She disliked seeing people unhappy. When she was five
years old and her kitten broke its leg, she had given it
to a servant to drown.
He took his hat, making no further attempt to caress her,
and opened the door. "I hope you WILL win, Lorne," she
said, half-resentfully, and he, with forced cheerfulness,
replied, "Oh, we'll have a shot at it." Then with a little
silent nod at her which, notwithstanding her provocations,
conveyed his love and trust, he went out into the struggle
of the day.
In spite of Squire Ormiston's confident prediction, it
was known that the fight would be hottest, among the
townships, in Moneida Reservation. Elgin itself, of
course, would lead the van for excitement, would be the
real theatre for the arts of practical politics; but
things would be pretty warm in Moneida, too. It was for
that reason that Bingham and the rest strongly advised
Lorne not to spend too much of the day in the town, but
to get out to Moneida early, and drive around with
Ormiston--stick to him like a fly to poison-paper.
"You leave Elgin to your friends," said Bingham. "Just
show your face here and there wearing a smile of triumph,
to encourage the crowd; but don't worry about the
details--we'll attend to them."
"We can't have him upsettin' his own election by any
interference with the boys," said Bingham to Horace
Williams.
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