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“I guess her name’s Cassandra,” said the Honorable Alva.
“C-Cassandry?”
“Well, you see,” he explained a trifle apologetically, “she’s kind of taken some matters in her own hands, my gal. Didn’t like Lily, and it didn’t seem to fit her anyway, so she called herself Cassandra. Read it in a book. It means, ‘inspirer of love,’ or some such poetry, but I don’t deny that it goes with her better than Lily would.”
“Sh-she’s a good deal of a gal, Alvy — fine-appearin’ gal, Alvy.”
“Upon my word, Jethro I didn’t know you ever looked at a woman. But I suppose you couldn’t help lookin’ at my gal — she does seem to draw men’s eyes as if she was magnetized some way.” Mr. Hopkins did not speak as though this quality of his daughter gave him unmixed delight. “But she’s a good-hearted gal, Cassy is, high-spirited, and I won’t deny she’s handsome and smart. She’ll kind of grace my position when I’m governor. But to tell you the truth, Jethro, one old friend to another, durned if I don’t wish she was married. It’s a terrible thing for a father to say, I know, but I’d feel easier about her if she was married to some good man who could hold her. There was young Joe Turner in Gosport, he’d give his soul to have her, and he’d do. Cassy says she’s after bigger game than Joe. She’s young — that’s her only excuse. Funny thing happened night before last,” continued Mr. Hopkins, laughing. “Lovejoy saw her, and he’s b’en out of his head ever since. Al must be pretty near my age, ain’t he? Well, there’s no fool like an old fool.”
“A-Alvy — introduce me to Cassandry sometime — will you?”
“Why, certainly,” answered Mr. Hopkins, heartily, “I’ll bring her in here. And now how about gettin’ an adjournment to-morrow night for ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’? These night sessions kind of interfere.”
Half an hour later, when the representatives were pouring into the rotunda for dinner, a crowd was pressing thickly around the desk to read a placard pinned on the wall above it. The placard announced the coming of Mr. Glover’s Company for the following night, and that the Honorable Alva Hopkins of Gosport, ex-Speaker of the House, had bought three hundred and twelve seats for the benefit of the members. And the Honorable Alva himself, very red in the face and almost smothered, could be dimly discerned at the foot of the stairs trying to fight his way out of a group of over-enthusiastic friends and admirers. Alva — so it was said on all sides — was doing the right thing.
So it was that one sensation followed another at the capital, and the politicians for the moment stopped buzzing over the Truro Franchise Bill to discuss Mr. Hopkins and his master-stroke. The afternoon Chronicle waxed enthusiastic on the subject of Mr. Hopkins’s generosity, and predicted that, when Senator Hartington made the motion in the upper house and Mr. Jameson in the lower, the General Court would unanimously agree that there would be no evening session on the following day. The Honorable Alva was the hero of the hour.
That afternoon Cynthia and her father walked through the green park to make their first visit to the State House. They stood hand in hand on the cool, marble-paved floor of the corridor, gazing silently at the stained and battered battle-flags behind the glass, and Wetherell seemed to be listening again to the appeal of a great President to a great Country in the time of her dire need — the soul calling on the body to fight for itself. Wetherell seemed to feel again the thrill he felt when he saw the blue-clad men of this state crowded in the train at Boston: and to hear again the cheers, and the sobs, and the prayers as he looked upon the blood that stained stars and stripes alike with a holy stain. With that blood the country had been consecrated, and the state — yes, and the building where they stood. So they went on up the stairs, reverently, nor heeded the noise of those in groups about them, and through a door into the great hall of the representatives of the state.
Life is a mixture of emotions, a jumble of joy and sorrow and reverence and mirth and flippancy, of right feeling and heresy. In the morning William Wetherell had laughed at Mr. Hopkins and the twenty thousand dollars he had put in the bank to defraud the people; but now he could have wept over it, and as he looked down upon the three hundred members of that House, he wondered how many of them represented their neighbors who supposedly had sent them here — and how many Mr. Lovejoy’s railroad, Mr. Worthington’s railroad, or another man’s railroad.
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