"Win!"exclaimed the boss contemptuously."They'll blow up,and you'll never hear of 'em.I'm not saying we won't need a little--powder,"he added--which was one of the matters we had come to talk about.He gave us likewise a very accurate idea of the state of the campaign,mentioning certain things that ought to be done."You ought to print some of Krebs's speeches,Judah,like what he said about me.They're talking it all around that you're afraid to.""Print things like his proposal to make you mayor!"The information that I was to enter the lists against Krebs was received with satisfaction and approval by those of our friends who were called in to assist at a council of war in the directors'room of the Corn National Bank.I was flattered by the confidence these men seemed to have in my ability.All were in a state of anger against the reformers;none of them seriously alarmed as to the actual outcome of the campaign,--especially when I had given them the opinion of Mr.Jason.What disturbed them was the possible effect upon the future of the spread of heretical,socialistic doctrines,and it was decided to organize a publicity bureau,independently of the two dominant political parties,to be in charge of a certain New York journalist who made a business of such affairs,who was to be paid a sum commensurate with the emergency.He was to have carte blanche,even in the editorial columns of our newspapers.He was also to flood the city with "literature."We had fought many wars before this,and we planned our campaign precisely as though we were dealing with one of those rebellions in the realm of finance of which I have given an instance.But now the war chest of our opponents was negligible;and we were comforted by the thought that,however disagreeable the affair might be while it lasted,in the long run capital was invincible.
Before setting to work to prepare my speeches it was necessary to make an attempt to familiarize myself with the seemingly unprecedented line of argument Krebs had evolved--apparently as disconcerting to his friends as to his opponents.It occurred to me,since I did not care to attend Krebs's meetings,to ask my confidential stenographer,Miss McCoy,to go to Turner's Hall and take down one of his speeches verbatim.Miss McCoy had never intruded on me her own views,and I took for granted that they coincided with my own.
"I'd like to get an accurate record of what he is saying,"I told her.
"Do you mind going?"
"No,I'll be glad to go,Mr.Paret,"she said quietly.
"He's doing more harm than we thought,"I remarked,after a moment.
"I've known him for a good many years.He's clever.He's sowing seeds of discontent,starting trouble that will be very serious unless it is headed off."Miss McCoy made no comment....
Before noon the next day she brought in the speech,neatly typewritten,and laid it on my desk.Looking up and catching her eye just as she was about to withdraw,I was suddenly impelled to ask:--"Well,what did you think of it?"She actually flushed,for the first time in my dealings with her betraying a feeling which I am sure she deemed most unprofessional.
"I liked it,Mr.Paret,"she replied simply,and I knew that she had understated.It was quite apparent that Krebs had captivated her.Itried not to betray my annoyance.
"Was there a good audience?"I asked,"Yes,"she said.
"How many do you think?"
She hesitated.
"It isn't a very large hall,you know.I should say it would hold about eight hundred people.""And--it was full?"-I persisted.
"Oh,yes,there were numbers of people standing."I thought I detected in her tone-although it was not apologetic--a desire to spare my feelings.She hesitated a moment more,and then left the room,closing the door softly behind her...
Presently I took up the pages and began to read.The language was ****** and direct,an appeal to common sense,yet the words strangely seemed charged with an emotional power that I found myself resisting.When at length I laid down the sheets I wondered whether it were imagination,or the uncomfortable result of memories of conversations I had had with him.
I was,however,confronted with the task of refuting his arguments:but with exasperating ingenuity,he seemed to have taken the wind out of our sails.It is difficult to answer a man who denies the cardinal principle of American democracy,--that a good mayor or a governor may be made out of a dog-catcher.He called this the Cincinnatus theory:that any American,because he was an American,was fit for any job in the gift of state or city or government,from sheriff to Ambassador to Great Britain.
Krebs substituted for this fallacy what may be called the doctrine of potentiality.If we inaugurated and developed a system of democratic education,based on scientific principles,and caught the dog-catcher,young enough,he might become a statesman or thinker or scientist and make his contribution to the welfare and progress of the nation:again,he might not;but he would have had his chance,he would not be in a position to complain.
Here was a doctrine,I immediately perceived,which it would be suicidal to attempt to refute.It ought,indeed,to have been my line.With a growing distaste I began to realize that all there was left for me was to flatter a populace that Krebs,paradoxically,belaboured.Never in the history of American "uplift"had an electorate been in this manner wooed!
upbraided for expediency,a proneness to demand immediate results,an unwillingness to think,yes,and an inability to think straight.Such an electorate deserved to be led around by the nose by the Jasons and Dickinsons,the Gorses and the Griersons and the Parets.
