I'll see what I can do in
politics."
"General Waymouth, have you a few moments to give me if I come to your
room now?" inquired Harlan Thornton. "I want to offer my services!"
"I'll join the party too, if I may!" suggested Linton.
Colonel Wadsworth was twisting his imperial with one hand and fingering
his Loyal Legion button with the other.
"I'm not the kind that waits for a draft, General," he said. "I didn't
in '61. I volunteer now."
General Waymouth smiled, bowed the three ahead of him through the door
of the parlor, and softly closed it behind himself and his little party.
"Well, Thelismer," raved the State chairman, "you can certainly take
rank, at your time of life and after all you've been through, as a
top-notch hell of a politician. You start out to run a State campaign,
and you wind up by not being able to run even your grandson!"
"What I started running seems to be still running," said the old man,
undisturbed by the attack.
"And it's costing the Republican party something, this mix-up," Presson
went on.
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