Jeff smiled. "I told Captain Chunn he was taking a big chance."
"If he"s as rich as they say he is he can afford to lose some money."
James took the news of his cousin"s good fortune a little peevishly. He did not grudge Jeff"s advancement, but he resented that it had befallen him to-day of all days. The promotion of the reporter took the edge off his own achievements.
Part 2
As James understood his own genius, it was as a statesman that he was fitted preeminently to shine. He had the urbanity, the large impa.s.sive manner, and the magnetic eloquence of the old-style congressman. All he needed was the chance.
With the pa.s.sing months he grew more restless at the delay. There were moments in the night when he trembled lest some stroke of evil fate might fall upon him before he had carved his name in the niche of fame.
To sit in an empty law office and wait for clients took more patience than he could summon. He wanted an opportunity to make speeches in the campaign that was soon to open. That he finally went to Big Tim himself about it instead of to his ward committeeman was characteristic of James K.
After he sent his card in the young lawyer was kept waiting for thirty-five minutes in an outer office along with a Jew peddler, a pugilist ward heeler, an Irish saloonkeeper, and a brick contractor.
Naturally he was exceedingly annoyed. O"Brien ought to know that James K. Farnum did not rank with this riff-raff.
When at last James got into the holy of holies he found Big Tim lolling back in his swivel chair with a fat cigar in his mouth. The boss did not take the trouble to rise as he waved his visitor to a chair.
Farnum explained that he was interested in the political situation and that he was prepared to take an active part in the campaign about to open. The big man listened, watching him out of half shut attentive eyes. He had never yet seen a kid glove politician that was worth the powder to blow him up. Moreover, he had special reasons for disliking this one. His cousin was editor of the _World_, and that paper was becoming a thorn in his side.
O"Brien took the cigar from his mouth. "Did youse go to the primary last night?" he asked.
James did not even know there had been one. He had in point of fact been at a Country Club dance.
"Can youse tell me what the vote of your precinct was at the last city election?"
The budding statesman could not.
"What precinct do youse live in?"
Farnum was not quite sure. He explained that he had moved recently.
Big Tim grunted scornfully. He was pleased to have a chance to take down the cheek of any Farnum.
"What do youse think you can do?"
"I can make speeches. I"m the best orator that ever came out of Verden University."
"Tommyrot! How do youse stand in your precinct? Can youse get the vote out to go down the line for us? That"s what counts. Oratory be d.a.m.ned!"
James was pale with rage. The manner of the boss was nothing less than insulting.
"Then you decline to give me a chance, Mr. O"Brien?"
"I do not. In politics a man makes his own chance. He gets along by being so useful we can"t get along without him. See? He learns the game.
You don"t know the A B C of it. It"s my opinion youse never will."
O"Brien"s hard cold eye triumphed over him as a princ.i.p.al does over a delinquent schoolboy.
His vanity stung, the lawyer sprang to his feet. "Very well, Mr.
O"Brien. I"ll show you a thing or two about what I can and can"t do."
For just an instant a notion flitted across Big Tim"s mind that he might be making a mistake. He was indulging an ugly temper, and he knew it.
This was a luxury he rarely permitted himself. Now he decided to "go the whole hog," as he phrased it to himself later. His lips set to an ugly snarl.
"It"s like the nerve of ye to come to me. Want to begin at the top instid of at the bottom. Go to Billie Gray if youse want to have some wan learn youse the game. If you"re any good he"ll find it out."
James got himself out of the office with all the dignity of which he was capable. Go to Billie Gray, the notorious ballot box stuffer! Take orders from the little rascal who had shaved the penitentiary only because of his pull! James saw himself doing it. He was sore in every outraged nerve of him. Never before in his life had anybody sat and sneered at him openly before his eyes. He would show the big boss that he had been a fool to treat him so. And he would show P. C. Frome and Ned Merrill that he was a very valuable man.
How? Why, by fighting the corporations! Wasn"t that the way that all the big men got their start nowadays as lawyers? As soon as they discovered his value Frome and his friends would be after his services fast enough.
James was no radical, but he believed Jeff knew what he was talking about when he predicted an impending political change, one that would carry power back from the machine bosses to the people. The young lawyer decided to ride that wave as far as it would take him. He would be a tribune of the people, and they in turn would make of him their hero.
With the promised backing of the _World_ he would go a long way. He knew that Jeff would fling him at once into the limelight. And he would make good. He would be the big speaker for the reform movement. n.o.body in the state could sway a crowd as he could. James had not the least doubt about that. It was glory and applause he wanted, not the drudgery of dirty ward politics.
Part 3
Under Jeff"s management the _World_ had at once taken the leadership in the fight for political reform in the state. He made it the policy of the paper to tell the truth as to corruption both in and out of his own party. Nor would he allow the business office, as influenced by the advertisers, to dictate the policy of the paper. The result was that at the end of the first year he went to the owner with a report of a deficit of one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars for the twelve months just ended.
Captain Chunn only laughed. "Keep it up, son. I"ve had lots of fun out of it. You"ve given this town one grand good shaking up. The whole state is getting its fighting clothes on. We"ve got Merrill and Frome scared stiff about their supreme court judges. Looks to me as if we were going to lick them."
The political campaign was already in progress. Hitherto the public utility corporations of Verden had controlled and practically owned the machinery of both parties. The _World_ had revolted, rallied the better sentiment in the party to which it belonged, and forced the convention to declare for a reform platform and to nominate a clean ticket composed of men of character.
Jeff agreed. "I think we"re going to win. The people are with us. The _World_ is booming." It"s the advertising troubles me. Frome and Merrill have got at the big stores and they won"t come in with any s.p.a.ce worth mentioning."
"d.a.m.n the big advertisers," exploded Chunn. "I"ve got two million cold and I"m going to see this thing out, son. That"s what I told Frome last week when he had the nerve to have me nominated to the Verden Club.
Wanted to muzzle me. Be a good fellow and quit agitating. That was the idea. I sent back word I"d stuck by Lee to Appomattox and I reckoned I was too old a dog to learn the new trick of deserting my flag."
"If you"re satisfied I ought to be," Jeff laughed. "As for the advertising, the stores will come back soon. The managers all want to take s.p.a.ce, but they are afraid of spoiling their credit at the banks while conditions are so unsettled."
"Oh, well. We"ll stick to our guns. You fire"em and I"ll supply the ammunition." The little man put his hand on Jeff"s shoulder with a chuckle. "We"re both rebels--both irreconcilables, son. I reckon we"re going to be well hated before we get through with this fight."
"Yes. They"re going about making people believe we"re cranks and agitators who are hurting business for our own selfish ends."
"I reckon we can stand it, David." Chunn had no children of his own and he always called Jeff son or David. "By the way, how"s that good looking cousin of yours coming out? I see you"re giving his speeches lots of s.p.a.ce."
A light leaped to the eyes of the younger man. "He"s doing fine. James is a born orator. Wherever he goes he gets a big ovation."
Chunn grunted. "Humph! That"ll please him. He"s as selfish as the devil, always looking out for James Farnum."
"He wins the people, Captain."
"You talk every evening yourself, but I don"t see reports of any of your speeches."
"I don"t talk like James. There"s not a man in the state to equal him, young as he is."
"Humph!"
Captain Chunn grumbled a good deal about the way Jeff was always pushing his cousin forward and keeping in the background himself. In his opinion "David" was worth a hundred of the other.