CHAPTER LXVI.
MENTOR AND TELEMACHUS.
Drawing his chair near to Abel's, General Belch lighted a cigar, and said: "You see it's not so very hard." Abel looked inquiringly.
"To go to Congress," answered Belch.
"Yes, but I'm not elected yet, thank you." General Arcularius Belch blew a long, slow cloud, and gazed at his companion with a kind of fond superiority.
"What do you mean by looking so ?" asked Abel.
"My dear Newt, I was not aware that you had such a soft spot.

No, positively, I did not know that you had so much to learn.

It is inconceivable." The General smiled, and smoked, and looked blandly at his companion.
"You're not elected yet, hey ?" asked the General, with an amused laugh.
"Not that I am aware of," said Abel.
"Why, my dear fellow, who on earth do you suppose does the electing ?" "I thought the people were the source of power," replied Abel, gravely.
The General looked for a moment doubtfully at his companion.
"Hallo! I see you're gumming.

However, there's one thing.

You know you'll have to speak after the election.