"I've been trying to realize for the last
few minutes, that he is the same old fellow I've been treating so
familiarly all day long."
"Yes, he is a great man," she answered. "This is only the beginning."
"That's true," said Briscoe, who had overheard her. "He'll go pretty far.
A man that people know is steady and strong and level-headed can get
whatever he wants, because a public man can get anything, if people know
he's safe and honest and they can rely on him for _sense_. It sounds like
a simple matter; but only three or four public men in the country have
convinced us that they are like that. Hurry along, young people."
Crossing the street, they met Miss Tibbs; she was wiping her streaming
eyes with the back of her left hand and still mechanically waving her
handkerchief with her right. "Isn't it beautiful?" she said, not ceasing
to flutter, unconsciously, the little square of cambric. "There was such a
throng that I grew faint and had to come away. I don't mind your seeing me
crying. Pretty near everybody cried when he walked up to the steps and we
saw that he was lame."
Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, they could hear the mellow ring of
Harkless's voice, but only fragments of the speech, for it was rather
halting, and was not altogether clear in either rhetoric or delivery; and
Mr.
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