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She sat down again and laid her book on the table, while Mr. Gulmore continued: "The election's next Monday week, and I've no time to lose." A moment's silence, and he let his question fall casually: "You know this Professor Roberts don't you? He was at the University when you were there eh?" The girl flushed slightly as she assented. "They say he's smart, an' he ken talk.
"Oh!" said Sheen, politely. "We shall get one or two more chaps to help next time. It isn't good enough, only us two. We had four great beefy hooligans on to us when Linton got his tooth knocked out. We had to run. There's a regular gang of them going about the town, now that the election's on. A red-headed fellow, who looks like a butcher, seems to boss the show. They call him Albert.
"I aint said nothin' about y'r uncle as aint public anyways. It's in the papers off an' on, see? An' now another election's comin' down the pike, y'll have to be gittin' used to all kinds o' spiels. Fac's is fac's, kid, an' when I says the Hon.
Morning, 'Mexico'!" "Mornin'," grunted "Mexico," nodding first to the editor and then to McKenty. "How is things, 'Mexico'?" said the editor, in his most ingratiating manner. "How?" "How are the boys? Vote solid? Election's coming on, you know." "Comin' on soon?" "Well, it looks that way, but really one can't say. We ought to be ready, though." "Can't be too soon," said "Mexico." "How is that?"
"He couldn't have got it, anyhow. And he doesn't want it. I do, honey. I need it in my business. When the election's over you're going to marry me." She ignored that. "I don't like the men who come here, Louis. I wish they were not friends of yours." "Friends of mine! That bunch?" "You are always with them." "I draw a salary for being with them, honey." "But what do you draw a salary for?"
"What I can't understand," said Steger, "is why these fellows should be so anxious to punish you, unless it is for the effect on the State at large. The election's over. I understand there's a movement on now to get Stener out in case he is convicted, which he will be. They have to try him.
I would if I could honest fighting between gentlefolks; but I may use it before the Election's over to make these rogues laugh on the wrong side of their faces." She used to say afterwards that the words came into her mouth like prophesying: but I believe she just spoke out in her temper, as women will.
"There now," said Dr. Mangan, thumping the envelope that he had just closed and directed, on the blotting-paper, with his big fist, "I want you to run round to Hallinan's with this for me." "Is it a hurry?" asked Tishy, unwillingly. "It is. It's to order rooms for Larry Coppinger. He's coming to stay in town till the election's over. Sit down there a minute."
He sat on the bed and pulled the covers away from her face. "What are you so grouchy about, pet?" he inquired, chucking her under the chin. "Nothing." "Too much booze, I'll bet. Well, sleep your grouch off. I've got a date with Finnegan. The election's coming on, and I have to work lining up the vote and getting the repeaters ready. It all means good money for me. Look out about the booze, lady.
'Aven't they told you any of 'em? Boomfood! You know Boomfood. What all the election's about. Scientific sort of stuff. 'Asn't no one ever told you?" He thought prison had made his brother a fearful duffer not to know that. They made wide shots at each other by way of question and answer. Between these scraps of talk were intervals of window-gazing.
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