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<h2> CHAPTER IX. THE DRINKLESS DRUNK </h2>
<p>During Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday the twins grew steadily worse; but
then the doctor was summoned South to attend his mother's funeral, and
they got well in forty-eight hours. They appeared on the street on Friday,
and were welcomed with enthusiasm by the new-born parties, the Luigi and
Angelo factions. The Luigi faction carried its strength into the
Democratic party, the Angelo faction entered into a combination with the
Whigs. The Democrats nominated Luigi for alderman under the new city
government, and the Whigs put up Angelo against him. The Democrats
nominated Pudd'nhead Wilson for mayor, and he was left alone in this
glory, for the Whigs had no man who was willing to enter the lists against
such a formidable opponent. No politician had scored such a compliment as
this before in the history of the Mississippi Valley.</p>
<p>The political campaign in Dawson's Landing opened in a pretty warm
fashion, and waxed hotter every week. Luigi's whole heart was in it, and
even Angelo developed a surprising amount of interest-which was natural,
because he was not merely representing Whigism, a matter of no consequence
to him; but he was representing something immensely finer and greater—to
wit, Reform. In him was centered the hopes of the whole reform element of
the town; he was the chosen and admired champion of every clique that had
a pet reform of any sort or kind at heart. He was president of the great
Teetotalers' Union, its chiefest prophet and mouthpiece.</p>
<p>But as the canvass went on, troubles began to spring up all around—troubles
for the twins, and through them for all the parties and segments and
fractions of parties. Whenever Luigi had possession of the legs, he
carried Angelo to balls, rum shops, Sons of Liberty parades, horse-races,
campaign riots, and everywhere else that could damage him with his party
and the church; and when it was Angelo's week he carried Luigi diligently
to all manner of moral and religious gatherings, doing his best to regain
the ground he had lost before. As a result of these double performances,
there was a storm blowing all the time, an ever-rising storm, too—a
storm of frantic criticism of the twins, and rage over their extravagant,
incomprehensible conduct.</p>
<p>Luigi had the final chance. The legs were his for the closing week of the
canvass. He led his brother a fearful dance.</p>
<p>But he saved his best card for the very eve of the election. There was to
be a grand turnout of the Teetotalers' Union that day, and Angelo was to
march at the head of the procession and deliver a great oration afterward.
Luigi drank a couple of glasses of whisky—which steadied his nerves
and clarified his mind, but made Angelo drunk. Everybody who saw the
march, saw that the Champion of the Teetotalers was half seas over, and
noted also that his brother, who made no hypocritical pretensions to extra
temperance virtues, was dignified and sober. This eloquent fact could not
be unfruitful at the end of a hot political canvass. At the mass-meeting
Angelo tried to make his great temperance oration, but was so discommoded—by
hiccoughs and thickness of tongue that he had to give it up; then
drowsiness overtook him and his head drooped against Luigi's and he went
to sleep. Luigi apologized for him, and was going on to improve his
opportunity with an appeal for a moderation of what he called “the
prevailing teetotal madness,” but persons in the audience began to howl
and throw things at him, and then the meeting rose in wrath and chased him
home.</p>
<p>This episode was a crusher for Angelo in another way. It destroyed his
chances with Rowena. Those chances had been growing, right along, for two
months. Rowena had partly confessed that she loved him, but wanted time to
consider. Now the tender dream was ended, and she told him so the moment
he was sober enough to understand. She said she would never marry a man
who drank.</p>
<p>“But I don't drink,” he pleaded.</p>
<p>“That is nothing to the point,” she said, coldly, “you get drunk, and that
is worse.”</p>
<p>[There was a long and sufficiently idiotic discussion here, which ended as
reported in a previous note.]</p>
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