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In
a
few
moments
Hilma
was
surrounded
by
a
group
of
young
men
,
clamouring
for
dances
.
They
came
from
all
corners
of
the
barn
,
leaving
the
other
girls
precipitately
,
almost
rudely
.
There
could
be
little
doubt
as
to
who
was
to
be
the
belle
of
the
occasion
.
Hilma
’
s
little
triumph
was
immediate
,
complete
.
Annixter
could
hear
her
voice
from
time
to
time
,
its
usual
velvety
huskiness
vibrating
to
a
note
of
exuberant
gayety
.
All
at
once
the
orchestra
swung
off
into
a
march
—
the
Grand
March
.
There
was
a
great
rush
to
secure
“
partners
.
”
Young
Vacca
,
still
going
the
rounds
,
was
pushed
to
one
side
.
The
gayly
apparelled
clerk
from
the
Bonneville
store
lost
his
head
in
the
confusion
.
He
could
not
find
his
“
partner
.
”
He
roamed
wildly
about
the
barn
,
bewildered
,
his
eyes
rolling
.
He
resolved
to
prepare
an
elaborate
programme
card
on
the
back
of
an
old
envelope
.
Rapidly
the
line
was
formed
,
Hilma
and
Harran
Derrick
in
the
lead
,
Annixter
having
obstinately
refused
to
engage
in
either
march
,
set
or
dance
the
whole
evening
.
Soon
the
confused
shuffling
of
feet
settled
to
a
measured
cadence
;
the
orchestra
blared
and
wailed
,
the
snare
drum
,
rolling
at
exact
intervals
,
the
cornet
marking
the
time
.
It
was
half
-
past
eight
o
’
clock
.
Annixter
drew
a
long
breath
:
“
Good
,
”
he
muttered
,
“
the
thing
is
under
way
at
last
.
”
Singularly
enough
,
Osterman
also
refused
to
dance
.
The
week
before
he
had
returned
from
Los
Angeles
,
bursting
with
the
importance
of
his
mission
.
He
had
been
successful
.
He
had
Disbrow
“
in
his
pocket
.
”
He
was
impatient
to
pose
before
the
others
of
the
committee
as
a
skilful
political
agent
,
a
manipulator
.
He
forgot
his
attitude
of
the
early
part
of
the
evening
when
he
had
drawn
attention
to
himself
with
his
wonderful
clothes
.
Now
his
comic
actor
’
s
face
,
with
its
brownish
-
red
cheeks
,
protuberant
ears
and
horizontal
slit
of
a
mouth
,
was
overcast
with
gravity
.
His
bald
forehead
was
seamed
with
the
wrinkles
of
responsibility
.
He
drew
Annixter
into
one
of
the
empty
stalls
and
began
an
elaborate
explanation
,
glib
,
voluble
,
interminable
,
going
over
again
in
detail
what
he
had
reported
to
the
committee
in
outline
.
“
I
managed
—
I
schemed
—
I
kept
dark
—
I
lay
low
—
—
”
But
Annixter
refused
to
listen
.
“
Oh
,
rot
your
schemes
.
There
’
s
a
punch
in
the
harness
room
that
will
make
the
hair
grow
on
the
top
of
your
head
in
the
place
where
the
hair
ought
to
grow
.
Come
on
,
we
’
ll
round
up
some
of
the
boys
and
walk
into
it
.
”
