Arizona republican., 1911-04-25
DANIEL TANK AND THE
 UNFINISHED FIGHT By p. C. Macfarlane. Copyright. 1909. by the Pearson Pub
 fishing Company.
1909. by the Pearson Pub
By p. C. Macfarlane.
fishing Company.

smooth fitting kid gloves. He shook one of them at the door. He had more than half a mind to turn about and go back down the stairs. But in a mo. ment he had thought better of 1t, and with a firm hand swung open the door.
 The Boss politely motioned MT. Dunne to chair. He did not offer his hand. Mir. Dunne thought this was a delicacy conceived to relieve himself of embarrassment. He did not know that 1t was because to whom Tank gave his hand he pledged far more than he was prepared to offer to Dunne.
 The interview progressed swim mingly. Tank seemed as glad to get Dunne's point of view as the reformer was to get the Boss's. Mir Dunne ex- plained his idea of reform and his de- Termination to push his campaign be- Eond mere publicity to the punishment of the guilty parties. IL was then that MT. Tank summed up the situation as to bribery as expressed in our opening sentence. Going beyond it he added:
 As long as there's givers there's bound to be takers"
 But" urged MT. Dunne, confidently, "about the time we put stripes on a few of your councilmen and cOmmis- sioners for taking bribes. they'll see that it isn't healthy and stop it."
 Not as long as there's givers," af- frmed the Boss stOutly. " Did you ever stop to think what kind of men gets themselves elected to the c itv Council in this and every other big town? They are just the kind that if you hang up five hundred or a thou. sand dollars for vote on any propOsi tion they're going to take chances or it. ain't they? And nine hundred and ninety-nine times they get away witt it. Now, what makes the man COT rupt? He might a-been honest all his life. You get him up there where he's somebody for the first time in his life Here's a company wants a franchise for a trolley line. We need trolley lines. Great God, ain't the man hung onto a strap long enough to think we cant get too many of 'em? And there's a thousand dollars in it for him if he votes for it. And he votes. Would he have done it without the thousand dol lars? Maybe. and maybe not But who corrupted him? The man that wanted the franchise. You can send him to jail. but the milk-wagon driver or the bartender or saloon-keeper that gets the job after him, he's corrupted by the next man with a thOusand-dOl- lar bill in his hand that wants a fran chise. You can railroad him to jail too. but bribin' goes on. The way to stop it is to turn round and jail the man that pays the bribe. That's why you won't get anywhere"
 But that's exactly what We pro pose to do" said MT. Dunne.
 Tank snorted contemptuously.
 Ain't you run a newspaper long enough Tn this town to learn that you can't buck money2" questioned Tank Now, you take this trolley case the papers are screamin' their heads of about, now. sayin' that it's crooked. and that the council was bribed to pass 1t. You don't know that, and If you did you couldn't prove it, and if you could prove it, what would you prove? Why, that some councilmen took money to pass franchise for trolley line. but while you was provin' that you'd prove that the president of the trolley company paid the bribe, that is, that he's the real criminal and that he made these other men criminals. Now. you'd have a merry time sending the president of that trolley company to jail. wouldn't you? He's about the most respectable man in this commit nity He subscribed to your prosecu- tion fund. didn't he?"
 Tank laughed hilariously at the thought. But how long would he if you shoot past the little felon to the big one that you begin to see in the woodpile?"
 "I've thought of that" said MT. Dunne "We'd send him up, too" MT. Dunne's face was white with ear nestness. MT. Tanks was red with merriment. He laughed uproariously.
 Maybe you don't think it can be done" said MT. Dunne with asperity.
 "It never has been done" replied MT. Tank. "You know what Folk done in St. Louis, but you didn't notice any of the rich ones stayin' in jail. did you? And it was the same way in San Francisco. There's a supervisor out there they tell me tried and convicted of receivin' a bribe from the president of a public service company. He's in Ddu Nlutullu uOlh NlA4Cs hON. A'ut when they come to try the bribe-giver it was different. Same town, same crime. same evidence, but the jury didn't convict O you see? The evi- dence was strong enough to send the supervisor to the pen, but it wasn't strong enough to send the president of a big corporation there"
 But that isn't this town" declared Mir Dunne. and our people are a diff ferent kind Besides, there were un- usual complications there"
 Same old complications" sneered Tank. "You can't send money to jail"
 Morse" argued MT. Dunne.
 "Morse ain't got any money" snorted Tank.
 But he had some"
 "Yes, and when he lost it he went to jail"
 MT. Dunne rose to go. He had not learned anything in particular. but he was rather pleased with the interview as a whole. Especially he was pleased with the snug air of self-satisfaction with which Nr. Tank bore himself Evidently the Boss had no idea of the volcano smouldering beneath his feet. He did not know that-and Dunne chuckled and forgave the man for his insolent self-assurance, because of what he knew was soon to happen to him.