United States or Mayotte ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


He had never "run" for any office himself, and was not nearly so well known to the mass of the electorate as many of his creatures. The senator, like the mayor or office-messenger of his choice, got all the glory: Mr. Gulmore was satisfied with winning the victory, and reaping the fruits of it.

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.

Gulmore, who after a long absence, hearing the Romanizing tendencies that threatened to desolate this once stanch Presbyterian family, came, he said, "with his sickle," to cut down the cockles, and "weed out this once fertile but now overgrown garden." "What is this I have been hearing?" thundered the little thick man, stamping on the floor.

Talk it over with May and you see that Gulmore challenges you to prove the corruption or else withdraw the imputation? What do you mean to do?" "I'll prove it, of course. Long before I spoke I had gone into that paving contract; it was clearly a fraud." "Well, I'd think, if I were you, before I acted, though you're a great help to me; your last speech was very powerful."

If I ken, that's my business and yours, ain't it? Or, are we to work for nothin' because he's a fool?" While Mr. Gulmore was speaking, Mr. Hutchings gave himself to thought. After all, why was he running for Mayor? The place, as Gulmore said, would be of no use to him. He was weary of fighting which only ended in defeat, and could only end in a victory that would be worthless. Mayor, indeed!

At a million our Court House'll be cheap; and if the Professor had the contract with the plans accordin' to requirement to-morrow, he'd make nothin' out of it not a red cent. No, sir. If I ken, that's my business and yours, ain't it? Or, are we to work for nothin' because he's a fool?" While Mr. Gulmore was speaking, Mr. Hutchings gave himself to thought. After all, why was he running for Mayor?

His size and strength seemed to be the physical equivalents of an extraordinary power of character and will. When Mrs. Gulmore followed the servants out of the room the girl rose from her chair and went towards the door. She was stopped by her father's voice: "Ida, I want a talk with you. You'll be able to go to your books afterwards; I won't keep you long."

As Lawyer Hutchings, overborne by the authority of the voice and manner, sat down, he noticed that Mr. Prentiss had disappeared. Interpreting rightly the other's glance, Mr. Gulmore began: "We're alone, Hutchin's. This matter shall be played fair and square. I guess you know that my word can be taken at its face-value."

There's no small vicious malice or hate in him; but he's overbearing and loves a fight. Is it worth your while to make an enemy of him? We're sure to be beaten." "Of course it isn't worth my while in that sense, but it's my duty, I think, as you think it yours. Remark, too, that I've never attacked Mr. Gulmore never even mentioned him. I've criticised the system, and avoided personalities."

In the beginning Miss Gulmore was not attracted by Professor Roberts; she thought him insignificant physically; he was neat of dress too, and ingenuously eager in manner all of which conflicted with her ideal of manhood.