When she
saw her husband's features looking out at her from a large cut on the
front page of the morning newspaper, and read the conspicuous heading
which accompanied it--"The _Sentinel_ nominates as Governor the Hon.
James O. Lyons of Benham, the most eloquent orator and most
public-spirited citizen of the State"--her heart gave a bound, and she
eagerly asked herself, "Why not?" That was just what they needed, what
she needed to secure her hold on the social evolution of Benham. As the
wife of the Governor of the State she would be able to ignore the people
who held aloof from her, and introduce the reforms in social behavior on
which her heart was set.
"James, have you seen this?" she asked, eagerly.
Lyons was watching her from across the breakfast table. He had seen it,
and had laid the newspaper within her reach.
"Yes, dear. It is very complimentary, isn't it?"
"But what does it mean? Are you to be Governor? Did you know of it,
James?"
"I knew that my name, with others, had been mentioned by those who were
looking for a candidate whom we can elect. But this nomination of the
_Sentinel_ comes from a clear sky. Would you like to have me Governor,
Selma?"
"Yes, indeed. If the chance is offered you, James, you will surely
accept it.
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