"
"Of course it is, my dear," exclaimed the Governor genially, as he
rose to grasp the hands with which she was nervously adjusting her
wraps.
Mrs. Nimick, who lived a little way out of town, and whose visits to
her brother were apparently achieved at the cost of immense effort
and mysterious complications, had come to congratulate him on his
victory, and to sound him regarding the nomination to a coveted post
of the lawyer in whose firm her eldest son was a clerk. In the
urgency of the latter errand she had rather lost sight of the
former, but her face softened as the Governor, keeping both her
hands in his, said in the voice which always seemed to put the most
generous interpretation on her motives: "I was sure you would be one
of the first to give me your blessing."
"Oh, your success--no one feels it more than I do!" sighed Mrs.
Nimick, always at home in the emotional key. "I keep in the
background. I make no noise, I claim no credit, but whatever
happens, no one shall ever prevent my rejoicing in my brother's
success!"
Mrs.
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