We discussed the question for
four hours, and finally decided that the interests of the cause
would oblige her to accept the Governor's hand. "Oh, I am so
glad!" cried Olympia, "for I accepted him at once." It was a
brave, a noble deed!
Now, I would ask those who assert that women are incapable of
conducting the business of politics, to say whether any set of men,
of either party, could have played their cards more skilfully?
Even after the campaign was over we might have failed, had it not
been for the suppers. We owed this idea, like the first, to the
immortal Selina Whiston. A lucky accident--as momentous in its way
as the fall of an apple to Newton, or the flying of a kite to Dr.
Franklin--gave her the secret principle by which the politics of
men are directed. Her house in Whittletown was the half of a
double frame building, and the rear-end of the other part was the
private office of--but no, I will not mention the name--a lawyer
and a politician. He was known as a "wirepuller," and the other
wire-pullers of his party used to meet in his office and discuss
matters.
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