The labor world., 1911-11-18
BY HENRY RUSSELL MILL


D1scoNTENT.
TN the tallest of the city's skyscrap-
ers, in the highest story Of said
building, were, as the letters on
the ground glass door announced.
the law offices Of Paul Remington.
The term "law offices" was perhaps q
misnomer, for upon Paul had fallen
the distrust which the business public
often feels for the political lawyer,
and the bulk Of his practice consisted
principally in caring for the legal end
of Bob's business ventures and in help
ing their political friends out of police
court scrapes.
Only the presence Of Miss Myrtle
Jones, stenographer, reminded you that
this was a legal center.
On this particular morning some
two weeks after the convention Miss
Jones was early at her post. Bob en-
tered with a curt greeting. He was
accompanied by Haggin, who wore
sheepish grin.
"Well," he said, ''they sure did put
the bug on us last night"
$50 I've been told" Bob remarked
dryly. "Sit down."
Haggin sat down on the window sill
1t was more comfortable than Bob's
chairs-and crossed his hands over his
{; pacious paunch. ''Malassey's out
there" he said.
"Yes." And Bob's teeth came to-
gether with an audible click. Hes
been waiting there for some time.
That's why sent for you. Tom, how
much is he worth in the Seventh?'
"Well, he's worth good deal. All
that Democrat bunch follow him like
sheep. An the Seventh is Democrat
ward"
Then you think he's really 1mpor.
tant?"
"Un-huh! Haggin agreed. biggest
man in the ward. Paups the only man
that ever could touch him. An even
Paul can't knock sense into a Demo-
-Srat when he gets set. But, say, you
ain't''-
I'm going to knock little sense
into one Democrat" He touched a
button, and Miss Jones opened the
door.
"Miss Jones, will you ask Malassey
to step in? And, Miss Jones, if Mr..
Remington should come in, please hold
him until can see him. rely on
you"
Malassey was type Of the profess
sional mixer" big. red faced fellow
with a bluff, boisterous manner that
passed for good fellowship among the
undiscerning. One eye was set slight
ay lower than its fellow. Bob greeted
him with a curt nod and lolled back
In his chair. Haggin grimly ignored
the entrance of the newcomer. Ma
lassey seated himself awkwar1ly on
the edge Of a chair.
"Im mighty sorry about the conven-
ton, Mr.. McAdoo," he began eagerly.
"T"-
Bob chuckled. IT see. really think
he'd better hunt another job, Tom.''
Malassey sprang to his feet, pale and
trembling. Before God, Mr.. McAdoo,"
he began with nervous vehemence, II
DIDN'T
Bob came sharply upright in his
chair.
"Before God, Malassey," he said
harshly, "you did. You were to go
into the Democratic nominating COM
mittee and help get me their indorse-
ment. But you didn't"
TITS lie, whoever says it." Malas.
sey cried. II voted for you, and the
record'n prove it."
Eyes, you voted for me when the
committee was safely against me. You
took f1ier in double dealing, Malassey.
It has netted you a thousand dollars,
and that's all. The mayor expects your
resignation at once. Good morning,
Malassey."
. An hour later Paul came in and
threw himself wearily on one Of Bob's
uncomfortable chairs.
"Well," he said moodily, 'you lost
that trick"
"1'm not infallible," Bob returned
calmly. "And they played this hand
better than the last one"
Paul nodded. Eyes. But why. in
heavens name, did they pick out Har-
land? He's good man and indie.
pendent. They can't control him.
Eyes, he's all that. And he'll make a
good run. which is more to the point.
He's the only man in the city who
stands chance against u.s." -*
"But where do they come In between
you twoY'
Bob shrugged his shoulders. "Any
port in a storm. They prefer to- take
their, chances with him rather than
with me-"
Paul sprang to his feet and began
to pace the floor nervously. They'll
use him to break you, and then they'll
break him. They are relentless and
patient. It's an invincible combina.
ti0n. Good God. Bob. what an enc
my you are fighting! You're a big
man, but you're pygmy beside them
You've won out SO far, but that Is be
I cause they haven't really taken you
4 seriously. But now you've taught