have to save the horse."

I thought I did until I glanced at the superscription: Miss Coralie Rothvelt.

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