valuable information which he had sought in vain elsewhere, and the event proved it correct. Suppose he asked Caroline Wynn to help him in this case? It would certainly do no harm and it might elect a Republican president. He wrote a short letter with his own hand and sent it to post.
Miss Wynn read the letter after Alwyn’s departure with a distinct thrill which was something of a luxury for her. Evidently she was coming to her kingdom. The Republican boss was turning to her for confidential information.
“What do the colored people want, and who can best influence them in this campaign?”
She curled up on the ottoman and considered. The first part of the query did not bother her.
“Whatever they want they won’t get,” she said decisively.
But as to the man or men who could influence them to believe that they were getting, or about to get, what they wanted‚ÅÝ‚Äîthere was a question. One by one she considered the men she