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about Sandwich Jane. "She's made me see things."
"What things?"
"Well, she thinks I've got it in me to get anywhere. She insists that if I'd put my heart into it I might be—President."
One saw their likeness to each other in their twinkling eyes!
"She says that men follow me; and they do. I've found that out since I went to Tinkersfield. She wants me to go into politics—there's a gang down there that rules the town—rotten crowd. It would be some fight if I did."
His father was interested at once. "It was what I wanted—when I was young—politics—clean politics, with a chance at statesmanship. Yes, I wanted it. But your mother wanted—money."
"Money hasn't any meaning to me now, dad. If I slaved until I dropped I couldn't make fifteen hundred a week."
"Does—your wife make that now?"
"Yes. She's making it and spending it, I fancy."
Silence. Then: "What of this—other woman. What are you going to do about her?"
O-liver leaned forward, speaking earnestly. "I love her. But I'm not free. It's all a muddle."
"Does she know you're married?"
"No. I've got to tell her. But I'll lose her if I
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