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
"Has Garwood any means?" the lawyer asked presently, and then
immediately answered his own question by observing: "I suppose not,
though; his practice, as I suppose he calls it, is confined to the
personal injury business." The judge said this with a corporation
lawyer's contempt for one who has no money and whose practice is
confined to the speculative side of personal injury cases.
"No, Jerry's poor," said McFarlane. "But I hear it rumored that old
Ethan Harkness's puttin' up some fer 'im."
"Ethan Harkness? The banker over at Grand Prairie?"
"Yep."
"Why should he provide means for Garwood's campaign?"
"Oh, don't ask me--that's what the boys says. Seems to me, though, I
heerd somethin' about Jerry's goin' to marry his daughter."
"H-m-m-m!" the judge said, and then he was silent for a while.
"Somebody would have to put up fer 'im," McFarlane continued. "I
hear he hain't paid none o' his campaign assessments yet, an' that
hain't helpin' him none. That'll be another thing in your favor, too,
Judge--unless old Harkness does hear an' heed the Mac'donian cry."
"I hardly can imagine Ethan Harkness giving away money for any purpose,
much less a purpose of that sort," said the judge, with the first
twinkle in his eye that had sparkled behind his lenses since McFarlane
had mentioned money. "And I don't place much credence in that story
about Garwood's wedding Miss Harkness. The Harknesses are really a very
good family, as I remember to have heard Mrs. Bromley say."
McFarlane did not care to venture on the unsafe ground of society, and
so was silent. The judge, too, was silent. He was pondering.
"Well, Mr. McFarlane," he said at length, "I'll consider your
suggestion carefully, and you may call to-morrow morning, if you will
be so good, when I shall have a conclusion ready for you."
The judge looked at McFarlane with the glance that terminates the
interviews of a busy man, especially a man busy in corporation
interests, where the personal equation may be largely ignored, and
waited for McFarlane to leave.
McFarlane went down the stairs, chuckling.
"He took the bit all right," he said to the man who was waiting for
him. "Let's go have a nice little drink."
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