The grizzled veteran of a goodly number of political battles put down his coffee-cup; he was still old-fashioned enough to drink his coffee in generous measure with the meat courses.
"You can"t do the circus act--ride two horses at once and do the same stunt on both, son," he remarked gravely. "If you"re really going to put the saddle and bridle on the publicity nag, you"ve got to turn the other one out of the corral and let it go back to the short-gra.s.s."
"It is already turned out," a.s.serted the young man, not affecting to misunderstand. "We neither buy votes nor spend illegitimate money in this campaign."
The stout a.s.sertion was good as far as it went; the new division counsel made it and believed it. But on his way to the governor"s mansion, a little later, he could not help wondering if he had been altogether candid in making it. The offices in the up-town sky-sc.r.a.per were not exclusively a railroad social centre where the disinterested voter could come and have the facts ladled out to him without fear or favor on the part of the ladler. They had come to be also a rallying-point for a heterogeneous crowd of ward-workers, wire-pullers, and small politicians, most of whom were anxious to be employed or retained as henchmen. Some of these "stretcher men," as Blount contemptuously called them, had been employed in past campaigns; others were still the beneficiaries of the railroad, holding pay-roll places which Blount acutely suspected were chiefly sinecures.
Latterly, this contingent of strikers and heelers had been greatly augmented, and it was beginning to make its demands more emphatic. A dozen times a day Blount had the worn phrase, "nothing for nothing,"
dinned into his ears, and he was beginning to harbor a suspicion that his office had been made a dumping-ground for all the other departments.
Seeing Gantry at madam the governor"s lady"s reception, Blount took an early opportunity of cornering the traffic manager in one of the otherwise deserted smoking-dens, and when he had made sure there were no eavesdroppers plunged at once into the middle of things.
"See here, d.i.c.k," he began, "you fellows downtown are making my office a cesspool, and I won"t stand for it. Garrigan, that saloon-keeper in the second ward, came up to-day to ask for a free ticket to Worthington and return; and when I pinned him down he admitted that you"d sent him to me."
"I did," said Gantry, grinning. "Why otherwise have we got a post-graduate, double-certificated political manager, I"d like to know?"
Blount dropped into a chair and felt in his pockets for his cigar-case.
"I guess we may as well fight this thing to a finish right here and now, d.i.c.k," he said coolly. "I"m not chief vote buyer for the Transcontinental Company--I"m not any kind of a vote buyer."
"Who said you were?" retorted the traffic manager.
"It says itself, if I am supposed to cut the pie and hand out pieces of it to these grub-stakers that you and Carson and Bentley and Kittredge are continually sending to me."
This time Gantry"s grin was playful, but behind it there was a shrewd flash of the Irish-blue eyes that Blount did not see.
"I guess the company would be plenty willing to furnish a few small pies for really hungry people, if you think you need them to go along with your Temple Court office fittings," he returned.
"Ah?" said Blount calmly, giving the exclamation the true Boston inflection. "You are either too shrewd or not quite shrewd enough, d.i.c.k.
You covered that up with a laugh, so that I might take it as a joke if I happened to be too thin-skinned to take it in disreputable earnest. Let us understand each other; we are fighting squarely in the open in this campaign; publicity is the word--I have Mr. McVickar for my authority.
Anybody who wants to know anything about the railroad company"s business in this State can learn it for the asking, and at first-hand. Secrecy and all the various brands of political claptrap that have been admitted in the past are to be shown the door. This is the intimation that was made to me: wasn"t it made to you?"
Gantry did not reply directly to the direct demand. On the other hand, he very carefully refrained from answering it in any degree whatsoever.
"You have your job to hold down and I have mine," he rejoined. "What you say goes as it lies, of course; but just the same, I shouldn"t be too righteously hard on the little brothers, if I were you."
"If by the "little brothers" you mean the pie-eaters, I"m going to fire them out, neck and crop, Richard. They make me excessively weary."
Gantry"s playful mood fell away from him like a cast-off garment.
"I don"t quite believe I"d do that, if I were you, Evan. There are pie-eaters on both sides in every political contest, and while they can"t do any cause any great amount of good, they can often do a good bit of harm. I wouldn"t be too hard on them, if I were you."
"What would you do?--or, rather, what did you do when you were managing the State campaign two years ago?" inquired Blount pointedly.
"I cut the pie," said the traffic manager simply.
"In other words, you let this riffraff blackmail you and, incidentally, put a big black mark against the company"s good name."
"Oh, no; I wouldn"t put it quite that strong. Not many of these little fellows ask for money, or expect it. A free ride now and then in the varnished cars is about all they look for."
"But you can"t give them pa.s.ses under the interstate law," protested the purist.
"Not outside of the State, of course. But inside of the State boundaries it"s our own business."
