Stackpole together. Can you come over for me next Wednesday morning and
bring Mr. Stackpole with you? I can talk to him going back, and I want
you to drive us over to your father's place. Don't say anything about it
except to Mr. Stackpole and your father, but I am going to take a hand
in town politics this year."
The young man laughed and said, "I will be over here by eight o'clock
next Wednesday."
"I wish you would have these letters weighed at the post office, and if
any more stamps are needed please put them on. Take what is left for
your trouble," and Quincy passed Abbott a half dollar.
He heard the retreating carriage wheels as he went upstairs to his room.
He made an entry in his pocket diary, and then ran his eye over several
others that preceded and followed it.
"Let me see," soliloquized he, as he read aloud, "this is Friday;
Saturday, expect war records from Adjutant-General; Monday, hear from
Ernst, surprise party in the evening; Tuesday, get money at express
office; Tuesday afternoon, buy Hill's grocery and give Strout his first
knock-out; Wednesday, see Stackpole and Smith and arrange to knock
Strout out again; Thursday, Dr.
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