CHAPTER XI.
A STORMY INTERVIEW.
On a night shortly subsequent to the day on which the playing and singing of Morlene had so greatly affected Dorlan, he had a visitor.
"How goes it, Dorl, old boy" said his visitor, slapping Dorlan on the shoulder familiarly.
"I am doing well, I hope, Congressman Bloodworth. Accept a seat in my humble quarters," Dorlan replied. Congressman Bloodworth dropped into a chair, crossed his short legs and began stroking his red mustache.
Congressman Bloodworth was a white man, with an abnormally large head and a frame somewhat corpulent. His complexion was sallow and his skin very coarse. His eyes were large but exceedingly tame in appearance. He lifted his hat from his head revealing an abundance of hair of a brilliantly red hue.
Dorlan took a seat at some little distance from Congressman Bloodworth anticipating that the interview was not to end pleasantly.
"Well, Dorlan, I have come for my answer," said Congressman Bloodworth in his gross voice.