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It is likely that he concluded that no very serious damage could come to him in the presence of Thelismer Thornton's grandson. But when they arrived near the door of General Waymouth's parlor, Spinney recognized what it meant and resisted. "It's a trap!" he gasped. "I thought your grandfather " The State Committeemen were following along the corridor, growling threats.
The Republican Convention was called for the twenty-eighth, in the big hall of the State's metropolis. On the day before, Thelismer Thornton emerged from the back room of headquarters at the State capital, and with Chairman Presson and Harlan journeyed to the scene of the conflict. Before their departure the Duke had been obliged, smilingly, to refuse a request of Mrs. Presson's.
General Waymouth smiled, bowed the three ahead of him through the door of the parlor, and softly closed it behind himself and his little party. "Well, Thelismer," raved the State chairman, "you can certainly take rank, at your time of life and after all you've been through, as a top-notch hell of a politician.
"I've known it was bad. I knew they meant you. I warned you they were going to get in early and hit hard in this district but I didn't realize it was as bad as this. They're calling it reform, but I tell you, Thelismer, there's big money and big men sitting back in the dark and rubbing the ears of these prohibition pussies and tom-cats. It's a State overturn that they're playing for!"
You say you haven't suggestions, Vard?" "Not now," said the General, not shifting his position. "The time for my suggestions has not come yet." Harlan went out into the throng, searching, asking questions. The first man of whom he made inquiry recognized him as Thelismer Thornton's grandson, and invited him to the bar to have a drink. "Busy?" he ejaculated when the young man declined.
Everett is lugging too much. Last fire we had in the village here Ed Stilson tried to lug an old-fashioned bureau on his back and a feather tick in his teeth, but he couldn't get through the door." "Thelismer, why have you waited till now before saying this? I'd rather have your judgment in political futures than that of any other man in this State.
The development of men in public life and service had been the one theme that she had heard most discussed. Her impulse of assistance had been directed toward this grandson of Thelismer Thornton. But as the days went by, and opportunity gave them their hours together, they were drawn more closely, each insisting in secret meditation that it was not love.
A half-witted fellow we call 'Simpson's Rooster' spoke up, and said they'd better bury the old man in the house and move the family out into the coffin." That was Thelismer Thornton's comment on the political situation in the Republican party on the morning after the election. The chairman heard it with the gloom of a mourner. He could see nothing bright in the jest or the prospects.
"And, furthermore, Thelismer, if you're willing to run a chance of tipping over the politics of this State for the sake of giving your grandson a course of sprouts, you're losing your mind in your old age, and ought to be taken care of." Thornton turned and bestowed a grim smile on his angry friend. "Presson, I've stood by the machine a good many years.
"I suppose you have the resolution all drawn," suggested Thelismer Thornton, dryly. "I have, and drawn according to good constitutional law," replied the General. He drew the paper from his breast-pocket. "Incorporate it, Wasgatt, ready for the final draft, and we'll all go over the thing to-morrow morning." The Duke was grimly laconic. That resolution whacked his pet interests.
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