Bisbee daily review., 1913-08-08
CHAPTER V.

iCk corridor caused more attention among the loungers than would the ar rival of g stage beauty, had at first glance little about him to justify such Interest Pa was long rather than .aE thin with q wiry coEpactness, and ag r'0ssant aon-cOmmittal face. His dgs might have been fifty. But a closer glance at his half-shut eyes al ways gave an odd impression that they were fully a thousand years old. Per. ! haps this was why Jim Blake seldom | opened them wide.
 Hello. boys" repeated Jim Blake. glancing genially and inexpressively from one to the other, from beneath his hanging lids Seemed to me smelt something burning. How are | you, Standish? What's up, Tom?' %. Why" answered Torn vaguely em. barrassed, nothing very much. Just little political discussion" 2.
 50 gathered" yawned Blake. Mark, you seemed to have been sup | plying the fireworks for it. I don't sup pose it occurred to you that the whole | surrounding landscape is fairly crawl | ing with reporters? Nice little story for the morning papers, hey? High | Words Between Speakership Aspirants in Keswick Lobby And a half col | umn more of what you both would have said if you'd said what the re | porters thought maybe you might have said. Fine business. Especially al | this time"
 He called me" burst forth Mark. And you showed your hand?" | hazarded Blake Good poker, Mark. But punk politics. Mark, I'm afraid we're keeping MT. Standish from his | dinner
 Good night replied Standish. talk. ing the broad hint with nc show Of | feeling.
 Good night-tin the house meets at ten o'clock" said Blake. ''I suppose | you'll lead your gallant insurge1ft CO horts in person this evening"" | "Yes."
 Don't want to call 1t Of and come into the fold again I s'pose?' suggest ed Blake quizzically. . l NO, thanks smiled the insurgent and passed on toward the dining room.
 Hello, Van Dyke!" called Blake as the lawyer, with Neligan and Gregg in tow, came along the corridor toward them. from the bar. What brings you to Washington? Whats up?"
 i That's what I'm trying to find out 2 answered Van Dyke. shaking hands with Blake and instinctively leading the way to the adjacent amen corner, What is up? You're supposed to te managing this fight. Jim. And here we find ourselves in the very worst hole we've been in since ninety-seyen If you and hadn't fought shoulder to shoulder for years and years, I'd be tempted to say you were lying down
 The crowd down on Broadway answered Blake. have handed us e raw proposition ia this Mullins bill The bill smells so rank that even the dear. dear public have got B whii oi it. And when the public gets its sense Of smell into good working order-Oh what's the use, Van Dyke? You can see what we're up against. You know the temper of the country. We cant even defend that bill of yours. Ant this is no time to put over such raw one. It's Ike"
 ''StIll." argued Van Dyke, "you sait you'd be able to put the deal through And there's surely enough in it fol us all" T said could put it through. Ano could-when we started. But Stand Ish wasn't fighting 1t then. This !sn' the Bill versus the. People. It's Ma standish versus the Organization. An Standish has the peopie-the waked-ul people-behindg him. Hes their Idol He's the parsons pet. They. look .or him as the Worthy Young Man wh' couldn't do wrong if he tried and wh' isn't wicked enough to try. In othe
 words, he's never been found out There's only two classes of men that ever met-the sort that have beel
 found out and the sort that haven't If we can damage Standish in the eye of tke ,psople-if we can. make th
 clesg5 .rapudiate him. l,., That's just the point" cried Va Dyke. "why haven't you been able (
 do that. instead of sitting peacefuli to enc side and waiting for him t
 wreck hiniseif?" we've had detectives on him" pu
 in Neligan. T told you all that. Va
 Dyke"
 'Detectiyes7" snorted the lawyer
 What good is that? Your detective
 will charge you seven dollars da
 and expenses-mostly expenses-fo
 giving you @ fulf report of the wa
 standish spends the day and what
 has to eat and the number of cigars
 smokes and the addresses of some c
 the letters he writes. You'll never ge
 Standlsh that way. If ever he's broke
 IIw-and most men have" "oh. not SO many" gently contr;
 dicted Blake. Two jails would b
 plenty large to hold all the folks wh
 have broken any law. And the tw
 tails could be built real easy-iust D