" She turned to him with real
interest. "Is the town much changed?" she asked.
As though preparing for a long talk, Winthrop dropped his hat to
the floor and settled himself comfortably. "Well, it is, and it
isn't," he answered. "Haven't you been back lately?" he asked.
Vera looked quickly away from him.
"I have never been back!" she answered. There was a pause and
when she again turned her eyes to his, she was smiling. "But I
always take the Geneva Times," she said, "and I often read that
you've been there. You're a great man in Geneva."
Winthrop nodded gravely.
"Whenever I want to be a great man," he said, "I go to Geneva."
"Why, yes," exclaimed Vera. "Last June you delivered the oration
to the graduating class," she laughed, "on The College Man in
Politics. Such an original subject! And did you point to
yourself?" she asked mockingly, "as the -- the bright example?"
"No," protested Winthrop, "I knew they'd see that."
Much to her relief, Vera found that of Winthrop she was no
longer afraid.
"Oh!" she protested, "didn't you say, twelve years ago, a humble
boy played ball for Hobart College. That boy now stands before
you? Didn't you say that?"
"Something like that,"assented the District Attorney. "Oh!" he
exclaimed, "that young man who showed me in here -- your
confederate or fellow-conspirator or lookout man or whatever he
is -- told me you used to be a regular attendant at those
games."
"I never missed one!" Vera cried.
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