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"I met her in the hospital. She used to go there to see Zeb Meader." "That's so," said Mr. Redbrook; "Zeb told me about it, and she used to come to Mercer to see him after he got out. She ain't much like the old man, I callate." "I don't think she is," said Austen.
"Why, how be you, Austen?" he cried, extending a welcome hand; and, when Austen had told him his dilemma: "Come right along up to my lodgings. I live at the Widow Peasley's, and there's a vacant room next to mine." Austen accepted gratefully, and as they trudged through the storm up the hill, he inquired how legislative matters were progressing. Whereupon Mr. Redbrook unburdened himself.
"James Redbrook," he said, "until to-night I thought you were about as long-headed and sensible a man as there was in the State." "So I be," replied Mr. Redbrook, with a grin. "You ask young Tom Gaylord." "So Tom put you up to this nonsense." "It ain't nonsense," retorted Mr. Redbrook, stoutly, "and Tom didn't put me up to it. It's the' best notion that ever came into my mind."
Redbrook?" asked Austen, with a serious glance at the farmer's face. "It's so bad I don't know how to begin," said the member from Mercer, and paused suddenly. "But I don't want to hurt your feelings, Austen, seeing your father is where he is." "Go on," said Austen, "I understand." "Well," said Mr. Redbrook, "it just makes me tremble as an American citizen.
He is not the only person with whom I have talked who has forgotten it, or hasn't known of it." Austen was silent. "Why won't you be a candidate," she asked, in a low voice, "if such men as that want you?" "I am afraid Mr. Redbrook exaggerates," he said. "The popular demand of which he spoke is rather mythical.
The sleigh flew on up the hill, but she turned once more to look behind her, and he still had his hat in his hand, the snowflakes falling on his bared head. Then he was aware that James Redbrook was gazing at him curiously. "That's Flint's daughter, ain't it?" inquired the member from Mercer. "Didn't callate you'd know her." Austen flushed. He felt exceedingly foolish, but an answer came to him.
"But, really," he added, smiling at her in the moonlight, "I must protest against your belief that I could have been an effective candidate! I have roamed about the State, and I have made some very good friends here and there among the hill farmers, like Mr. Jenney. Mr. Redbrook is one of these. But it would have been absurd of me even to think of a candidacy founded on personal friendships.
They tell me that there may be another candidate in the field a dark horse." "Who?" asked Hilary. "There was a meeting in the room of a man named Redbrook during the Legislature to push this candidate," said Mr. Flint, eyeing his counsel significantly, "and now young Gaylord has been going quietly around the State in his interest."
"I guess you ain't disappointed 'em much," he declared, when the round was ended; "most of 'em knew me well enough to understand that cattle and live stock in general, includin' humans, is about as I represent 'em to be." "We have some confidence in your judgment, Brother Redbrook," answered Mr. Terry of Lee, "and now we've looked over the goods, it ain't set back any, I callate."
He is not the only person with whom I have talked who has forgotten it, or hasn't known of it." Austen was silent. "Why won't you be a candidate," she asked, in a low voice, "if such men as that want you?" "I am afraid Mr. Redbrook exaggerates," he said. "The popular demand of which he spoke is rather mythical.
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