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There was a feeling in the crowd that the joke was on Tillotson. "I wonder how many of you have told your pasts to Tinkersfield! How many of you have made Tillotson your father confessor? "As for me" her head was high "I sell sandwiches. I am very busy. I hardly have time to think. But when I do think it is of something besides village gossip." She grew suddenly earnest; leaned down to them.
It's Tinkersfield. You want an honest man. And O-liver Lee's honest. He doesn't want your money. He's got enough of his own. His father's the richest man in his part of the state and his wife's a movie actress and makes as much as the President. It sounds like a fairy tale, but it isn't. If O-liver Lee wanted to live on his father or his wife he could hold out his hand and let things drop into it.
"You haven't time to think of it either," she told them; "have you, men of Tinkersfield?" Her appeal was direct, and the answer came back to her in a roar from the men who knew courage when they saw it; who knew, indeed, innocence! "No!" And it was that "No" which beat Tillotson. "The way she put it over," Atwood exulted afterward, "to a packed crowd like this!"
"Well, she thinks I've got it in me to get anywhere. She insists that if I'd put my heart into it I might be President." One saw their likeness to each other in their twinkling eyes! "She says that men follow me; and they do. I've found that out since I went to Tinkersfield. She wants me to go into politics there's a gang down there that rules the town rotten crowd.
Tinkersfield had assumed a sudden importance as an oil town. All of the men had business connected in some way with Tinkersfield. And all of them earned more than fifteen dollars a week. Therefore they disputed O-liver's statement. "If you had a wife " said one. "Ah," said O-liver, "if I had " "Ain't you got any ambition?" Henry Bittinger demanded.
There were those in the crowd who began to feel that a weak spot had been found in O-liver's armor. Secrecy! They didn't like it. There were signs of wavering among some who had squared their shoulders. After all, they didn't want to make a Sunday school of Tinkersfield.
There was a baseball park in Tinkersfield, bounded at the west end by a grove of eucalyptus. With this grove as a background a platform had been erected. From the platform the rival candidates would speak. At this time of the year it would be daylight when the meeting opened. Tillotson was not to speak for himself. He had brought a man down from San Francisco, a big politician with an oily tongue.
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