"Been up to look at one of those new houses. Regular bird cage,
but we can get along. Besides, this town is going to grow and I'm
going to help it along. They are all dead out here--embalmed, some
of them--but dead." Here he opened the pamphlet of the company--
"See this house--an hour from New York; high ground; view of the
harbor--(all a lie, Jack, but it goes all the same); sewers,
running water, gas (lot of the last,--most of it in the
prospectus) It's called Elm Crest--beautiful, isn't it,--and not a
stump within half a mile."
Jack always remembered the interview. That Garry should help along
anything that he took an interest in was quite in the line of his
ambition and ability. Minott was as "smart as a steel trap,"
Holker Morris had always said of him, "and a wonderful fellow
among the men. He can get anything out of them; he would really
make a good politician. His handling of the Corn Exchange showed
that."
And so it was not surprising,--not to Jack,--that when a new
village councilman was to be elected, Garry should have secured
votes enough to be included among their number.
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