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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."
Must have hurried some they tell me he was settin' way down in front alongside of Alvy Hopkins's gal, and when Airley hollered out she screeched and clutched on to Al, and Al said somethin' he hadn't ought to and tore off one of them pink gew-gaws she was covered with. He was the maddest man I ever see. Some of the club was crowded inside, behind the seats, standin' up to see the show.
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.
"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.
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?
"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.
"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."
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.
"W-what did you say her name was, Alvy?" "I guess her name's Cassandra," said the Honorable Alva. "C-Cassandry?" "Well, you see," he explained a trifle apologetically, "she's kind of taken some matters in her own hands, my gal. Didn't like Lily, and it didn't seem to fit her anyway, so she called herself Cassandra. Read it in a book.
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