The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1913-08-13


son. that by trying to force the Null
Inns bill through, you are betraying
the people who voted for your"
ooh, be sensible!" urged Robertson;
and Tom, who knew his brotherin-law.
noted the mighty effort With which the
attempt at Cancellation was kept up
Were both politicians. There's no
sense in spouting noble sentiments for
my benefit. Keep them for your par
sons. I was promised the speaker
ship. And to get it away from me you
turned insurgent The Mullins bill
tonight's battle-means nothing to you
but a test of power. There's no prin.
ciple involved. II you can kill the bill
1T will prove only you're strong
! enough oGepose our speaker and put
yourself in his chair. That's your
game. Why pose as a reformer"
You're quite wrong" said Standish.
with a certain irritating patience, Il |
haven't any pose. If I had I should |
not bother to display 1t for your bene- |
/ fit. l am not hypocrite enough to say
don't want every legitimate political
reward l can earn. Who doesn't? But
! that's not why I'm fighting this Mullins
bill of yours. And at heart you know
it isn't. I'm trying to kill this bill
because it is an offense to the coun-
try's nostrils. The bill is innocent
enough on its face. Van Dyke and the
rest saw to that, l suppose. But when
l looked at it more closely saw it was
framed to legalize the over-capitaliza.
| 30 l., taI
States and to undo what little good
few decent lawmakers have been
struggling for years to accomplish"
Then"
you know I'm right. That is the
Mullins bills real object. That is why
you people tried to rush it through be.
fore we could have a chance to pick II
apart and to hunt for the niger in the
wood-pile.' Well, I've studied 1t close
ly enough to make sure the pile con-
tains very little except niggers. And
I've made the public see it, too"
Never mind bringing in your serv-
ices to the dear public. You get your
pay for that from them, not from me.
The point is, you are lining up with
our enemies. Standish, I'm not given
to threatening: but from now on
. you're going to have an active life"
81 understand. And look for moth
ing else. If the party that elected me
is betraying the people, then I must
, fight that party. And I'm going to
3 Understand me clearly. I'm going to- >
And the heavy slow voice held nc
Il note of threat, nor did it show the
faintest tinge Of excitement. To Ton
Blake, the Conversations non-combat
ant, the insurgents rather turgit
words carried far stronger message fol
this very absence of emotion Blu
u they served merely to strip from Mari
e Robertson his last shreds Of diplo
matte armor.
You talk like a reform candidate
for poundmaster at Pompton, N. j.!
~ ~, he rctorted. 1--WE done nothing ever
- one else isn't doing every day. Notf
=, ing that the custom of centuries hash
!, legitimated; and nothing, believe
that you haven't done. You've mad
~ the people think you're little tin goo
=; But you can't make me think it,
| 81 can't now remember sal
., Standish YEARLY, having tried to-"
;, We'll, you probably know it woul
be time wasted" snapped Robertson
- There must be something, somewher
- or other, in your past life, tha
=. wouldn't shine out to any advantag
~ in print. I'm going to camp on tn
-, trail of your past performances. An
90 when l strike the crooked by-path II
looking for, I'll"
u' Standish's dark face broke into
he smile. The red angry politician
g threats seemed to strike within II
insurgent some genuine chord of me
10 riment.
~, I'm that case, Governor Robertson
:, he said pleasantly, 81 advise you
waste not one minute of time in sc
ting to work. Because, though "
Ill been able to upset several pet plan
We of yours during the past six year
VI you'll find everything I've done TO "
~ will be as mere child's play compare
&c to what I'll do as soon as I'm in Il
speakers chair"
eo THE speakers chart" roared Mar
&c diplomacy, caution and even a CO
al fighting knowledge thrown to the TO
VI winds. THE speakers chair! You
'si never sit in it! Never in ten the
sand years, Not if have to"
sf why. hello, beys." drawled a vol
'rs from the doorway,
III A man came leisureiy down Ii
III stairs and laid one hand on Robel
"a sons arm. Voice and action we
eu calm, even pacific. Yet they sIamm,
We shut the Now Workers. foodgates
wrath and left him speeches., ner
~ Qua. almost apologize.
in A hundred pairs or eyes from a
ell parts Of the long corridor turned as b