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As long as I've said what I have, I'll say this: that the politicians is all for the railrud, and I hain't got a mite of use for the politicians. I'll vote for a feller like Austen Vane every time, if he'll run, and I know other folks that will." After Mr. Jenney had left her, Victoria stood motionless, gazing off into the haze, until she was startled by the voice of Hastings Weare beside her.
Meader had possession of the five senses nay, of the six. Austen sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Tredway tells me you are getting along finely," he said. "No thanks to the railrud," answered Mr. Meader; "they done their best." "Did you hear any whistle or any bell?" Austen asked. "Not a sound," said Mr. Meader; "they even shut off their steam on that grade."
Meader had possession of the five senses nay, of the six. Austen sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Tredway tells me you are getting along finely," he said. "No thanks to the railrud," answered Mr. Meader; "they done their best." "Did you hear any whistle or any bell?" Austen asked. "Not a sound," said Mr. Meader; "they even shut off their steam on that grade."
He's in a position to negotiate. He was in all them railrud fights with Jethro Bass, and now he does business with Hilary Vane or Brush Bascom when anything especial's goin' on. You'd ought to see him, Mr. Crewe." "I guess I won't waste my time with any picayune boss if the United Northeastern Railroads has any hand in this matter," declared Mr. Crewe. "Wind her up."
Ball, "don't talk so loud, Mr. Crewe." "What's the railroad got to do with it?" Mr. Crewe demanded. Mr. Ball glanced around him, to make sure that no one was within shouting distance. "What's the railrud got to do with anything in this State?" inquired Mr. Ball, craftily. "That's different," said Mr. Crewe, shortly, "I'm a corporation man myself. They've got to defend 'emselves." "Certain.
He's in a position to negotiate. He was in all them railrud fights with Jethro Bass, and now he does business with Hilary Vane or Brush Bascom when anything especial's goin' on. You'd ought to see him, Mr. Crewe." "I guess I won't waste my time with any picayune boss if the United Northeastern Railroads has any hand in this matter," declared Mr. Crewe. "Wind her up."
Meader, apologetically, "that was stupid of me wahn't it? But I callated he'd know. She's the daughter of the railrud president the 'one that was askin' about you." There was an instant's pause, and the colour stole into Victoria's cheeks. Then she glanced at Austen and bit her lip-and laughed. Her laughter was contagious.
I guess I can tell an honest man when I see one. It's treason to say anything against this Northeastern louder than a whisper. They want an electric railrud bad up in Greenacre, and when some of us spoke for it and tried to get the committee to report it, those cheap fellers from Newcastle started such a catcall we had to set down."
The railrud sends them slick cusses down here that sit in the front seats who know all this here parliamentary law and the tricks of the trade, and every time any of us gets up to speak our honest minds, they have us ruled out of order or get the thing laid on the table until some Friday morning when there ain't nobody here, and send it along up to the Senate.
He's a pretty smooth talker, your fayther. Just dropped in to see how I be, since his son was interested. Talked a sight of law gibberish I didn't understand. Told me I didn't have much of a case; said the policy of the railrud was to be liberal, and wanted to know what I thought I ought to have." "Well?" said Austen, shortly. "Well," said Mr.
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