Ethics -- Fiction; Religion and sociology -- Fiction; Upper class families -- Fiction
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Paret,” said Mr.
Trulease. “Your name is a familiar one in your city, sir. And I gather
from your card that you are associated with my good friend, Theodore
Watling.”
I acknowledged it. I was not a little impressed by the perfect blend of
cordiality, democratic simplicity and impressiveness Mr. Trulease had
achieved. For he had managed, in the course of a long political career,
to combine in exact proportions these elements which, in the public
mind, should up the personality of a chief executive. Momentarily
he overcame the feeling of superiority with which I had entered his
presence; neutralized the sense I had of being associated now with the
higher powers which had put him where he was. For I knew all about his
“record.”
“You're acquainted with Colonel Varney?” he inquired.
“Yes, Governor, I've met the Colonel,” I said.
“Well, I suppose your firm is getting its share of business these days,”
Mr. Trulease observed. I acknowledged it was, and after discussing for a
few moments the remarkable growth of my native city the Governor tapped
on his desk and inquired what he could do for me. I produced the letter
from the attorney for the Railroad. The Governor read it gravely.
“Ah,” he said, “from Mr. Gorse.” A copy of the proposed bill was
enclosed, and the Governor read that also, hemmed and hawed a little,
turned and handed it to Colonel Varney, who was sitting with a detached
air, smoking contemplatively, a vacant expression on his face. “What do
you think of this, Colonel?”
Whereupon the Colonel tore himself away from his reflections.
“What's that, Governor?”
“Mr. Gorse has called my attention to what seems to him a flaw in our
statutes, an inability to obtain testimony from corporations whose books
are elsewhere, and who may thus evade, he says, to a certain extent, the
sovereign will of our state.”
The Colonel took the paper with an admirable air of surprise, adjusted
his glasses, and became absorbed in reading, clearing his throat once or
twice and emitting an exclamation.
“Well, if you ask me, Governor,” he said, at length, “all I can say is
that I am astonished somebody didn't think of this simple remedy before
now. Many times, sir, have I seen justice defeated because we had no
such legislation as this.”
He handed it back. The Governor studied it once more, and coughed.
“Does the penalty,” he inquired, “seem to you a little severe?”
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