I'm taking telegrams to Huntington." "Telegrams?
What's the matter with the 'phone ?" she queried.
"Wire was cut yesterday." "By I.W.W.

men ?" "So your father says.

I don't know." "Something ought to be done to those men," said Lenore, severely.
Nash was a dark-browed, heavy-jawed young man, with light eyes and hair.
He appeared to be intelligent and had some breeding, but his manner when alone with Lenore--he had driven her to town several times--was not the same as when her father was present.

Lenore had not bothered her mind about it.

But to-day the look in his eyes was offensive to her.
"Between you and me, Lenore, I've sympathy for those poor devils," he said.
Lenore drew back rather haughtily at this familiar use of her first name.