they were rioting through it again as he sat waiting in Senator Smith’s office.
The Senator was late this morning; when he came in he glanced at the morning paper before looking over his mail and the list of his callers.
“Do fools like the American people deserve salvation?” he sneered, holding off the headlines and glancing at them.
‚Äú‚Ää‚ÄòLeague Beats Trust.‚Äô‚ÅÝ‚Ää‚Å݂Ķ ‚ÄòFarmers of South Smash Effort to Bear Market‚ÅÝ‚Ää‚Å݂Ķ Send Cotton to Twelve Cents‚ÅÝ‚Ää‚Å݂Ķ Common People Triumph.‚Äô
‚ÄúA man is induced to bite off his own nose and then to sing a paean of victory. It‚Äôs nauseating‚ÅÝ‚Äîsenseless. There is no earthly use striving for such blockheads; they‚Äôd crucify any Saviour.‚Äù Thus half consciously Senator Smith salved his conscience, while he extracted a certificate of deposit for fifty thousand dollars from his New York mail. He thrust it aside from his secretary‚Äôs view and looked at his list as he rang the bell: there was Representative Todd, and somebody named Alwyn‚ÅÝ‚Äînobody of importance. Easterly was due in a half-hour. He would get rid of Todd meantime.
“Poor Todd,” he mused; “a lamb for the slaughter.”
But he patiently listened to him plead for party support and influence for his bill to prohibit gambling in futures.
‚ÄúI was warned that it was useless to see you, Senator Smith, but I would come. I believe in you. Frankly, there is a strong group of your old friends and followers forming against you; they met only last night, but I did not go. Won‚Äôt you take a stand on some of these progressive matters‚ÅÝ‚Äîthis bill, or the Child Labor movement, or Low Tariff legislation?‚Äù