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Tommy told Harry that Miss Van Harlem was a very handsome lady, but haughty-looking. Then he talked for half an hour about the cleverness of Mrs. Carriswood.

“I am inclined to think Tommy will rise.” (Mrs. Carriswood was describing the interview to her cousin, the next day.) “What do you think he said to me last of all? ‘How,’ said he, ‘does a man, a gentleman’–it had a touch of the pathetic, don’t you know, the little hesitation he made on the word–‘how does he show his gratitude to a lady who has done him a great service?’ ‘Young or old?’ I said. ‘Oh, a married lady,’ he said, ‘very much admired, who has been everywhere.’ Wasn’t that clever of him? I told him that a man usually sent a few flowers. You saw the basket to-day–evidently regardless of expense. And fancy, there was a card, a card with a gilt edge and his name written on it.”

“The card was his mother’s. She has visiting cards, now, and pays visits once a year in a livery carriage. Poor Mrs. Fitzmaurice, she is always so scared; and she is such a good soul! Tommy is very good to her.”

“How about the father? Does he still keep that ‘nice’ saloon?”

“Yes; but he talks of retiring. They are not poor at all, and Tommy is their only child; the others died. It is hard on the old man to retire, for he isn’t so very old in fact, but if he once is convinced that his calling stands in the way of Tommy’s career, he won’t hesitate a second.”

“Poor people,” said Mrs. Carriswood; “do you know, Grace, I can see Tommy’s future; he will grow to be a boss, a political boss. He will become rich by keeping your streets always being cleaned–which means never clean–and giving you the worst fire department and police to be obtained for money; and, by and by, a grateful machine will make him mayor, or send him to the Legislature, very likely to Congress, where he will misrepresent the honest State of Iowa. Then he will bloom out in a social way, and marry a gentlewoman, and they will snub the old people who are so proud of him.”

“Well, we shall see,” said Mrs. Lossing; “I think better things of Tommy. So does Harry.”

Part of the prophecy was to be speedily fulfilled. Two years later, the Honorable Thomas Fitzmaurice was elected mayor of his city, elected by the reform party, on account of his eminent services–and because he was the only man in sight who had the ghost of a chance of winning. Harry’s version was: “Tommy jests at his new principles, but that is simply because he doesn’t comprehend what they are. He laughs at reform in the abstract; but every concrete, practical reform he is as anxious as I or anybody to bring about. And he will get them here, too.”

He was as good as his word; he gave the city an admirable administration, with neither fear nor favor. Some of the “boys” still clung to him; these, according to Harry, were the better “boys,” who had the seeds of good in them and only needed opportunity and a leader. Tommy did not flag in zeal; rather, as the time went on and he soared out of the criminal courts into big civil cases involving property, he grew up to the level of his admirers’ praises. “Tommy,” wrote Mr. Lossing, presently, “is beginning to take himself seriously. He has been told so often that he is a young lion of reform, that he begins to study the role in dead earnest. I don’t talk this way to Harry, who believes in him and is training him for the representative for our district. What harm? Verily, his is the faith that will move mountains. Besides, Tommy is now rich; he must be worth a hundred thousand dollars, which makes a man of wealth in these parts. It is time for him to be respectable.”