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In the election of 1892 which shortly followed his introduction to
the City, he was asked by the family to make a third candidate in
East Rutland in order to split, what was then called, the 'Liberal'
vote against his brother James, who had presented himself in what was
then called the 'Conservative' interest. William Bailey, naturally
good-natured and thinking to enjoy the mild excitement of a short
campaign, was delighted to present himself as an Independent Liberal,
and until within a few days of the poll, conducted himself as the
situation required, taking care to draw upon himself such votes--and
no more--as might secure his brother's election. Unhappily the twisted
spirit of the man got the better of him in the last week before the
poll, and he fell into a deplorable breach of good taste and family
feeling; he suddenly began deliberately to attract the attention and
win the support of every sort of elector. To his own considerable
surprise (but it must be admitted to his secret gratification) he
was returned--with what consequent and final effect upon his family
relations need not be told!
During the short life of that parliament he made himself conspicuous
by abstaining from the narrow and perilous divisions to which his
party was subjected, by asking the most offensive personal questions
of responsible Ministers, by shouting interjections which repeatedly
called upon him the severe reprimand of the highly distinguished man
who then occupied the Chair, and by moving, when the luck of the
ballot fell his way, a motion so offensive to every loyal and generous
feeling, that even the Opposition found themselves compelled to support
the Government in an early adjournment to prevent its discussion.
In the early summer of 1895 he appeared to suffer a sudden conversion,
spoke frequently in the most decent and weighty of parliamentary
manners, was present at every division, supported his colleagues in the
country and then--utterly without warning--betrayed one of the safest
seats in England by refusing at the General Election to present himself
again as a candidate.
A man who acts thus in our public life bars every serious career
against himself. Whether Mr. Bailey had foreseen this or no, he was at
any rate content henceforward to live as a private gentleman in his
little house in Bruton Street. But his restless temper still led him
from one set to another, mingling with every one and seen everywhere.
He wrote, he occasionally spoke, and above all it was his delight,
by insinuation or by direct disclosure, to embarrass and expose his
fellow-beings; a man dangerous in the extreme, and, I repeat, one whom
no society less tolerant than ours would have endured for a year.
Such was the rock on which the proud ship of Mr. Clutterbuck's good
fortune struck.
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