"I say, Ashe," was the other's greeting, "did you ever know anything so unfortunate as that Wilson letter?"
Philip turned upon him an uncomprehending face.
"What is the Wilson letter?" he inquired absently.
"What? Don't you know about it? I saw you at the convention."
"I was there a little while; but there was nothing said about a letter, that I heard."
"Oh, there has been nothing said about it in the convention, but they say it will turn the scale."
"But what is it?"
"It's a letter Mrs. Wilson—Mrs. Chauncy Wilson, you know—you must know who she is?"
"Yes; I know her."
"Well, this is a letter that she wrote to a rector in the western part of the State,—his name was Briggs or Biggs, or something of that kind. She said that if he didn't vote for Father Frontford she could get him out of his parish."