The Auction Block

Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
By REX BEACH
Author of THE SILVER HORDE THE SPOILERS THE IRON TRAIL Etc.
Illustrated
Peter Knight flung himself into the decrepit arm-chair beside the center-table and growled:
Isn't that just my luck? And me a Democrat for twenty years. There's nothing in politics, Jimmy.
His son James smiled crookedly, with a languid tolerance bespeaking amusement and contempt. James prided himself upon his forbearance, and it was rarely indeed that he betrayed more than a hint of the superiority which he felt toward his parent.
Politics is all right, provided you're a good picker, he said, with all the assurance of twenty-two, but you fell off the wrong side of the fence, and you're sore.
Of course I am. Wouldn't anybody be sore?
These country towns always go in for the reform stuff, every so often. If you'd listen to me and—
His father interrupted harshly: Now, cut that out. I don't want to go to New York, and I won't. Peter Knight tried to look forceful, but the expression did not fit his weak, complacent features. He was a plump man with red cheeks rounded by habitual good humor; his chin was short, and beneath it were other chins, distended and sagging as if from the weight of chuckles within. When he had succeeded in fixing a look of determination upon his countenance the result was an artificial scowl and a palpably false pout. Wearing such a front, he continued: When I say 'no' I mean it, and the subject is closed. I like Vale, I know everybody here, and everybody knows me.
That's why it's time to move, said Jim, with another unpleasant curl of his lip. As long as they didn't know you you got past. But you'll never hold another office.