And so we drank together there in the shade and
talked and laughed.
I walked down with Mr. Caldwell to the gate. He took my arm and said to
me:
"I'm glad I came out here and had this talk. I feel as though I
understood my job better for it."
"Let's organize a new party," I said, "let's begin with two members, you
and I, and have only one plank in the platform."
He smiled.
"You'd have to crowd a good deal into that one plank," he said.
"Not at all," I responded.
"What would you have it?"
"I'd have it in one sentence," I said, "and something like this: We
believe in the passage of legislation which shall prevent any man taking
from the common store any more than he actually earns."
Mr. Caldwell threw up his arms.
"Mr. Grayson," he said, "you're an outrageous idealist."
"Mr. Caldwell," I said, "you'll say one of these days that I'm a
practical politician."
* * * * *
"Well, Harriet," I said, "he's got my vote."
"Well, David," said Harriet, "that's what he came for."
"It's an interesting world, Harriet," I said.
"It is, indeed," said Harriet.
As we stood on the porch we could see at the top of the hill, where the
town road crosses it, the slow moving buggy, and through the open
curtain at the back the heavy form of our Congressman with his slouch
hat set firmly on his big head.
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