“‘Gentlemen are as familiar with the rules as is the chair. They are well aware that the chair is powerless to order a roll-call after a _viva voce_ vote, unless he is in doubt as to the result, the demand for the yeas and nays not having been preferred before the question had been put to the house. In this instance’--and the splendid old fellow swung his gavel to his ear, and the smile flickered out of his face--‘in this instance the chair is not in doubt. The ayes seem to have it, the ayes have it, and the main question is ordered.’ The hammer fell like a bolt, and then calmly leaning on it, his eye traveled around over the turbulent mob, until it lit on George Herrick and his little band of dazed reformers--and I knew he was thinking of the old man over in the mansion whom he hated with an Indian’s hate--and as he looked George in the eye, the cold smile came back, and he said: “‘The question is: Shall the house concur with the senate in the passage of senate bill No. 106, notwithstanding the objections of the governor. Upon this question those in favor of the bill will vote aye, and those opposed will vote no, when their names are called, and the clerk will call the roll.’ The gavel fell, and the speaker, holding it where it had fallen, leaned half his length over his desk and motioned to Hen Harvey. Hen had taken off his coat and vest and collar--he would call _that_ roll himself--and as he unbuttoned his cuffs, inclining his head toward the speaker, ’Zeke yelled in his ear: “‘Now, Hen, damn it, call that roll to beat all hell.’ “Then we knew that the Bailey bill fight was on to a finish. We had had our first big battle with the reformers, and were down together in the last ditch. Whenever a bill with something in it is about to pass the legislature, a strange quality steals into the atmosphere, just as there does in the council chamber in Chicago when anything is to be pulled off--don’t you know? There is a forebodement, an apprehensiveness, that electrifies the nerves and oppresses the lungs. I felt it there that night. We had had a heavy fight to pass the bill in the first place, and now we had to override a veto! It’s hard enough to get the seventy-seven votes that constitute a majority, with the people against you--men are such cowards--but when it comes to rounding up two-thirds--a hundred and two--it’s an entirely different problem. We had been working quietly at the thing for days, for we knew the veto was coming, and that the old man would wait until the last night to send it in. We had a hundred and one tried and true men who would stick to the end. The hundred and second was Jim Berry. We had his promise, and believed he would stay in line--though he was afraid of his constits--for he was poor and in debt. “Judge Hardin came and sat beside me that we might check them off for ourselves, and Hen began calling the roll: “‘Allen!’ “‘Aye!’ “‘Ambaugh!’ “‘Aye!’ “‘Anderson!’ “‘Aye!’ “‘Bartly!’ “‘Aye!’