Joy is written on his face.
"Pennsylvania casts its vote for Trueman and co-operation."
It is eleven-thirty. The proverbial "landslide" of politics has
occurred. Already the townspeople of Wilkes-Barre are surging about the
villa, cheering their champion.
A dozen times Harvey goes to the window to bow his acknowledgments.
Ethel is excited, almost hysterical. With a woman's quick perception she
realizes that her husband has triumphed.
Again they stand at the elbow of the telegraph operator who is receiving
the messages.
"Chicago--" then there was a break.
"Trueman, have Trueman come to the instrument. Answer. Is Trueman at
your elbow?" This message is sent by the operator at headquarters. He
has indicated that it is a private message and only the word Chicago is
written.
"What's the matter?" asks Trueman, who has noticed the pause.
"It's all right, sir; the operator want's you to get this message
immediately." There is another pause.
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS,
INDEPENDENCE PARTY HEADQUARTERS.
To HARVEY TRUEMAN, Greeting:
"You are elected President of the United States by popular
acclamation of forty States. I congratulate you. Keep your
faith with the people; place them always above the dollar;
remember that your office was bought by the blood of patriots,
as true as the founders of the Republic; that you owe it to the
majority to keep their rights inviolate.
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