The 13th District: A Story of a CandidateWhitlock, Brand
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The 13th District: A Story of a Candidate
Whitlock, Brand
Didactic fiction; Elections -- Fiction; Political campaigns -- Fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
The motion prevailed. The sun was a red ball, hanging low beyond the
river. It seemed that the hour was the hottest of the afternoon. Pusey
was sitting there moving his wrinkled jaws and puckered lips over his
tobacco, as inscrutably as the Singed Cat himself might have done, had
he chewed tobacco. It would take a night to find the bearings that had
been lost that afternoon.
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General Barrett, hearing from Pekin that his county's delegation had
taken pardonable liberties with his name at the convention, arrived
on an evening train, and though his quiescent absence would have
suited his supporters better, they welcomed him at the old station
with as much enthusiasm as they could generate on so short a notice.
The general drove to the hotel in a carriage, and when he entered the
office bowed seriously, playing well the part of the distinguished
and respectable leader whom the voice of the people had summoned. To
Cowley, who interviewed him when his headquarters had been opened,
he said solemnly that he was in the hands of his friends, that he
considered this a fair field and an open contest, and esteemed his
own opportunities to be as favorable as those of either of the other
distinguished and able candidates.
All through the hot night the rooms of the three candidates blazed.
Delegates hung about them as the nocturnal bugs wheeling in on heavy
wing from the darkness outside fluttered around the coal oil lights,
though not all of them stuck as closely to the flame that had brought
them thither as did those hapless insects whose tragic fate matted
their wings at last to the oily glass bowls of the lamps. The general
remained in his room, democratically, where all could see him and
grasp his hand, and doubtless derived as much satisfaction from these
little levees as if he were holding larger and more significant ones.
Both Sprague and Garwood had other rooms opening off those where
the public were invited to gather and participate freely in the
distribution of campaign cigars that stood in boxes on the center
tables.
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