United States or Austria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"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.
"S-seen your gal Alvy seen your gal?" Mr. Hopkins gave a glance at Wetherell. "Will don't talk," said Jethro, and resumed his inspection through the lace curtains of what was going on in the street. "Cassandry's, got him to go," said Mr. Hopkins. "It's all fixed, as sure as Sunday. If it misses fire, then I'll never mention the governorship again.
Wetherell's hand impressively. His own was very moist. "Heard you was in town, Mr. Wetherell," he said heartily. "If Jethro calls you a particular friend, it means something, I guess. It means something to me, anyhow." "Will hain't a politician," said Jethro. "Er Alvy?" "Hello!" said Mr. Hopkins. "Er Will don't talk."
"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.
Hopkins gazed at him in admiration, leaned out of the perpendicular, and promptly drew from his trousers' pocket a roll of stupendous proportions. Wetting his thumb, he began to push aside the top bills. "How much is it?" he demanded. But Jethro put up his hand. "No hurry, Alvy n-no hurry. H-Honorable Alvy Hopkins of Gosport p-patron of the theatre.
"If Jethro had been real tactful," said the Honorable Alvy, sinking down again, "he'd have introduced me as the next governor of the state. Everybody knows I want to be governor, everybody knows I've got twenty thousand dollars in the bank to pay for that privilege. Everybody knows I'm going to be governor if Jethro says so."
Whereupon he lapsed into an even more expressive silence, his face still glowing. "Er Alvy," said Jethro presently, "what's the name of your gal?" "Well," said Mr. Hopkins, "I guess you've got me. We did christen her Lily, but she didn't turn out exactly Lily. She ain't the type," said Mr. Hopkins, slowly, not without a note of regret, and lapsed into silence.
Her pawn, which was far from unbecoming, was in keeping with those gifts with which nature had endowed her. She carried her head high, and bestowed swift and evidently fatal glances to right and left during her progress through the room. Mr. Bixby's voice roused the storekeeper from this contemplation of the beauty. "That's Alvy Hopkins of Gosport and his daughter. Fine gal, hain't she?
Speaker," said he, amidst a general tittering from the front seats. Speaker, I hain't ag'in' 'Uncle Tom's Cabin. It's a good play, and it's done an almighty lot of good. And I hain't sayin' nothin' ag'in' Alvy Hopkins nor his munificence. But I do know there's a sight of little bills on that desk that won't be passed if we don't set to-morrow night little bills that are big bills for us farmers.
Hopkins gazed at him in admiration, leaned out of the perpendicular, and promptly drew from his trousers' pocket a roll of stupendous proportions. Wetting his thumb, he began to push aside the top bills. "How much is it?" he demanded. But Jethro put up his hand. "No hurry, Alvy n-no hurry. H-Honorable Alvy Hopkins of Gosport p-patron of the theatre.
Word Of The Day