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He kicked over the machine, and the scheme won't work now; it could have been snapped through, but it can't be bulled through not with the bunch forewarned and on the lookout. Your political chances with Vard Waymouth, Harlan, don't amount to that!" He clicked his finger smartly above his head. "You may as well go back up-country and boss the Quedaws."
If you don't propose to do it, then resign." "No, sir!" shouted Presson. "Then get busy collect a campaign fund and make these last three weeks hum! This is largely a matter between friends, right here now. I've told Vard what I think of him, and I haven't minced words. It's bad enough for a man to try to be absolutely honest in politics. That's where he's making his mistake.
My good fellow, my own brougham is at the door." "I know, I know but they're there too, sir; or they will be, inside of a minute. For God's sake, Mr. Vard, don't trifle! There's a way out by Thirteenth Street, I tell you" "Bardwell's myrmidons, eh?" said Vard. "Help me on with my overcoat, Cornley, will you?" Cornley's teeth chattered. "Mr.
That will be elevating accidents onto too high a plane. If Vard Waymouth is the next Governor of this State there'll be some wire fences that he won't be able to sit on. There'll be too many barbs. We'll put top rails onto all the fences we can. But you can't make any fence safe for those that are bound to butt head-first into barbed wire. Waymouth isn't the kind to do any butting.
One of Vard's associates Bardwell, wasn't it? threatened disclosures. The rival machine got hold of him, the Independents took him to their bosom, and the press shrieked for an investigation. It was not the first storm Vard had weathered, and his face wore just the right shade of cool vigilance; he wasn't the man to fall into the mistake of appearing too easy.
"Vat ansair shall I bear to Mr. Bainrothe from his vard?" asked the Mercury of my Jove, clasping his costumed hands together, then dropping them meekly before him. "I vait de reply of Miss Monfort vid patience. Dere is pen, and ink, and papair, I perceive, on dat table. Be good enough to write at once your reply to de vise conditions of your excellent guardian." "You know them, then?"
That's the only pledge I'll give. I'm afraid I haven't any promise for the old machine, Thelismer." He smiled. "We don't need any," returned the Duke, briskly. "We know Vard Waymouth. But there's one pledge I do want from you. This whole thing is to be left in my hands so far as announcement goes. My plan of campaign makes that much necessary.
My business was to paint Vard as he was if his daughter didn't mind his looks, why should I? The opportunity was magnificent I knew that by the way his face had leapt out of the canvas at my first touch. It would have been a big thing. Before every sitting I swore to myself I'd do it; then she came, and sat near him, and I didn't. I knew that before long she'd notice I was shirking the face.
"Vard preached the theory to us for all it was worth," commented the Duke, "but I reckon he's up against the practice end of the proposition now and he was a politician before he was a preacher." "Hope he'll stay a politician after this. He got onto my nerves. It wasn't necessary to be so almighty emphatic about things going wrong in this State."
Yes, it was true we had all asked Vard to dine. It was some comfort to think that fate had made him expiate our weakness. Lillo put the sketch on the mantel-shelf and drew his arm-chair to the fire. "It's cold to-night. Take another cigar, old man; and some whiskey? There ought to be a bottle and some glasses in that cupboard behind you... help yourself..." About Vard's portrait?
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