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He came into the house without knocking. The front door was swung inward, and only a screen door, on the latch, closed the portal. "I'm making myself at home as usual, Vard," he said, walking to the General and stroking his shoulder as the veteran leaned over his table above his figures. "I've been waiting for an invitation to come up here. But I didn't dare to wait any longer.
But Vard picked up his pen and told us he wasn't much of a hand for playing practical jokes on the people. He signed it. And he was a license man, at that, those days. Guess he is now." "I don't see how you can say he has played politics not after he stood out like that." Thelismer Thornton laughed silently. They were half-way up the long hill. The bland morning was already growing warm.
If the indictment wasn't a put-up job and on that I believe there were two opinions all that followed was. You remember the farcical trial, the packed jury, the compliant judge, the triumphant acquittal?... It's a spectacle that always carries conviction to the voter: Vard was never more popular than after his "exoneration"... I didn't see Miss Vard for weeks.
The old man hesitated a moment, and then walked across to the General. "Vard, politics is most always a case of dog eat dog, but I want to assure you that I'm not hungry just now if you are not! And my grandson seems to have more political foresight than I gave him credit for. I'm getting old, I see!" He did not give them opportunity to answer. He swung about and went to Spinney.
She was abashed at her philistinism, and begged me not to tell her father he would make such fun of her! After that well, the sittings went on. Not many, of course; Vard was too busy to give me much time. Still, I could have done him ten times over.
"They ate the sardines out of the tin before Uncle Stote got in off the pond, and put in raw chubs they'd been using for live bait. Uncle Stote ate 'em all. 'Boys, your ile is all right, said he, when he cleaned 'em out, 'but it seems to me your leetle fish is a mite underdone. But Luke will eat anything you hand him after this, Vard."
Alonzo Vard's suicide he killed himself, strangely enough, the day that Lillo's pictures were first shown had made his portrait the chief feature of the exhibition. It had been painted ten or twelve years earlier, when the terrible "Boss" was at the height of his power; and if ever man presented a type to stimulate such insight as Lillo's, that man was Vard; yet the portrait was a failure.
I knew it by the way she looked at Vard, who was sitting opposite, his wolfish profile thrown back, the shaggy locks tossed off his narrow high white forehead. The girl worshipped him. She went on to say how glad she was that I saw him as she did.
We use old horses for fox bait up our way, too, but we always make sure that the horses are dead first." He went out and slammed the door. Thornton did not turn his head. He kept his eyes on Waymouth. "Vard," he said, "I reckon I haven't been keeping my political charts up to date. I had you down as a peninsula, jutting out some from the Republican party, but still hitched on to it.
"In the hot old days I was hot with the rest, Vard. I've mellowed some since." "You may not find me a safe man, Thelismer. I shall come back out of the shadows with a firm resolve to merit the approval of the young men of this State and the young men see more clearly than their fathers did." "I'm not here to-night with bridle or bit or halter, Varden. We need you. The party has got to have you.
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