They sat down there and for half an hour chatted and gossiped, recalled old friends and associates of legislatures that were gone, discussed them, accounted for them, pursued their subsequent histories in politics or out of politics, their triumphs, their failures and their fates—in short, they reconstructed their own little world and caught up with the times.
"'Tain't what it used to be, Jim," said Bemis with an old man's deploration of change. "You did right to get out of it. I don't want any more of it. When this session closes I'm through; I won't run again."
Holman was not greatly impressed; politicians, he knew, were always making their last campaign, as sailors were always making their last voyage.
"Sine die adjournment next week, and then good-*by to politics for me," Bemis went on. "I'll be glad to be shut of it all. Nothing in it, nothing in it." He wagged his sage head sadly.
"Anything—ah—doing this session?" asked Holman, glancing sidewise at his old colleague.
"No, nothing except this Chicago street-car bill. We passed it, you know, and the governor vetoed it. The reformers raised an awful howl. Comes up—*
