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Show 97 on her bed reading a story to Henry, enjoying her Sunday night off from the nickelodeon. "Kathleen, come downstairs quick," he cried softly. "You'll never guess what's happening. Pop might be chief of police." "What! You're kidding!" "No. Harry Ward's down in the kitchen right now talking to Pop about it." "I want to come too," Henry said, scrambling off the bed. The three of them clattered down the steps and reached the kitchen just as Harry Ward shook their father's hand. "Be at city hall at eight tomorrow morning, Hugo," Ward was saying, "and I'll swear you into office." "Won't the borough council have to approve me first?" Hugo asked. "Don't worry about the council. They'll do whatever I...that is, they'll agree that you're the right man for the job." After Harry Ward had left, the kitchen erupted into a happy tumult. The card players jumped up to shake Hugo's hand, or pound him on the back. Kathleen kissed her father, and Karl hugged Henry, who didn't understand what all the excitement was about, but hugged Karl back anyway. Over the hubbub, Mayo Culley's voice rang out. "God increase you, Hugo! And to think this all came about on account of Harry Ward stopped by my house this night. He'd heard our Jame was out of work, and he came to ask if our Jame wanted to earn a bit of cash tackin' up Taft posters all over town. Then Harry Ward started askin' me how I was goin' to vote, and I told him if he wanted to do some politickin |