"
Peter laughed, as few could help doing, when Dennis led the way. "Look
here, Dennis," he said, "don't you run down that party. My father was a
Democrat, but he voted for Lincoln, and fought for the blacks when the
time came, and though I'm a Democrat like him, the Republicans are only
black in their sympathies, and not in their acts."
"An' what do yez say to the whisky frauds, an' black Friday, an' credit
mobilier?" asked Dennis.
"Of course I don't like them," said Peter; "but that's the politicians,
not the party."
"Shure," said Dennis, "what's the party but the men that run it?"
"You've seen something of Mr. Bohlmann lately, Dennis?"
"Yes."
"Well, he was the man who put Goldman in charge of that cow stable. Yet
he's an honest man."
Dennis scratched his head. "It's a convincin' way yez have wid yez," he
said; "but it's scoundrels the Republicans are, all the same. Look at
them in the district; there's not one a decent man would invite to drink
wid him."
"I think, Dennis," said Peter, "that when all the decent men get into
one party, there'll be only one worth talking about.
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