th vigour that no machine or ring was
behind him; he stood on his own merits, invited the minutest inspection
of his record, declared that he was an advocate of good government, and
if elected would be the servant of no man and of no corporation.

Thrice-blessed State, in which there were now three reform candidates
for governor!

All of these happenings went to indicate confusion in the enemy's camp,
and corresponding elation in Mr. Crewe's. Woe to the reputation for
political sagacity of the gentleman who had used the words "negligible"
and "monumental farce"! The tide was turning, and the candidate from
Leith redoubled his efforts. Had he been confounded by the advent of
the Honourable Giles? Not at all. Mr. Crewe was not given to satire; his
methods, as we know, were direct. Hence the real author of the following
passage in his speech before an overflow meeting in the State capital
remains unknown:

"My friends," Mr. Crewe had said, "I have been waiting for the time when
St. Giles of the Blameless Life would be pushed forward, apparently as
the only hope of our so-called 'solid citizens.' (Prolonged laughter,
and audible repetitions of Mr. Henderson's nickname, which was to
stick.) I will tell you by whose desire St. Giles became a candidate,
and whose bidding he will do if he becomes governor as blindly and
obediently as the Honourable Adam B. Hunt ever did. (Shouts of "Flint!"
and, "The Northeastern!") I see you know. Who sent the solid citizens
to see Mr. Henderson? ("Flint!") This is a clever trick--exactly what I
should have done if I'd been running their campaign--only they didn't
do it early enough. They picked Mr. Giles Henderson for two reasons:
because he lives in Kingston, which is anti-railroad and supported the
Gaylord bill, and, because he never in his life committed any
positive action, good or bad--and he never will. And they made another
mistake--the Honourable Adam B. Hunt wouldn't back out." (Laughter and
cheers.)

CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH EUPHRASIA TAKES A HAND

Austen had not forgotten his promise to Euphrasia, and he had gone
to Hanover Street many times since his sojourn at Mr. Jabe Jenney's.
Usually these visits had taken place in the middle of the day, when
Euphrasia, with gentle but determined insistence, had made him sit down
before some morsel which she had prepared against his coming, and which
he had not the heart to refuse. In answer to his inquiries about
Hilary, she would t