Francis A. Adams

Capitolo 79

  is this body?

  How come Your friend,

  MARTHA.

Here is a revelation.

Unknown to him, his/her friends, and Martha, is especially to planning of job
for his/her nomination as a candidate for the office of Vice-president. The
the idea of his to realize such success never has digitato his/her mind.

As you can an unknown hope of delegate to receive the support of the
convention. It seems unreasonable, and he is on the point to write to
Martha that I strive him/it could not help but you/he/she could end in a ridiculous farce,
when an interruption prevents him to do this way. A card is brought
his/her room. It bears the simple registration:

A FRIEND.

"You invite the person on", Trueman tells the servant.

The apartments that he occupies are in a house of boarding it calms on Lincoln
Avenue. He has been in the house six weeks during that time that nobody has
he/she ever called for seeing him/it.

A minute passages in which he looks through his/her mind in an attempt to think who
you/he/she can have some business with him. It is mean-passed at night eight.

A strong dry hit to the door announces the visitor.

"You enter, he/she calls Trueman.

"Good evening, the Mr. Trueman." It is William Nevins that he/she speaks.

"Or, it is you, the Mr. Nevins" Trueman exclaims.

"I owe him an excuse", him continuous, "to be amazed to seeing
You;  but the fact is me I am an extraneous to Chicago and I have had anybody
visitors. When Your card came me I could not imagine who could desire to see
me."

"I am aware well that you are an extraneous in this city", replicas of Nevins.
"And as I am a little best out of me he/she thought that I would have allowed to fall in to have a
you chat with you."

"We was delegated to the Antitrust Lecture and we will have a lot to
discusses", it tells Trueman his/her more amiable way. "Certainly I am happy
You thought about me. You sits, and makes him as comfort as the
quarters will allow."

They is made to sit near the table. A pipe and a vase of lie of tobacco on
the table.

"Will it smoke?"