"You mean it _was_ our own business, previous to the pa.s.sage of the State rate law two years ago," corrected Blount.
"It is our own business to this good day--in effect. That part of the law has been a complete dead-letter from the day the governor signed it.
Why, bless your innocent heart, Evan, the very men who argued the loudest and voted the most spitefully for it came to me for their return tickets home at the end of the session. Of course, we kept the letter of the law. It says that no "free pa.s.ses" shall be given. We didn"t issue pa.s.ses; we merely gave them tickets out of the case and charged them up to "expense.""
"Faugh!" said Blount, "you make me sick! Gantry, it"s that same childish whipping of the devil around the stump by the corporations--an expedient that wouldn"t deceive the most ignorant voter that ever cast a ballot--it"s that very thing that has stirred the whole nation up to this unreasonable fight against corporate capital. Don"t you see it?"
Gantry shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess I take the line of the least resistance--like the majority of them," was the colorless reply. "When it comes down to practical politics--"
"Don"t say "practical politics" to me, d.i.c.k!" rasped the reformer.
"We"ve got the strongest argument in the world in the fact that the present law is an unfair one, needing modification or repeal. We mustn"t spoil that argument by becoming law-breakers ourselves and descending to the methods of the grafters and the machine politicians the country over. If you have been sending these pie-eaters to me, stop it--don"t do it any more. I have no earthly use for them; and they won"t have any use for me after I open up on them and tell them a few things they don"t seem to know, or to care to know."
"I don"t believe I"d do anything brash," Gantry suggested mildly, and he was still saying the same thing in diversified forms when Blount led the way back to the crowded drawing-rooms.
Dating from this little heart-to-heart talk with the traffic manager, Blount began to carry out the new policy--the starvation policy, as it soon came to be known among the would-be henchmen. The result was not altogether rea.s.suring. The first few rebuffs he administered left him with the feeling that he was winning Pyrrhic victories; it was as if he were trying to handle a complicated mechanism with the working details of which he was only theoretically familiar. There were wheels within wheels, and the application of the brakes to the smallest of them led to discordant janglings throughout the whole.
Many of the small grafters were on the pay-rolls of the railroad company, and Blount was soon definitely a.s.sured of what he had before only suspected--that they were merely nominal employees given a pay-roll standing so that there might be an excuse for giving them free transportation, and a retainer in the form of wages, if needful.
In many cases the ramifications of the petty graft were exasperatingly intricate. For example: one Thomas Gryson, who was on the pay-rolls as a machinist"s helper in the repair shops, demanded free transportation across the State for eight members of his "family." Questioned closely, he admitted that the "family" was his only by a figure of speech; that the relationship was entirely political. Blount promptly refused to recommend the issuing of employees" pa.s.ses for the eight, and the result was an immediate call from Bentley, the division master mechanic.
"About that fellow Gryson," Bentley began; "can"t you manage some way to get him transportation for his Jonesboro crowd? He is going to make trouble for us if you don"t."
Blount was justly indignant. "Gryson is on your pay-roll," he retorted.
"Why don"t you recommend the pa.s.ses yourself, on account of the motive-power department, if he is ent.i.tled to them?"
"I can"t," admitted the master mechanic. "I am held down to the issuing of pa.s.ses to employees travelling on company business only. We can stretch it a little sometimes, of course, but we can"t make it cover the whole earth."
"Neither can I!" Blount exploded. "Let it be understood, once for all, Mr. Bentley, that I am not the scape-goat for all the other departments!
I have cut it off short; I am not recommending pa.s.ses for anybody."
"But, suffering Scott, Mr. Blount, we"ve simply _got_ to take care of Tom Gryson! He"s the boss of his ward, and he has influence enough to turn even our own employees against us!"
"Influence?" scoffed the young man from the East. "How does he acquire his influence? It is merely another ill.u.s.tration of the vicious circle; you put into his hands the club with which he proceeds to knock you down. Let me tell you what I"m telling everybody; if we want a square deal, we"ve got to set the example by being square. And, by Heavens, Mr.
Bentley, we"re going to set the example!"
The master mechanic went away silenced, but by no means convinced; and a week later Gryson, who in appearance was a typical tough, and who in reality was a post-graduate of the hard school of violence and ruffianage obtaining in the lawless mining-camps of the Carnadine Hills, sauntered into Blount"s office with his cigar at the belligerent angle and an insolent taunt in his mouth.
"Well, pardner, we got them d.i.c.kie-birds o" mine over to Jonesboro, after so long a time, and no thanks to you, neither. I just blew in to tell you that I"m goin" to hit you ag"in about day after to-morrow, and if you don"t come across there"s goin" to be somethin" doin"; see?"
Blount sprang from his chair and forgot to be politic.
"You needn"t come to me the day after to-morrow, or any other time," he raged. "I"m through with you and your tribe. Get out!"