At this moment the other candidate came up—the poor, bad man who had no woman like Mungo Park to bring him milk and grind him corn.
“You know, Mr. Shepherd, that I have opposed you from the start. I have been doing all I could; I don’t deny it.”
The great, sharp, white teeth close over the red under lip, as if a laugh must be strangled regardless of consequences.
“I know it; but I cannot understand your opposition. I love the ladies; I always have.”
“That may be; but you opposed our movement. When you were editor of the Republican you made fun of me.”
“But you must know an editor cannot oversee everything that goes into his paper.”
“But the tone of the paper I complain of.”
“I do not oppose the movement of reform, but I earnestly object to the manner in which you intend to bring it about! but I must go. I hope you will think better of me,” and the jolly figure and winning face disappears.
The delegate who spoke so earnestly in favor of the board of public works pauses to be introduced to the Senator’s wife. As he is about to depart the writer asked his opinion in regard to woman coming to such a place to influence “legislation.”