The 13th District: A Story of a CandidateWhitlock, Brand
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The 13th District: A Story of a Candidate
Whitlock, Brand
Didactic fiction; Elections -- Fiction; Political campaigns -- Fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
Dade turned her head and looked at Emily. She saw her great eyes
blinking, the tears brimming to their long lashes. She looked and
wondered, looked as long as she dared. And the wide, wide distance
between them she did not try to span by any words, but together they
sat, and pondered on the great thing that had come into their lives, as
it comes into all lives, with its hope and its frustration of hope, its
joy and its death of joy, its peace and its tragedy.
VI
Though it was still early in May, though the business of the nation was
pressing for attention, though the reforms promised by the party in
power had not been brought to pass, and though two months must elapse
before the candidates for the presidency could be nominated, six before
a president could be elected, and nearly a year before he could be
inducted into office, the coming national conventions already wrought a
curious effect in the nation.
In the first place, that strange artificial thing which men call
business felt a peculiar numbing influence stealing over it. Men began
to move cautiously, to speak guardedly, to control their opinions.
They grew crafty and secretive, as if the trend of events depended on
what, in the next few months, they said or did. The great question,
of course, was not what should be done to make the people better and
happier, though there was abundant pretense that this was so, but who
should get hold of the offices, for only so far as the holding of
offices and the drawing of salaries could make men and those dependent
upon them happier, did this question of the joy of humanity enter into
the calculations of men.
Those already in office sighed as they thought of the rapidity with
which their terms had rolled around and wondered how they might stay
in. The greater army of those who had been out of office, and for
whom the time had dragged so slowly by, were wondering how to get in.
To succeed in either case it was not necessary that men should have
programs of reform and progress, or to have any real understanding of
the theories of government, it was only necessary for them to say that
they belonged to one or the other of two great parties into which the
people had arbitrarily divided themselves, and to be able to control,
somehow, other men in the casting of their votes.
There were, of course, two or three other parties, small and without
hope of success, so that the men who belonged to them could honestly
say what they thought, but it was not considered respectable or
dignified to belong to any of these smaller parties, and the men who
adhered to them were ridiculed and ostracized and made to feel ashamed.
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