guess. It means
something to me, anyhow."
"Will hain't a politician," said Jethro. "Er--Alvy?"
"Hello!" said Mr. Hopkins.
"Er--Will don't talk."
"If Jethro had been real tactful," said the Honorable Alvy, sinking
down again, "he'd have introduced me as the next governor of the state.
Everybody knows I want to be governor, everybody knows I've got twenty
thousand dollars in the bank to pay for that privilege. Everybody knows
I'm going to be governor if Jethro says so."
William Wetherell was a little taken aback at this ingenuous statement
of the gentleman from Gosport. He looked out of the window through the
foliage of the park, and his eye was caught by the monument there in
front of the State House, and he thought of the inscription on the base
of it, "The People's Government." The Honorable Alva had not mentioned
the people--undoubtedly.
"Yes, Mr. Wetherell, twenty thousand dollars." He sighed. "Time was
when a man could be governor for ten. Those were the good old days--eh,
Jethro?"
"A-Alvy, 'Uncle Tom's Cabin's' comin' to town tomorrow--to-morrow."
"You don't tell me," said the Honorable Alva, acquiescing cheerfully
in the change of subject. "We'll go. Pleased to have you, too, Mr.
Wetherell."
"Alvy," said Jethro, again, "'Uncle Tom's Cabin' comes to town
to-morrow."
Mr. Hopkins stopped fanning himself, and glanced at Jethro
questioningly.
"A-Alvy, that give you an idea?" said Jethro, mildly.
Mr. Wetherell looked blank: it gave him no idea whatsoever, except of
little Eva and the bloodhounds. For a few moments the Honorable Alva
appeared to be groping, too, and then his face began to crease into a
smile of comprehension.
"By Godfrey, Jethro, but you are smart." he exclaimed, with involuntary
tribute; "you mean buy up the theatre?"
"C-callate you'll find it's bought up."
"You mean pay for it?" said Mr. Hopkins.
"You've guessed it, Alvy, you've guessed it."
Mr. Hopkins gazed at him in admiration, leaned out of the perpendicular,
and promptly drew from his trousers' pocket a roll of stupendous
proportions. Wetting his thumb, he began to push aside the top bills.
"How much is it?" he demanded.
But Jethro put up his hand.
"No hurry, Alvy--n-no hurry. H-Honorable Alvy Hopkins of
Gosport--p-patron of the theatre. Hain't the first time you've b'en a
patron, Alvy."
"Jethro," said Mr. Hopkins, solemnly, putting up his money, "I'm much
obliged to you. I'm free to say I'd neve
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