“That newspaperman promised to give us copies of the next edition of the
“I just hope the article is favorable,” Chester said. In politics, press that praised was everything.
“He promised it would be. He said not to worry, that he is on our side, that he will write about us so people are on our side, too.”
“When did he say that?” Chester asked. “He did not say it to me.”
“To me,” Adolphina said. “When I had him up for coffee. You were busy showing the body and giving a speech at the livery.”
Chester was not so sure he liked the idea of his wife and the journalist alone in their parlor. Then he looked at her and his jealously evaporated. “It is obliging of him.”
“Oh, he is thinking of himself, make no mistake,” Adolphina said. “Newspapers all over have been picking up his reports on Coffin Varnish. He says we are the talk of the country. Can you imagine?”
“It is the killing, not us.”
“No. It is us, letting folks kill, that has everyone astir. We are doing something no one has ever done before. A few more shootings and we will be famous.”
“Sure we will,” Chester said, and laughed.
Adolphina stopped and turned him so he faced her. “You begin to worry me. Can it be you do not see the opportunity being handed to us? I would hate to think I married a dunce.”
Worried her romantic mood was waning, Chester said, “Have I ever let you down?”
“More times than I can count,” Adolphina said. “But that is neither here nor there. What matters now is that you seize the moment and use this new fame of ours to good advantage.”
“We will have more money than we have had in years,” Chester predicted, and was horrified when she gave him her look that could wilt a rock.
“Oh, Chester. How you do disappoint. I am not talking about the money, although, yes, the money is considerable. I am talking about long term. I am talking about you rising in the world. I am proud of you being mayor, but mayor is not all there is.”
“You are?” Chester was under the impression she had been distinctly underwhelmed by his being elected.
“You have served Coffin Varnish long and well, or as well as you are able,” Adolphina said. “But there are bigger political arenas. There is state government, there is the federal government.”
“You can’t mean—”
“Think, Chester, think. Fame is money in the bank to politicians. It is votes on election day. Why be a big fish in a little pond when you can be a big fish in a big pond? When you can parley the fame from these killings into state or national office?”
“You are serious, by God.”
“Never more so. If that newspaperman does as he promised, everyone in Kansas will hear about you. You could run for state senator. Later, you can run for U.S. senator.”
A keg of powder went off in Chester’s head. She was right, as usual. The possibilities were spectacularly grand. “Or I could run for Congress.”
“No, no, forget the House. They are a nest of chipmunks. They chatter a lot but never do much. The Senate is where the power is, the power and the money. Become a United States senator and your future, and our fortune, is assured.”
A rare warmth spread through Chester. “You care about my career?”
“Of course, stupid. The higher you rise, the better for both of us. For you, power and prestige. For me, power and a mansion and a carriage and servants to do the cooking and the mending.”
“Servants cost money,” Chester carped.
“A United States senator can afford them. A senator can afford anything.” Adolphina smiled wistfully. “We can dine out every night. We can travel. Senator Chester Luce. How does that sound?”
Chester was intoxicated by her brilliance. “Oh, Fina,” he said, using his pet name for her. She had warned him never to do it in public or she would slap him, but she didn’t slap him.
“I might be getting ahead of myself, but in time, who knows? You could go beyond senator.”
“What is there beyond?” Chester asked. The answer struck him with the force of a hammer blow. “Oh, you can’t mean
“Why can’t I? If Grant can get voted in, why not you? You aren’t much shorter and fatter. Sure, he won the Civil War, and that made him famous, but what else had he done? Fame is the key. Fame is how you rise above the common herd to lord it over them.”
Chester’s head filled with visions of the White House, of him addressing a joint session of Congress, of him picking a bevy of pretty secretaries. “Adolphina, I am impressed. I never knew you were such a deep thinker.”
“One of us has to be.”
∗ ∗ ∗
Miles to the south another couple strolled arm in arm under the twinkling stars.
Ernestine Prescott was giddy with glee. She felt young again. The years had been stripped away and she was no longer a spinster teacher. She was a girl in love, ablaze with life and vitality. Then Jeeter Frost threw a bucket of water on her inner fire.
“I don’t feel right about this.”
“About us?” Inwardly Ernestine trembled, afraid he had changed his mind about loving her.
“About us going off together.”
