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
"Like to get over to Frankfort, don't you, Colonel?" asked Conley of
Ohio, in the bald way that men had of inducing the colonel to talk
about Kentucky.
"Well, suh, yes, suh, in a ce'tain sense I dew. It's ve'y pleasant
to' a gentleman to meet all his old friends and comrades in ahms, as
I do theah, but I will say this, suhs, that theah is at Frankfo't
an aggregation of men who seemingly fo' ages have been hanging onto
the public teat theah, suhs, and who, if the good Lawd would see
fit to snatch them to his bosom, would be the subjects of a special
dispensation of divahn Providence in which I could acquiesce, suhs,
with an enthusiasm that would be tuhbulent and even riotous."
After this the colonel, feeling that politeness demanded the
elimination of himself from his conversation, temporarily at least,
turned to Garwood and said:
"Have you got a contes' on in yoah district this yeah, Colonel?"
"I always have had," said Garwood, and a sudden rueful expression
overspread his countenance, "and I know no reason to expect any change
in the ordinary routine this year."
"Well, suh. I wish I weh at liberty to go into yoah district this fall
and make some speeches fo' you," said the colonel, with that naïve
conceit of his which led him to feel that his presence would save the
day for Garwood.
"If you could go out there _now_, with your gun, and in approved
Kentucky style, kill off a few men I could name, I would like it
almost as well," Garwood replied.
The colonel made no answer to this. But he looked a stern rebuke at
Garwood, as at one who trifled with grave and serious matters.
They sat there and drank and listened to the colonel's stories until
the evening came, until the night itself had fallen. And then Garwood
received Pusey's telegram, and it smote him dumb in the middle of a
laugh. He had only time to ask Colonel Bird to request a leave of
absence for him, before he hurried away to pack his bag. The colonel
was delighted, of course, to have the opportunity to act for a friend
in any matter. In fact, nothing could please him more than to be
enabled to rise in his place in the House in all that morning dignity
which no dissipation of the previous night could impair, and address
the Speaker. And it may have been merely to show his appreciation
of the confidence thus reposed in him, that he went with Garwood to
see him safely aboard his train, on which he was to speed westward,
with troubled mind, through the mountains and over the plains, out to
Illinois.
VII
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