Ronald did as he was bid and settled himself for an hour, with a
plentiful supply of newspapers and railroad literature.
It was past three o'clock when Sam Wyndham entered the room, his face wet
with the snowflakes and red with excitement.
"Hollo!" he exclaimed, seeing Ronald comfortably ensconced in his favorite
easy-chair. "How are you?"
"Excuse me," said Ronald, rising quickly. "They told me to come in here
after lunch, and so I was waiting until I was sent for, or told to come
out."
"Very glad to see you, any way," said Sam cordially. "Well, I have been to
hear about an election--a friend of ours got put up for senator. But I
don't expect that interests you much?"
"On the contrary," said Ronald, "I have heard it so much talked of that I
am as much interested as anybody. Is it all over?"
"Oh yes, and a pretty queer business it was. Well, our friend is not
elected, anyway"--
"Has Mr. Harrington been defeated?" asked Ronald quickly.
"It's my belief he has been sold," said Sam.
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