The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-12-07
A Case for Investigation.

mail that made him frown as he
read it. One of his constituents was
worried about the new bill that was up
before the senate, and he wished for
assurance that the senator would vote
against it. There were more than ru-
mors that money was being freely used
to secure the passage OF the bull, and,
though" the constituent wrote, I'VE,
knowing your record, are not afraid
of any question of bribery, we would
like, if you are willing to give it, a def
mite statement of your position in the
matter
The senator frowned agan, and then,
taking up his pen--for this was the
last letter he had come to in his mail
he set himself to answer it. The SEN
ator was self-made man, and though
he was, after all, only state senator,
he was rather proud of his product.
His was a good record, he knew and
he wished it to remain, in all things,
above suspicion, like Caesars wife,"
he thought with a half-amused and toll
Grant wonder who she was. He had
written: Dear Sir--I regret that it is
necessary for me again to assure my
constituents that | do not allow my
vote to be influenced in any way other
than by considerations for the good of
the state" So far, when he heard
slight noise, and looked up. An ap-
partition confronted nina very pretty
girl; and he stared, for she had come
in unnannounced.
as this Senator Brown" she asked.
The senator, while he answered, no.
ticed that not only had she very pretty
mouth, with delicate red lips, but that
they were quivering little. Nothing
more was needed to make the senator
uneasy for he was unused to wom-
en-, and. like all self-made men, mag
ined that they were weak creatures
who seized every opportunity to burst
into tears. He admitted, however, that
he was Senator Brown.
She came to her point with bust
ness-like directness that surprised him
in so small and frail person. "Have
you the disposal of clerkship in the
supreme court Officer" The senator was
surprised into saying that he had.
She moved little closer to him, and
he could see, on a nearer view, that she
was even prettier than he had thought.
She smiled. 'Mr.-I mean Senator she
said, would you rather have me call
YOU Mr.. or Senator Brown?' He MUIR
INJURED something about whichever she
preferred. and she went on: Then l
shall call you senator, for when man
is a senator, why not give him his name?
All sorts of people can be Mr." The
senator, not knowing what to say to
that, said nothing. She continues
Senator, want you to recommend a
friend of mine for that clerkship."
The senator collected himself He
had seen of1iceseekers before, and had
faced them undaunted. "Who is your
friend?" he asked, bluffly throwing out
his chest.
His name is Miller" she answered,
slowly Arthur Miller. He is-oh, he
is very good clerk"
MILLER, hey?" remarked the SEN
ator. why, there was one man by
that name who applied. He didn't suit
me
Yes" she said, and the senator could
see that she was holding her lips to-
gether very firmly to keep them from
quirering. He liked her for it; that
was his way, too; hold on to yourself
was his motto. "Yes," she went on,
that was Arth-that was he''
The senator looked down again at
his pen. NO" he reiterated, without
gentleness. 'he didn't suit. He was too
slow. He didn't have gumption enough"
The sen~tor haf vague feeling that
he was being brutal, but he suppressed
it as unworthy of self-made man.
She drew back little. THANK you
she said, proudly. "That-that is all,
/ think" And she turned away.
wait > minute" demanded the SEN
Rtor. Here, have a chair" lie got up