"
Penhallow recovered fuller consciousness and returned, "I distrust
Fremont. I knew him in the West. But he represents, or rather he stands
for, a party, and it is mine."
"I am glad to know that," said McGregor. "I am really glad. It is a
relief to be sure about a man like you, Penhallow. I suppose you know
that you are loved in the county as no one else is."
"Nonsense," exclaimed the Squire, laughing, but not ill-pleased.
"No, I am serious; but it leads up to this: Am I free to say you will
vote the Republican ticket?"
"Yes--yes--you may say so."
"It will be of use, but couldn't I persuade you to speak at the meeting
next week at the mills?"
"No, McGregor. That is not in my line." He had other reasons for refusal.
"Let us drop politics. What is that boy of yours going to do?"
"Study medicine," he says. "He has brains enough, and Mr. Rivers tells me
he is studious. Our two lads fell out, it seems, and my boy got the worst
of it. What I don't like is that he has not made up with John."
"No, that is bad; but boys get over their quarrels in time. However, I
must go. If I can be of any use to Tom, you know that I am at your
service."
"When were you not at everybody's service?" said the doctor, and they
went out through the hall.
"Good-bye," said Penhallow, but the doctor stopped him.
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