“Of course you have. That’s the reason the boys will expect you to be very liberal.”
“How much?” inquired Abel.
“Let me see. There’ll be the printing, halls, lights, ballots, advertisements—Well, I should say a thousand dollars, and a thousand more for extras. Say two thousand for the election, and a thousand for the committee.”
“Devil! that’s rather strong!” replied Abel.
“Not at all,” said General Belch. “Your going to Washington secures the grant, and the grant nets you at least three thousand dollars upon every share. It’s a good thing, and very liberal at that price. By-the-by, don’t forget that you’re a party man of another sort. You do the dancing business, and flirting—”
“Pish!” cried Abel; “milk for babes!”
“Exactly. And you’re going to a place that swarms with babes. So give ‘em milk. Work the men through their wives, and mistresses, and daughters. It isn’t much understood yet; but it is a great idea.”
“Why don’t you go to Congress?” asked Abel, suddenly.
“It isn’t for my interest,” answered the General. “I make more by staying out.”
“How many members are there for Belch?” continued Abel.