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"Wouldn't give a Red Brook Seedling for Alvy," ejaculated the nasal Mr. Price. "D-don't like Red Brook Seedlings, Sam? D-don't like 'em?" said Jethro. He had parted his blue coat tails and seated himself on the stoop, his long legs hanging over it. "Never seed a man who had a good word to say for 'em," said Mr. Price, with less conviction. "Done well on mine," said Jethro, "d-done well.
"H-hain't done it yet, Alvy," answered Jethro, still looking out through the window curtains at the ever ganging groups of gentlemen in the street. These groups had a never ceasing interest for Jethro Bass. Mr. Wetherell didn't talk, but had he been the most incurable of gossips he felt that he could have done no damage to this mysterious affair, whatever it was. In a certain event, Mr.
Hain't the first time you've b'en a patron, Alvy." "Jethro," said Mr. Hopkins, solemnly, putting up his money, "I'm much obliged to you. I'm free to say I'd never have thought of it. If you ain't the all-firedest smartest man in America to-day, I don't except any, even General Grant, then I ain't the next governor of this state."
Ever sense she come down here t'other day she's stirred up more turmoil than any railroad bill I ever seed. She was most suffocated at the governor's ball with fellers tryin' to get dances some of 'em old fellers, too. And you understand about Alvy?" "What about him?" "Alvy says he's a-goin' to be the next governor, or fail up." Mr. Bixby's voice sank to a whisper, and he spoke into Mr.
For a few moments the Honorable Alva appeared to be groping, too, and then his face began to crease into a smile of comprehension. "By Godfrey, Jethro, but you are smart." he exclaimed, with involuntary tribute; "you mean buy up the theatre?" "C-callate you'll find it's bought up." "You mean pay for it?" said Mr. Hopkins. "You've guessed it, Alvy, you've guessed it." Mr.
Wetherell's ear. "Alvy says he has twenty-five thousand dollars to put in if necessary. I'll introduce you to him, Will," he added meaningly. "Guess you can help him some you understand?" "Mr. Bixby!" cried Mr. Wetherell, putting down his knife and fork. "There!" said Mr. Bixby, reassuringly; "'twon't be no bother. I know him as well as I do you call each other by our given names.
"Alvy," said Jethro, again, "'Uncle Tom's Cabin' comes to town to-morrow." Mr. Hopkins stopped fanning himself, and glanced at Jethro questioningly. "A-Alvy, that give you an idea?" said Jethro, mildly. Mr. Wetherell looked blank: it gave him no idea whatsoever, except of little Eva and the bloodhounds.
Ever sense she come down here t'other day she's stirred up more turmoil than any railroad bill I ever seed. She was most suffocated at the governor's ball with fellers tryin' to get dances some of 'em old fellers, too. And you understand about Alvy?" "What about him?" "Alvy says he's a-goin' to be the next governor, or fail up." Mr. Bixby's voice sank to a whisper, and he spoke into Mr.
"Well, Jethro," said the gentleman, "I've got to come into the Throne Room once a day anyhow, just to make sure you don't forget me eh?" "A-Alvy," said Jethro, "I want you to shake hands with a particular friend of mine, Mr. Will Wetherell of Coniston. Er Will, the Honorable Alvy Hopkins of Gosport." Mr. Hopkins rose from the bed as gradually as he had sunk down upon it, and seized Mr.
For a few moments the Honorable Alva appeared to be groping, too, and then his face began to crease into a smile of comprehension. "By Godfrey, Jethro, but you are smart." he exclaimed, with involuntary tribute; "you mean buy up the theatre?" "C-callate you'll find it's bought up." "You mean pay for it?" said Mr. Hopkins. "You've guessed it, Alvy, you've guessed it." Mr.
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