The congressman's wife, a story of American politics — John Shaqi
The congressman's wife, a story of American politicsBarry, John D. (John Daniel)
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The congressman's wife, a story of American politics
Barry, John D. (John Daniel)
Legislators' spouses -- Fiction; Political fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Fiction
Briggs walked slowly across the conservatory. His curiosity had
suddenly changed to strong temptation. After all, the scheme was
practicable. It was merely another expression of the deceit he had
been practising for years. In spite of his confidence in his safety,
it would be wise for him to take every precaution to protect his
reputation. The attacks on his character by the opposition papers would
probably grow more violent as the time for his re-election approached.
But at the thought of getting up in the House and attacking the bill he
had worked for, of making himself an object of contempt to the very men
who were his partners in the deal, he turned sick. “No, thank you,” he
said, suddenly. “I may have done worse things, but I couldn’t do that!”
For a moment, in spite of the sordid quality of his motive, he had the
delicious exhilaration of feeling that he had resisted a temptation.
West shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what Aspinwall has done over and
over again in the Senate. It doesn’t seem to hurt him. He’s one of the
most popular men in the country--and the biggest fraud,” he added, with
a laugh.
Briggs had begun to pace the narrow walk of the conservatory. He
stopped as if on impulse. “West!” he said.
West looked up in surprise. “Well?”
“I have something to say to you. I’ll stand by you in this railroad
business till it goes through. I’ll vote for the bill, because I’ve
pledged myself to it. You can get along without my vote, I know. The
bill is sure to pass. But if there’s any odium to be attached to me for
supporting it, I’ll take the consequences.”
“Oh! I thought you were a little nervous about your election, that’s
all,” West remarked, carelessly.
The lines running from the corners of Briggs’s mouth deepened. “I’ve
lied pretty constantly so far, and I suppose I’ll go on lying till the
deal goes through.”
“That won’t be till the next session. We never can bring it up before
adjournment.”
Briggs apparently did not hear this speech. “But remember one thing,”
he went on, as if continuing his previous remark, “it’s the last
official work you need expect me to do for you. Any personal service
I shall be only too glad to do. Whatever your motives may have been,
you stood by me when I needed a friend. You made my career possible.
I should be an ingrate to forget that. But we’re quits. In future, I
propose to keep my hands free.”
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