Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1903-06-11
The PLANTING
Of q Boss
BY ARTHUR HOOVER.
toopyrIght i9o5. By DAILY story Pub. Coz

Spike decided TO seek political
preferment That is to say Big
John" was the controlling per-
sonality Of the machine which ruled
the dominant party. He was the great
est power in the state, made and I'M
made governors, senators and con-
gressmen, and dictated legislation
with all the power Of a czar-not open
", but from the obscurity Of his un-
pretentious Office. The great mass Of
the people heard Of him only OCCASION
ally during bitter political fights when
he was sometimes excoriated by the
press as a boss" but those on the in
side Of the great political game knew
him well and bowed before his power
whether they loved or hated him.
He had not gained his power and held
IL all these years without some tre-
mendous struggles II had been a long
series Of fierce battles. but he had won
one after another, emerging each time
with added prestige. He had finally
become TO be regarded as invincible
and was accorded the leadership Of the
party without question. Even the ''re-
form" and independent" elements had
ceased 10 attack him because expert
ence had taught them that they always
went down in defeat and they had tired
Of il. They now contented them
selves with shaking their heads sol
EMMY and prognostieating sad things
for society In general when it would
tolerate such q man for a political
leader.
All this was before Alexander Hanni-
bal Spike bobbed up. alex" as he
was generally called. lived in Brush
ford. which was the home town Of
Hepworth. He had grown up lanky,
peculiar boy with thin light hair, thin
legs, thin chest, thin lips, thin nose,
pale blue eyes and a remarkable head,
long and narrow and covered with
odd looking bumps. Added TO all this
he had a voice which may well be de-
scribed as thin-high shrill and orig
mating. apparently in the top Of his
head rather than in his chest. He had
always been regarded somewhat in
the light Of joke, but this
did not squeleh his soaring am
billions. The son Of a dreaming
shoemaker who has always pre-
ferred 70 talk impractical philosophy
on the street corner rather than drive
pegs in his shop, Alex early an
nounced that he was going TO be a
lawyer and was going TO congress
and maybe 70 the white house.
IL certainly was funny and people
had some excuse for laughing but the
queer little chap was never daunted.
No, stree. He had mapped out his
course and he hewed 10 the line His
father died pennies and Alex had to
carve out his career from an early age.
He did IL with his eyes on the shining
stars and his shrill voice ever pro-
claiming that by hook or crook he
would "get there He struggled
through the city schools, worked his
way through college. and starved his
way through the law books. In all
his studies he stood well-but was a
joke,
Then he hung out a single and be-
gan to practice. The odds were fear
full. because ridicule is the worst
handicap any man ever lived down, but
young Spike never paused 70 get dis
couraged. He grabbed hold and kept
everlastingly at it. He was always in
evidence and rushed in "where angels
feared to tread" He was forever up
and doing and to the surprise Of those
sensitive souls who sat in their de-
serted offices and pitied him for the ass
he was making Of himself, he began to
do a considerable practice business.
And also he was nearly always success
ful-always where tireless energy and
sleepless vigilance could win the day,
his practice increased until he felt Sc
cure in the possession Of a very decent
living income.
Then he went after politics He went
straight TO John Hepworth and said;
II want TO 60 to the legislature
Hepworth treated it as joke. The
slate was made up for years to come.
There Is no joke about this, Mr..
Hepworth," remarked Spike. u am
going into politics. ! want TO go in
regularly with your aid and counsel il
/ can. II canns I will have TO break
in as I have broken into everything
else against all the opposition Of the
established order Of things"
"Oh. come now" replied Hepworth,
laughing Don't get on your high
horse and feel hurt. You're youngyet
and there's plenty Of time. Better let
US put you on the county committee
and get your hand into the game"
NO, legislature or nothing, replied
Spike shrilly as be awkwardly backed
out.
There was a gufTaw from the poll
ticians who had been listeners but
there was a grave light in the "old
mans" eyes.
1T don't like TO hav, that fellow
against us" he remarked uneasily
"He is one Of those persistent, Eighty
cusses that nobody can guess what
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