“'Twill boom your business in great style. Better even for groceries than boots and shoes, for food is a daily consumption.” “I wouldn't go on the stump just to advertise my business.” “Of course not. You would take just what the gods provided and ask no questions, and make no comments. Shall we put you down for, say, twenty nights?” Quincy consented, but he stipulated that he was not to be placed in any city or town where he had a store. Mr. Thwing vehemently objected. “Why, the men who want you to come live where the stores are.” “I can't help it. Put me in the next town, and if they're so anxious to hear me they'll come.” After the campaign was over, the votes cast, and the victory won, Mr. Thwing said, “That was a good business idea of yours, Governor, about your not going into the towns where your stores were. Of course you instructed your general manager.” “I don't know what you mean,” said Quincy. “Didn't you know when you spoke in places adjoining those in which you had stores that your Mr. Chripp, I think that's the name--just flooded the towns with circulars announcing that you were to speak and that you were the President of the grocery company doing business in the adjoining city, that your goods were the best, your prices the lowest--and that your teams would deliver goods free of charge in all places within five miles?” Mr. Thwing stopped to take breath, and Quincy nearly lost his in astonishment. “Great business idea, Mr. Sawyer.” “I knew nothing about it. I should have stopped it had I known.” “Why so? You got a double ad. Bright man that Chripp. You'll have to raise his salary.” Quincy did not reply. The deed was done, and a public explanation would do no good. Chripp surely had his employer's interests at heart, even if he had mixed politics and business rather too openly. The next month's statement showed a great increase in trade. Mr. Chripp was not called to account, but his salary was materially increased at the suggestion of young Quincy. The new President had been inaugurated, the Cabinet nominees confirmed, and the distribution of political “plums” began. Quincy felt that the lightning had struck in the wrong place when he was approached and sounded as to whether he would accept a foreign mission. He talked the matter over with his wife. “Quincy,” said she, “I would go, if I were you.” “Are you not happy here?” “Yes, and no. Happy to be near my son, and relatives and friends; no, because your business takes you away so much that I see little of you. If you take the mission, I shall have you with me all the time. I am selfish, I know, but it is my love for you that makes me so.” The Hon. Quincy Adams Sawyer was nominated and confirmed as Ambassador to Austria-Hungary. Alice had made the selection. “Let us go to Vienna, Quincy. It was there we met after our long separation--and, this is purely a personal matter, I wish to study the scenes of my story, 'The Son of Sergius,' at close range.”