reply remained unuttered, and the Bungstarter party were
triumphant.

For the rest of the evening Jinny was the heroine of the hour, but
no cajolery nor flattery could induce her to again exhibit her
powers. In vain did Dean of Angel's extemporize a short harangue
in the hope that Jinny would be tempted to reply; in vain was every
provocation offered that might sting her sensitive nature to
eloquent revolt. She replied only with her heels. Whether or not
this was simple caprice, or whether she was satisfied with her
maiden effort, or indignant at her subsequent treatment, she
remained silent. "She made her little game," said Dan, who was a
political adherent of Starbottle's, and who yet from that day
enjoyed the great speaker's undying hatred, "and even if me and her
don't agree on politics--YOU let her alone." Alas, it would have
been well for Dan if he could have been true to his instincts, but
the offer of one hundred dollars from the Bungstarter party proved
too tempting. She passed irrevocably from his hands into those of
the enemy. But any reader of these lines will, I trust, rejoice to
hear that this attempt to restrain free political expression in the
foot-hills failed signally. For, although she was again covertly
introduced on the platform by the Bungstarters, and placed face to
face with Colonel Starbottle at Murphy's Camp, she was dumb. Even
a brass band failed to excite her emulation. Either she had become
disgusted with politics or the higher prices paid by the party to
other and less effective speakers aroused her jealousy and shocked
her self-esteem, but she remained a passive spectator. When the
Hon. Sylvester Rourback, who received, for the use of his political
faculties for a single night, double the sum for which she was
purchased outright, appeared on the same platform with herself, she