"Well, it was impertinent. You wouldn't want to answer that question yourself, would you?"
"Sure I can answer it. I never intend to be a candidate for anything."
"Well, I don't think any friend of mine would try to get me to promise never to be a candidate again."
"I didn't ask you to promise."
"Well, that's all right," the ex-premier and the dove of peace returned.
Bryan was almost kissed again to-day.
B. F. Pace, a peace enthusiast, with outstretched arms and pursed-up lips, rushed upon the Nebraskan in the hotel lobby. Bryan blushed coyly, clapped his hand over his mouth and dodged behind a six-foot Texan.
"Not too fast there!" he warned.
Friends intervened.
Pace has bushy whiskers.