Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
"You were standing with him, in front of the little house, when I save
you yesterday. His name was Redbrook. It appears that he had seen me,"
Victoria replied, "when I went to Mercer to call on Zeb Meader. And he
asked me if I knew you."
"Of course you denied it," said Austen.
"I couldn't, very well," laughed Victoria, "because you had confessed to
the acquaintance first."
"He merely wished to have the fact corroborated. Mr. Redbrook is a man
who likes to be sure of his ground."
"He told me a very interesting thing about you," she continued slowly,
with her eye upon. Austen's profile. "He said that a great many men
wanted you to be their candidate for governor of the State,--more than
you had any idea of,--and that you wouldn't consent. Mr. Redbrook grew so
enthusiastic that he forgot, for the moment, my--relationship to the
railroad. He is not the only person with whom I have talked who has
--forgotten it, or hasn't known of it."
Austen was silent.
"Why won't you be a candidate," she asked, in a low voice, "if such men
as that want you?"
"I am afraid Mr. Redbrook exaggerates," he said. "The popular demand of
which he spoke is rather mythical. And I should be inclined to accuse
him, too, of a friendly attempt to install me in your good graces."
"No," answered Victoria, smiling, with serious eyes, "I won't be put off
that way. Mr. Redbrook isn't the kind of man that exaggerates--I've seen
enough of his type to know that. And he told me about your--reception
last night at the Widow Peasley's. You wouldn't have told me," she added
reproachfully.
He laughed.
"It was scarcely a subject I could have ventured," he said.
"But I asked you," she objected. "Now tell me, why did you refuse to be
their candidate? It wasn't because you were not likely to get elected,
was it?"
He permitted himself a glance which was a tribute of admiration--a glance
which she returned steadfastly.
"It isn't likely that I should have been elected," he answered, "but you
are right--that is not the reason I refused."
"I thought not," she said, "I did not believe you were the kind of man to
refuse for that reason. And you would have been elected."
"What makes you think so?" he asked curiously.
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