The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New YorkLewis, Alfred Henry
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The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New York
Lewis, Alfred Henry
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Political fiction; Politicians -- Fiction
“But I hit upon an expedient. If I could but touch his fad--if I might
but reach that name of De Vallier, I would have him on the hip. So with
that, don't y' know, I had a bill introduced to change the fellow's name
to Dummeldinger. I did, 'pon my honor! The Assembly adopted it gladly.
The Senate was about to do the same, when the horrified De Vallier threw
himself at my feet. He would die if he were called Dummeldinger!
“The poor fellow's grief affected me very much; my sympathies are easily
excited--they are, really! And Dummeldinger was such a beastly name! I
couldn't withstand De Vallier's pleadings. I caused the bill changing
his name to be withdrawn, and in the fervor of his gratitude, De Vallier
voted for that railway measure. It was my kindness that won him; in his
relief to escape 'Dummeldinger,' De Vallier was ready to die for me.”
It was evening, and in the younger hours I had pulled my chair before
the blaze, and was thinking on Apple Cheek, and how I would give the
last I owned of money and power to have her by me. This was no uncommon
train; I've seen few days since she died that did not fill my memory
with her image.
Outside raged a threshing storm of snow that was like a threat for
bitterness, and it made the sticks in the fireplace snap and sparkle in
a kind of stout defiance, as though inviting it to do its worst.
In the next room were Anne and Blossom, and with them young Van Flange.
I could hear the murmur of their voices, and at intervals a little laugh
from him.
An hour went by; the door between opened, and young Van Flange, halting
a bit with hesitation that was not without charm, stepped into my
presence. He spoke with grace and courage, however, when once he was
launched, and told me his love and asked for Blossom. Then my girl came,
and pressed her face to mine. Anne, too, was there, like a blessing and
a hope.
They were married:--my girl and young Van Flange. Morton came to my aid;
and I must confess that it was he, with young Van Flange, who helped us
to bridesmaids and ushers, and what others belong with weddings in their
carrying out. I had none upon whom I might call when now I needed wares
of such fine sort; while Blossom, for her part, living her frightened
life of seclusion, was as devoid of acquaintances or friends among the
fashionables as any abbess might have been.
The street was thronged with people when we drove up, and inside the
church was such a jam of roses and folk as I had never beheld. Wide was
the curious interest in the daughter of Tammany's Chief; and Blossom
must have felt it, for her hand fluttered like a bird on my arm as, with
organ crashing a wedding march, I led her up the aisle. At the altar
rail were the bishop and three priests. And so, I gave my girl away.
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