“I have hardly given the matter thought. He is only thirteen years old, and there’s time enough to think of that. I presume he will be a lawyer or doctor or minister, though,” qualified the parent. “I’m afraid that he may not take quietly to a calling of peace.”
“There’s no reason why he should not. What I meant to say is this: if I am elected to serve a second term, I shall have the appointment of a cadet to West Point; James will be of the right age; if you desire him to go there, I will make the promise now to appoint him.”
“You are very kind, Mr. Willard; I will talk over the matter with his mother and with James himself. If they all like it, I will be glad to avail myself of your kindness.”
“Take my advice and accept; I have already had a number of applications, though the appointment is nearly three years off. I have made no promises and, understand, that it is yours, if you wish it.”
Some days later the gentlemen met again.
“Mr. Willard,” said his friend, “James is eager to go to West Point; his mother held off at first, but has given her consent, and I favor the scheme very much. So I accept your promise with thanks.”
“We will consider it settled then. Keep the matter a secret until after the next election, for I shall make any number of enemies because of the disappointments.”
“Mr. Willard, let me make a suggestion to you.”
“I shall be glad to hear it.”