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"You seem to be in a brown study," said Carmen, who came up, leaning on the arm of the Earl of Chisholm. "I'm lost in admiration. You must make allowance, Miss Eschelle, for a person from the country." "Oh, we are all from the country. That is the beauty of it. There is Mr. Hollowell, used to drive a peddler's cart, or something of that sort, up in Maine, talking with Mr.
Jerry is going to build a palace out on the Massachusetts Avenue extension bigger than the White House." "I don't want to hear anything about Hollowell." "But he is the coming man. He represents the democratic plutocracy that we are coming to." All Morgan's banter couldn't shake Margaret's enjoyment of the cheerful city. "You like it as well as anybody," she told him. And in truth he and Mrs.
Jerry Hollowell sat down and began to fan himself. It was very hot in the office. "Seems to me it's lunch-time. Great Scott! what a lot of time I used to waste fighting the newspapers! That thing would have played the devil as it stood. It will be comparatively harmless now. It will make a little talk, but there is nothing to get hold of. Queer, about the difference of a word or two.
"I suppose," said Uncle Jerry, blandly, "that is because they are interested in the prosperity of the country, and have simple democratic tastes for themselves. I'm afraid you are not democratic, Miss Eschelle." "Oh, I'm anxious about the public also. I'm on your side, Mr. Hollowell; but you don't go far enough.
When Henderson rose to propose the health of Jerry Hollowell, neither he nor the man he eulogized as a creator of industries whose republican patriotism was not bound by State lines nor circumscribed by sections was without a sense of the humor of the situation. And yet in a certain way Mr. Hollowell was conscious that he merited the eulogy.
This is just the place for counts. I shouldn't wonder, Maria, if you'd like to be a countess. We can afford it the Countess Jeremiah, eh?" and Uncle Jerry's eyes twinkled. "Don't be a goose, Mr. Hollowell," bringing her fat hands round in front of her, so that she could see the sparkle of the diamond rings on them.
"It's not for sale. Seven figures wouldn't touch it." He looked at it lovingly before he put it up, and then added: "Well, there's a figure for each, Rodney, and a big nest-egg for the old woman besides. There's nothing like it, old man. You'd better come in." And he put his hand affectionately on Henderson's knee. Jeremiah Hollowell commonly known as Jerry was a remarkable man.
Yes, I suppose so, as far as his interests go. He isn't a bad sort of fellow very long-headed." "Dear," said Margaret, with hesitation, "I wish you didn't have anything to do with such men." "Why, dearest?" "Oh, I don't know. You needn't laugh. It rather lets one down; and it isn't like you." Henderson laughed aloud now. "But you needn't associate with Hollowell.
"I suppose," said Uncle Jerry, blandly, "that is because they are interested in the prosperity of the country, and have simple democratic tastes for themselves. I'm afraid you are not democratic, Miss Eschelle." "Oh, I'm anxious about the public also. I'm on your side, Mr. Hollowell; but you don't go far enough.
The public good is one of the motives that looks best in Washington. Henderson and Hollowell got what they wanted in regard to the Southwest consolidation, and got it in the most gentlemanly way. Nobody was bought, no one was offered a bribe.
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