New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
His was an hereditary office, but, unlike most men that inherit
power, he had inherited also the abilities that had gained the power.
His father, who had begun life as a policeman, had been a great
exemplar of the political uses of an element fully realized only by
the expert politician: the human element. The name of O'Malley had
now for a generation been, south of Fourteenth Street, a magic title.
To a legion of men, women, and children, it stood for a sort of
substitute, and very near and practical, Providence. It implied
contact, fellow-feeling, the personal relation. Acting upon the
politician's axiom that whatever is acquired is right, the elder
O'Malley had risen from the street force until, after zealous
party-work, he had been promoted, in the palmy days of policy and the
pool-rooms, to the "Gambling Squad," where he had performed the
astounding financial feat of saving eight times his monthly salary,
had retired, and grown annually richer and stronger through politics,
without once losing the esteem of his voting underlings, or once
seeming to cease being one of them. Since his father's death, now
that gambling had declined and prostitution had risen as political
material, Michael, who had been brought up to the business, had
filled the place of that genuinely mourned parent. Without any
publicly acknowledged means of support, even with no headquarters
save the daily shifted back-rooms of saloons, he had extended and
increased the power and the fortune that had been left to him. He
was known as the friend of the distressed; he was recognized as
benefiting with his left hand the poor whom he unimpededly robbed
with his right. To those who were without money or without
assistance he was always accessible. He made festival with the merry
and was readily sympathetic with them that mourned. By small gifts
at all times and large gifts in days of emergency, by acting as the
adviser, the employment-agent, the defender, from the law, of the
people whom he exploited and upon whose weaknesses and vices he
throve, he won and held fast both the tribute and the allegiance of
the vicious and the weak.
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