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"A monumental farce." Ex-Governor Broadbent. "Who is Mr. Crewe?" Senator Whitredge. "I have been very busy. I do not know what candidates are in the field." Mr. Augustus P. Flint, president of the Northeastern Railroads. "I have heard that a Mr. Crewe is a candidate, but I do not know much about him. They tell me he is a summer resident at Leith." The Honourable Hilary Vane.
Ridout, voicing the gesture; "they tell me that Tom Gaylord's done some pretty slick work. Now I leave it to you, Manning, if that isn't a mess!" At this moment the conversation was interrupted by the appearance on the stairway of the impressive form of United States Senator Whitredge, followed by a hall boy carrying the senatorial gripsack.
But these two old misers who are already tottering on the edge of the grave " "They have robbed me of my good name, and they have robbed us all of our good money!" I cut in rancorously. At this, Benedict, who had been saying little, put in his word. "I saw Whitredge an hour ago. He has been wiring Geddis and Withers to tell them that the game is up.
Here, take these telegrams. No, wait a minute, I'll go out there. Call up Billings, and see if you can get Senator Whitredge." He started out of the room, halted, and turned his head and hesitated. "Father," said Victoria, "I don't think Hilary Vane is out of his mind." "You don't?" he said quickly. "Why?" By some unaccountable change in the atmosphere, of which Mr.
And with this impressive command, received with nods of understanding, Senator Whitredge advanced slowly towards Number Seven, knocked, and entered. Be it known that Mr. Flint, with characteristic caution, had not confided even to the senator that the Honourable Hilary had had a stroke. "Ah, Vane," he said, in his most affable tones, "how are you?"
"Superannuated unfit for duty unable to cope with the situation ready to be superseded? Is that about it?" To say that Senator Whitredge was startled and uncomfortable would be to put his case mildly. He had never before seen Mr. Vane in this mood. "Ha-ha!" he laughed; "the years are coming over us a little, aren't they? But I guess it isn't quite time for the youngsters to step in yet."
Mr. Whitredge laughed, and blew out a ring of smoke. Mr. Flint's face remained sober. "Now, Mr. Flint," Mr. Crewe went on, "you and I understand each other, and we're on the same side of the fence. I have inherited some interests in corporations myself, and I have acquired an interest in others. I am a director in several.
An hour later, when the room was in darkness save for the bar of light that streamed in from the platform chandelier, Senator Whitredge entered. "Hilary!" he said. There was no answer. Mr. Whitredge felt in his pocket for a match, struck it, and lighted the single jet over the basswood table. Mr. Vane still sat by the window.
Every sober-minded citizen, will agree that they give us a pretty good government. More power to them." Mr. Crewe permitted himself to smile. "They are playing into our hands, sure enough. What?" This is an example of the spirit in which the ridicule and abuse was met. It was Senator Whitredge only, last autumn so pleased to meet Mr. Crewe at Mr.
Whitredge was rattling around like a pea in a dried bladder, holding midnight conferences in the bank with the two hoary old villains who had sworn your liberty away, starting a petition for your pardon, and I don't know what all. I didn't pay much attention to him because I was at that time more deeply interested in a number of other things." "Go on," I begged breathlessly.
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