They listened to him with respect. As a matter of fact, Mr. Rawn had
never tasted alcoholic beverages of any sort whatever until within the
year last past. All the better for his physique, as perhaps one might
have said after a glance at these pudgier forms adjacent to him now.
All the better, too, for his nerves. But it is not always the case
that the beginner in alcohol can drink less than one of ancient
acquaintance therewith; the reverse is often true. In John Rawn's
system strong drink produced only a somber glow, a confident
enlargement of his belief in his own powers. It never brought levity,
mirth, flippancy into his demeanor.
V
His acquaintances saw now in Mr. Rawn, the last member received into
their august affiliations, a man of breeding, long used to good things
in life, and trained to a nice discrimination. Perhaps the fact that
he was the new president of the new International Power Company, a
concern capitalized at many millions and reputed to have one of the
best things going, may have brought added respect to the attitude of
some of those who sat about the little table. Thus, one passed a gold
cigarette-box; yet another proffered selections from divers cigars, of
the best the club could provide; which was held thereabouts to be the
best that any club could provide.
"I was just telling Mason, here, when you came in, Rawn," said the
large man who had risen to greet him, "that at last it looks as though
that jumping-jack, Roosevelt, was down and out for good. I always said
he'd get his before long. Good God! When you stop to think about it,
hasn't he been a menace to the prosperity of this country?"
"He certainly has been, the everlasting butter-in," ventured a
by-sitter.
"In my belief," said Rawn solemnly, "he hasn't the ghost of a show for
the nomination--not the ghost of a show!"
"Certainly not," assented the large man. "He's been politically
repudiated in his own state and city for years, and now it's just
soaking into the heads of western men that he won't do. He's been the
Old Man of the Sea on all kinds of business development. In my belief,
half the labor troubles in this country are traceable to him--anyhow to
him and the confounded newspapers that keep stirring things up.
Progress! If these progressives had their way, I reckon we'd all be
progressing backwards, that's where we'd be. Look at all these new
men, too! It makes me sick to think how our Senate is changing." He
spoke of "our" Senate with a fine proprietary air.
"But there is talk that Roosevelt'll run again," said another speaker,
reaching for his second cocktail.
"No chance!" said the large man, who had had his second. "This whole
fool movement for unsettling business is going to come to an end.
There never was a time when unsuccessful people were not discontented.
Let the people growl if they like. They haven't got any reason.
Talk's cheap. Let 'em talk."
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