Part 37 (1/2)
”Yes.”
Still the Governor hesitated, but finally began a big G. Having committed himself, he wrote the rest rapidly. He paused for a moment over the second bill, and fingered it nervously. Then he signed it quickly. ”That's done.” He shoved them both away much as if they were dangerous.
”I wonder,” thought Peter, ”if he enjoys politics?”
”There's been a great deal of trouble about the commissioners,” said the Governor.
”I suppose so,” said Peter.
”Even now, I can't decide. The leaders all want different men.”
”The decision rests with you.”
”That's the trouble,” sighed the Governor. ”If only they'd agree.”
”You should make your own choice. You will be held responsible if the appointments are bad.”
”I know I shall. Just look over those lists, and see if you think they'll do?”
Peter took the slips of paper and read them.
”I needn't say I'm pleased to see my name,” he said. ”I had no idea you would think of me.”
”That was done by Costell,” said the Governor, hastening to s.h.i.+ft the responsibility.
”I really don't know any of the rest well enough to express an opinion.
Personally, I should like to see some scientific men on each commission.”
”Scientific! But we have none in politics.”
”No? But this isn't politics.”
”I hoped you'd think these lists right.”
”I think they are good. And the bills give us the power to take evidence; perhaps we can get the scientific part that way.”
Peter did his best to brace Catlin up; and his talk or other pressure seemed to have partially galvanized the backbone of that limp individual, for a week later the papers announced the naming of the two commissions. The lists had been changed, however. That on food consisted of Green, a wholesale grocer, and a member of the Health Board. Peter's name had been dropped. That on tenements, of five members, was made up of Peter; a very large property-owner in New York, who was a member as well of the a.s.sembly; a professional labor agitator; a well-known politician of the better type, and a public contractor. Peter, who had been studying some reports of a British Royal Commission on the same subject, looked grave, thinking that what the trained men in England had failed in doing, he could hardly hope to accomplish with such ill-a.s.sorted instruments. The papers were rather down on the lists. ”The appointments have destroyed any chance of possible benefit,” was their general conclusion, and Peter feared they were right.
Costell laughed when Peter spoke of the commissions. ”If you want Catlin to do anything well, you've got to stand over him till it's done. I wanted you on both commissions, so that you could see how useless they all are, and not blame us politicians for failing in our duty. Green promises to get you appointed Secretary of the Food Commission, which is the next best thing, and will give you a good salary for a time.”
The Tenement Commission met with little delay, and Peter had a chance to examine its motley members. The big landlord was a great swell, who had political ambitions, but was too exclusive, and too much of a dilettante to be a real force. Peter took a prejudice against him before meeting him, for he knew just how his election to the a.s.sembly had been obtained--even the size of the check--and Peter thought buying an election was not a very creditable business. He did not like what he knew of the labor agitator, for such of the latter's utterances and opinions as he had read seemed to be the cheapest kind of demagogism.
The politician he had met and liked. Of the contractor he knew nothing.
The Commission organized by electing the politician as chairman. Then the naming of a secretary was discussed, each member but Peter having a candidate. Much to Peter's surprise, the landlord, Mr. Pell, named Ray Rivington.
”I thought he was studying law?” Peter said.
”He is,” said Pell. ”But he can easily arrange to get off for the few hours we shall meet a week, and the five dollars a day will be a very nice addition to his income. Do you know him?”
”We were in college together. I thought he was rich.”