"I haven't had time to look in Holy Writ this morning and ascertain just
what kind of a He Ananias told. But whatever it was, it was tame beside
what Morrison told that mob about me last night."
"You've had your fling at me about my exclusiveness! What are you putting
out yourself this morning in the way of statements?" The Governor banged
his fist down on the newspapers which littered the study table.
"Nothing! Not yet!"
"I've got to have my self-respect with me when I deliver my inaugural
address this forenoon. The only way I can possess it is by ramming
Morrison into jail."
"On what ground, may I ask?"
"Interference with the Chief Executive of this state! Inciting the mob
against the militia! Putting state property in danger. Forgery--contempt
of court! I'll appeal to the judges to act. I'll call in the
attorney-general. You and I were forcibly detained!"
"Yes, we might allege abduction," was Corson's dry rejoinder. "Our
helplessness in the hands of a usurper would win a lot of public
sympathy."
"I tell you, we would have the sympathy of the people," asserted the
Governor, too angry to be anything else than literal.
"And they'd express it by giving us the biggest laugh ever tendered to two
public men in this state, North.
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