Ample proof of his conclusion, if it were needed, came the next morning in a copy of the New York _Monitor_, Churchill's paper, which contained on its front page a long, double-leaded despatch, under a Milwaukee date line. It was Hobart who brought it in to Mr. Grayson and his little party at the breakfast-table. "Excuse me for interrupting you, Mr. Grayson," he said, flourishing the paper as if it were a sort of flag; "but here is something that you are bound to see. It's what might be called a word in your ear, or, at least, it seems to me to have that sound. I guess that Churchill got a beat on us all in Milwaukee." "I wish you would join us, Mr. Hobart, and read the whole article to us, if you will be so kind," said the candidate, calmly. Nothing could have pleased Hobart better, and he read with emphasis and care, resolved that his hearers should not lose a word. Churchill had a good style, and he possessed a certain skill in innuendo, therefore he was able throughout the article to make his meaning clear. He stated that among those surrounding the candidate--he could give names if he would, but it was not necessary--there was a certain feeling that Mr. Grayson was not quite--at least not yet--as large as the position for which he had been nominated. Keen observers had noticed in him a predisposition to rashness; he had spoken lightly more than once of great vested interests. "Uncle James, how could you be so lacking in reverence?" exclaimed Sylvia Morgan. Mr. Grayson merely smiled. "Go on, Mr. Hobart," he said. "'But some of the ablest minds in the country are closely watching Mr. Grayson,'" continued the article, "'and where he needs support or restraint he will receive it. There are certain issues not embodied in the platform from which he will be steered.'" "Now, I think that is too much!" exclaimed Mrs. Grayson, the indignant red rising in her cheeks. "Their printing it does not make it true, Anna," said the candidate, mildly. "As if you did not know enough to run your own campaign!" exclaimed the indignant wife. But Jimmy Grayson continued to smile. "We must expect this sort of thing," he said; "it would be a dull campaign without it. Please go on, Mr. Hobart." A number of eminent citizens, the article continued, would make a temporary sacrifice of their great business interests for the sake of the campaign and the people, and with their restraining care it was not likely that Mr. Grayson could go far wrong, as he seemed to be an amiable man, amenable to advice. Thus it continued at much length, and Harley, keen and experienced in such matters, knew very well whence Churchill had drawn his inspiration. "The editor, also, makes comment upon this warning," said Hobart, who was undeniably enjoying himself. "I should think that the despatch was enough," said Mrs. Grayson, whose indignation was not yet cooled. "But it isn't, Mrs. Grayson," said Hobart; "at least, the editor of the _Monitor_ does not think so. Listen.