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Softly she slid into the outer room and sank into a chair. "But you're the clerk of the election, Squiers; you can't deny that," Hopkins was saying in a blustering, imperious voice. "That's true enough," answered the dentist, more calmly. "Then you've got the registration books in your possession." "I admit that," was the reply. "But you're asking me to incriminate myself, 'Rast.
When Hopkins ceased there was a brief silence. Perhaps Dr. Squiers was thinking. "I simply must have those votes, Doc," resumed the Representative. "It's the only way I can win." "You've made a bungle of the whole campaign," said Squiers, bitterly. "That's a lie. I've done a lot of clever work. But these infernal city girls came down here and stirred up all the trouble."
"Well, I declare!" said the visitor. "Did you know her before that, Mrs. Hopkins?" "Why, I didn't exactly know her, but I seen her workin' around Miss Squiers's place many a time, and she didn't seem to 'mount to much, even then. One day she stole a di'mond ring off'n old Miss Squiers and dug out, and I told Nancy then Nancy's young Miss Squiers that I'd always had my suspicions of the hussy.
But she was too young to marry, an' she wanted to be earnin' money; so she got a job workin' fer Doc Squiers, over to Elmwood. He's the dentist there, an' Lucy helped with the housework an' kept the office slicked up, an' earned ev'ry penny she got." He stopped here, and looked vacantly around. Beth tried to help the old man. "And then?" she asked, softly. "Then come the trouble, miss.
Squiers was correct in saying that such a crime was a state's prison offense. Our discovery of it will send both Erastus Hopkins and Dr. Squiers to prison. Probably Mr. Marshall, the manager of the mill, will go with them." "Oh, I don't like that!" exclaimed Patsy. "Nor do I," added Kenneth. "It would be a sad beginning to my political career to send three such men to prison.
Squiers probably registered 'em all right, and they'll probably vote for Hopkins." "Wait a moment, sir!" cried Erastus, as Uncle John was turning away. "That speech demands an explanation, and I mean to have it." "Oh, you do? Well, I don't object.
"Look here, 'Rast," said Squiers, doggedly, "you're making a tool of me in this campaign. Why should I be used and abused just to elect Erastus Hopkins, I'd like to know. You sacrificed me when I might have been Sheriff." "You're well paid for that, Doc." "And now you want me to put my neck in a noose for your advantage. I won't do it, 'Rast, and that's a fact." Mr. Hopkins coughed.
Conger awards unstinted praise, the British legation was made a veritable fortress. The British minister, Sir Claude MacDonald, was chosen general commander of the defense, with the secretary of the American legation, Mr. E. G. Squiers, as chief of staff.
"Not a man shall vote who is not properly registered." "I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Hopkins. Perhaps you can get that twenty-five hundred back. I don't think Squiers has cashed the check yet." The Honorable Erastus gave a roar like a wild bull, but Uncle John had walked quietly out and climbed into his buggy. He looked back, and seeing Mr.
"But mark you, sir; if an attempt is made to vote those men tomorrow, I shall arrest you, as well as Mr. Hopkins and Dr. Squiers." "This is preposterous, sir!" blustered the manager. "There will be no attempt made to vote them." "I am quite sure of it," was the reply. "You may thank Mr. Forbes for warning you in time. He wished to save you, and so sent me here." "Oh, he did!" Mr.
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