“At the least,” said I, “they should count for forty thousand. A man votes with a full beard; then he votes with his chin shaved; then he shaves the sides of his face and votes with a mustache; lastly he votes with a smooth face and retires to re-grow a beard against the next campaign. Ten thousand men should tally forty thousand votes. Registration and all, however, would run the cost of such an enterprise to full five hundred thousand dollars.” “Money is no object,” returned Morton, covering a yawn delicately with his slim hand, “to men who feel that their fortunes, don't y' know, and perhaps their lives, are on the cast. Bring us Tammany for this one war, and I'll guarantee three millions in the till of the machine; I will, really! You would have to take those ten thousand recruits from Philadelphia into your own hands, however; we Silk Stockings don't own the finesse required to handle such a consignment of goods. Besides, if we did, think what wretched form it would be.” To hide what was in my thought, I made a pretense of considering the business in every one of its angles. There was a minute during which neither of us spoke. “Why should I put the machine,” I asked at last, “in unnecessary peril of the law? This should be a campaign of fire. Every stick of those three millions you speak of would go to stoke the furnaces. I will do as well, and win more surely, with the labor people.” “But do you want to put the mob in possession?” demanded Morton, emerging a bit from his dandyisms. “I'm no purist of politics; indeed, I think I'm rather practical than otherwise, don't y' know. I am free to say, however, that I fear a worst result should those savages of a dinner-can and a dollar-a-day, succeed--really! You should think once in a while, and particularly in a beastly squall like the present, of the City itself.” “Should I?” I returned. “Now I'll let you into an organization tenet. Tammany, blow high, blow low, thinks only of itself.” “You would be given half the offices, remember.” “And the Police?” “And the Police.” “Tammany couldn't keep house without the police,” said I, laughing. “You've seen enough of our housekeeping to know that.” “You may have the police, and what else you will.” “Well,” said I, bringing the talk to a close, “I can't give you an answer now. I must look the situation in the eyes. To be frank, I don't think either the Tammany interest or my own runs with yours in this. I, with my people, live at the other end of the lane.” While Morton and I were talking, I had come to a decision. I would name the reputable old gentleman for mayor. He was stricken of years; but I bethought me how for that very reason he might be, when elected, the easier to deal with. But I would keep my resolve from Morton. There was no stress of hurry; the election was months away. I might see reason to change. One should ever put off his contract-making until the last. Besides, Morton would feel the better for a surprise.