ready-made justice court's practice. Of course he drifted into
criminal practice; but he has made a fine income out of that,
and is the shrewdest, some folks say the least scrupulous,
political manager in the county. And so, Harry, you have
persuaded him to cast in his lot with the party of principle,
have you? and he is packing the primaries?"

"I see nothing dishonest in our trying to get our friends out to vote
at the primaries, sir."

"Of course not, but he may not stop there. However, I want
Bailey elected, and I am glad he will work for us;
what's his price?"

Harry blushed a little. "I believe he would like to be
city attorney, sir," said he; and Mr. Lossing laughed.

"Would he make a bad one?" asked Mrs. Carriswood.

"He would make the best kind of a one," replied Harry,
with youthful fervor; "he's a ward politician and all that,
I know; but he has it in him to be an uncommon deal more!
And I say, sir, do you know that he and the old man will take
twenty-five thousand of the stock at par if we turn ourselves
into a corporation?"

"How about this new license measure? won't that bear a little
bit hard on the old man?" This from Mr. Lossing, who was biting
his cigar in deep thought.