VIII
I came home one afternoon with a puckered brow.
"Has the Supreme Court decided another case against you?" asked Josephine, with solicitude.
I shook my head, and answered wearily: "Worse than that."
My wife regarded me in anxious silence, while manifestly she was cudgelling her brains to divine what could have happened. As she told me afterward, she imagined, from my doleful air, that I must at least have a seed in my little sac.
"They have asked me to run for Congress in this district," I finally vouchsafed to state.
Josephine dropped her fancy-work and sat upright with an air of satisfaction which was wholly out of keeping with my own dejected mien.
"Really, Fred! Who has asked you? The Governor?"
"The Governor does not usually go round on his bended knees asking candidates to run for Congress," I answered, with mild sarcasm.