Part 26 (2/2)
The little car stood waiting, surrounded by a group of admiring children. Its owner stepped in briskly, backed around and received her pa.s.sengers.
”Well,” she smiled as they drew out on the traveled highway, ”how do you like the purlieus of our n.o.ble little city?”
Genevieve was silent. Then she spoke with conviction.
”When George is in power--and he's _got_ to be--the Law will be the Law.
I know him.”
CHAPTER XI. BY MARJORIE BENTON COOK
George Remington walked toward headquarters with more a.s.surance than he felt. He resented Doolittle's command that he appear at once. He was beginning to realize the pressure which these campaign managers were bringing to bear upon him. He was not sure yet how far he could go, in out-and-out defiance of them and their dictates.
He knew that he had absolutely no ambitions, no interests in common with these schemers, whose sole idea lay in party patronage, in manipulating every political opportunity--in short, in reaping where they had sown.
The question now confronting him was this: was he prepared to sell his political birthright for the mess of pottage they offered him?
He stood a second at the door of the office, peering through the reeking, smoke-filled atmosphere, to get a bird's-eye view of the situation before he entered.
Mr. Doolittle sat on the edge of a table monologuing to Wes' Norton and Pat Noonan. Mr.
Norton was the president of the Whitewater Commercial Club, composed of the leading merchants of the town, and Mr. Noonan was the apostle of the liquor interests. Remington felt his back stiffen as he stepped among them.
”Good-evening, gentlemen,” he said briskly.
”H'are ye, George?” drawled Doolittle.
”There was something you wanted to discuss with me?”
”I dunno as there's anything to discuss, but there's a few things Wes'
an' Pat an' me'd like to say to ye. There ain't no two ways of thinkin'
about the prosperity of Whitewater, ye know, George. The merchants in this town is satisfied with the way things is boomin'. The factory workers is gittin' theirs, with high wages an' overtime. The stockholders is makin' no kick on the dividends--as ye know, George, being one of them.
”Now, we don't want nuthin' to disturb all this If the fact'ries is crackin' the law a bit, why, it ain't the first time such things has got by the inspector. The fact'ry managers'd like some a.s.surance from ye that ye're goin' to keep yer hands off before they line up the fact'ry hands to vote for ye.”
Doolittle paused here. George nodded.
”When are ye comin' out with a plain statement of yer intentions, George?” inquired Mr. Norton in a conciliatory tone.
”The voters in this town will get a clear statement of my stand on all the issues of this campaign in plenty of time, gentlemen.”
”That's all right fer the voter, but ye can't stall _us_ wit' that kind of talk--” began Noonan.
”Wait a minute, Pat,” counseled Doolittle. ”George means all right. He's new to this game, but he means to stand fer the intrusts of his party, don't ye, George?”
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