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The best he can do is to try to square himself a little by owning up the whole thing. Gorgett will know it all any way, tomorrow afternoon, when the Herald comes out." "I guess you're right," said Bob. "We're done up along with Gorgett; but I believe that idiot's right, he won't lose votes by playing hob with us. What's to be done?" "Nothing," I answered. "You can't head Farwell off.
The female lobbyist is a character that "once-upon-a-time" flourished at the national and in State capitals, but modern methods have made her, to a large degree, superfluous, and now the high-priced lawyer, representing the Trust, deals directly with the party boss instead of the individual lawmaker. It is cheaper and quicker. Mr. Tarkington's friends, Boss Gorgett and Mrs.
I imagined they thought they were studying political reform together, and she, in her novel-reading way, wanted to pose to herself as the brilliant lady diplomat, kind of a Madam Roland advising statesmen, or something of that sort. I was one of the "evils of politics," because I knew how to control a few wards, and get out the darkey vote almost as well as Gorgett.
Gorgett sat looking at him for a good while; and then his fat chin began to tremble a little and I saw his eyes shining in the shadow under his old hat-brim. He got up and went over to Farwell with slow steps and put his hand gently on his shoulder. "Go on home to your wife," he said, in a low voice that was the saddest I ever heard. "I don't bear you any ill-will in the world.
How do you dull your conscience so that you can do it? And what course do you propose to follow in the matter of this confession?" "Me?" I answered. "Why, I'm going to send supper in to our fellows, and the box'll never see that closet. The man upstairs may get a little tired. I reckon the laugh's on Gorgett; it's his scheme and " Farwell interrupted me; his face was outrageously red. "What!
Well, sir, I couldn't think of anything better to do than to go around and see Gorgett; so, after waiting long enough for Genz to see him and get away, I went. Lafe was always cool and slow; but I own I expected to find him flustered, and was astonished to see right away that he wasn't.
That one caress, one that I'd thought a sacred secret between us forever and in plain sight of those three hideous vulgarians, all belonging to my enemy, Gorgett! Ah, the horror of it what horror!" Farwell wrung his hands and sat, gulping as if he were sick, without speaking for several moments. "What terms did the man he sent offer from Gorgett?" I asked. "No terms!
"No, sir!" Lafe spoke sharply. "Well, well! What?" "I'm not bothering to run around asking audiences of Farwell Knowleses; you ought to know that!" "Given it up?" "Not exactly. I've sent a fellow around to talk to him." "What use will that be?" Gorgett brought his feet down off the desk with a bang. "Then he can come to see me, if he wants to.
Farwell shifted a little in his chair, but he didn't speak, and Gorgett went on: "I suppose you think it's mighty hard that your private character should be used against you in a political question by a man you call a public corruptionist. But I'm in a position where I can't take any chances against an antagonist that won't play the game my way.
He was for "stern virtue" only, and everlastingly lashed compromise and temporizing; called politicians all the elegant hard names there are, in every one of his editorials, especially Lafe Gorgett, whom he'd never seen. He made mighty free with Lafe, referred to him habitually as "Boodler Gorgett", and never let up on him from one year's end to another.
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