The senator, who is not without
some wisdom and experience, will doubtless withdraw this abortive
candidate. It's the only logical thing he can do. We dare say that the
dramatist accepted the honor with but one end in view: to find some
material for a new play. But Herculaneum declines to be so honored. He
is legally, but not morally, a citizen. He is a meddler, and
Herculaneum is already too well supplied with meddlers. Do the wise
thing, Mr. Warrington; withdraw. Otherwise your profit will be
laughter and ridicule; for the Republican party can never hope to win
under such equivocal leadership. That's all we have to say."
Warrington, who had been reading the articles aloud, grinned and
thrust the paper into his pocket.
"What shall you do?" asked John curiously.
"Do? Go into the fight tooth and nail. They dub me a meddler; I'll
make the word good."
"Hurrah!" cried Kate, clapping her hands. She caught Patty in her
arms, and the two waltzed around the dock.
The two men shook hands, and presently all four were reading their
private letters. Warrington received but one. It was a brief note from
the senator.
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