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Qlibe Qrsenal Qiiannnn Tomorrows--A Tale of Yesterday xi smart gilded coach cuitly ordered f the fat driver on and sank back on the velvet cushions with a gioan 6 His lordship, the Prime Minister, ' had not been endowed by Nature with a sweet facial expression, and today-his thin lips drawn closely together in a convex line, his parchment nostrils purple with cha- grin, his sharp blue eyes squinted at the cor- ners-he looked like a jealous lover or a soon- to-be-murderer. He tugged at the lace ruH around his neck and loosed it. Beastly hot-this London-August too! All that sulphurous morning the patient Parliament had listened to the handsome King first plead-demand-then threaten for money, money. Always money! And Parliament want- ed to keep its money! The fashionable gilded coach rumbled over the cobblestones. The Prime Minister's irrita- tion faded and left him tired-tired of the world-or perhaps of London and its heat. Then his eyes caught the glint of a happy thought. With an amazing alacrity he re- moved the loosed ruff, slipped off his satin coat, deposited his gold Walking stick on the fioor of the coach, and threw his white wig to the seat with a shower of powder. As the coach reached Warcliff Highway he ordered the fat driver to halt. You may return to Camerly Hall at once, Folks, and inform Her Ladyship not to expect me home till the morrow. Folks, with gaping mouth, watched his mid- dle-aged master start at a brisk trot down Warclilf Highway. An' by cricketty, wit' out 'is rui, coat, 'at, er stick! Folks, being an obedient coachman, started to Camerly Hall. The Prime Minister felt a new something rise .within himself. How lovely were those great puffs of golden clouds! And those wild pink roses on the stone wall! Why, even the dust of the road was fascinating-how it crept over his pointed black slippers! His wine- colored silk stockings became a comfortable nondescript tone. His face fell from its tension to a pleasant softness. GD HE Prime Minister climbed into his I I Suddenly he saw a whistling figure coming toward him from Waterby Lane. It was a slender young fellow-a tradesman probably. On closer view he was not so young, but un- mistakably a tradesman. Whistling a tinkling tune, he turned on Warcliff Highway and walked along the road across from the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister tried not to notice him, but found it rather difiicult to walk down a pretty country road with a single companion and not be aware of his presence. The younger man spoke first. Bound for anyw'ere in partic'lar, brother?,' The Prime Minister, to the best of his be- lief, had never been called brother by anyone, and instinctively stiffened his spine. Eh? Headed any place especially, I mean? Why-that is-why, no. No place of which I know. Then, brother, you and me is bound together -for I'm just soakin' up this God-given day- wonderful, be it not? The Prime Minister remembered his impress- ion of the weather earlier in the day and smiled. Yes-yes, a God-given day. You be a London man too, I believe? Yes-a London man. I be too, the whistling tradesman volun- teered. Keep a cheese shop down on Garcey- man Square, and glanced at the Prime Minis- ter as though challenging a similar revelation. The Prime Minister, however, did not see fit to answer, and the two trotted together down the sun-bathed road. Three hours. Neither spoke. Both men found the silence sufiicient and comforting. To the cheese merchant, the Prime Minister was but another comrade of the open road. To the Prime Minister, the tradesman was symbolic of the simplicity foreign to his own life of fashion and intrigue. To such a pair, fulfill- ing as they did each other's need, conversation was banal. The brilliant August sun deepened to crimson, seeming to smile on the curiously mated men-