Tell Aunt Jemima what I say." Clayton, who despite the thinness of his seersucker coat, had kept his palm-leaf fan busy since he had taken his seat, and who had waited until his host's ear was again free, now broke in cheerily: "Same old story of course, St.George.Another genius gone astray.

Bad business, this bee of literature, once it gets to buzzing." Then with a quizzical glance at the author: "Kennedy is a lamentable example of what it has done for him.

He started out as a soldier, dropped into law, and now is trying to break into Congress again--and all the time writes--writes--writes.

It has spoiled everything he has tried to do in life--and it will spoil everything he touches from this on--and now comes along this man Poe, who--" "-- No, he doesn't come along," chimed in Pancoast, who so far had kept silence, his palm-leaf fan having done all the talking.

"I wish he would." "You are right, judge," chuckled Clayton, "and that is just my point.
Here I say, comes along this man Poe and spoils my dinner.