y grocery store."

If the Hon. Nathaniel started before, this last piece of information
fairly brought him to his feet. "And may I inquire, sir," he thundered,
"if this special partnership in a country grocery store is the summit of
your ambitions? I suppose I shall hear next that you are engaged to some
farmer's daughter, and propose to marry her, regardless of the wishes
of your family, and despite the terrible example supplied by your Uncle
James."

"It hasn't come to that yet," remarked Quincy, calmly, "but it may if I
find a farmer's daughter who comes up to my ideal of a wife and to whom
I can give an honest love."

The Hon. Nathaniel sank back in his chair. Quincy continued, "I will not
try to answer your sarcastic reference to the grocery store. It is a
good investment and an honorable business, fully as honorable as
cheating the prison or the gallows of what is due them; but the summit
of my ambition is by no means reached. I am young yet and have plenty of
time to study the ground before expanding my career, but I will tell
you, privately and confidentially, that my friends have asked me to run
for the General Court, and I have about decided to stand as a candidate
for nomination as representative from our district."

"I am glad to hear you say that, Quincy," said his father, somewhat
mollified, and he edged his arm-chair a little closer to his son,
despite the heavy clouds of smoke emitted from Quincy's cigar. "If you
get the regular nomination in our district it's tantamount to an
election. I need scarcely say that whatever influence I may possess will
be exerted in your favor."

"Thank you," said Quincy; "I mean to stump the district, anyway. If I
lose the regular nomination I shall take an independent one. I had
rather fight my way in than be pushed in."

His father smiled and patted him on the arm. Then they rose from their
chairs, Quincy observing that as he was going away early in the morning
he would immediately retire.

"That reminds me," said his father. "I have a favor to ask of you,
Quincy. It is this, Lord Algernon Hastings, heir to the earldom of
Sussex, and his sister, Lady Elfrida, are now in Boston, and bring
letters from the Lord High Chancellor, with whom I became acquainted
when I was in England, two years ago. I have invited them to visit us
here next week, and my wish is that you will spend as much of your time
at home as possible and assist me in entertaining them--I mean the son