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The Man Who Forgot
A NOVEL
By JAMES HAY, JR.
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1915
CHAPTER NINE.—(Continued).
“But don’t let me keep you
from your work,” ho apologized.
“I am now about to wrap my legs
around the greased cable of pro
found thought and sink into an
abyss of reflection.”
And he did, until Smith came in.
Waller watched him while he
went to Miss Downey and asked
her to take bis card in to Mr. Man
nersley. More than ever before,
he seemed surcharged with vital
ity, tremendous strength. Chollie
wollie, lounging in his chair,
thought he looked like a man in
some way supernaturally alive,
tensed, as if expectancy had
turned him to the limit of human
efficiency. It was as if a gorge
ousness of virility was within him.
“What it all about?” inquired
the newspaper man, after Miss
Downey had gone into Manners
ley’s office.
i “The line of duty.” Smith
wheeled toward him, swiftly
brushing his hand across his hair.
“I’ve come to make a last appeal
to Mannersley. lie and his com
mittee are holding up this amend
ment. I’ve come to ask him for
the action the people of the coun
try want.”
j Waller sank deeper into his
chair and became the picture of
discouragement.
“It’s bewildering — benumb
ing,” he said drearily. “Why
don’t you try to jump over the
Washington monument—or make
government clerks work—or train
a dozen oysters on the half shell
to sing a Greek chorus? ’
“I’m doing only tho fair thing,”
Smith replied, unaffected by the
other’s tone. “If the chairman of
this committee is accessible to the
lobbyists of the other side, why
shouldn’t ho bo told what we have
to say?”
9
voice that Rounds out imperiously
in Washington nowadays is the
people’s voice—really.”
“That,” commented Smith,
‘‘brings me to my story of what I
accomplished while 1 was in New
York. 1 want to tell you
He paused, checked by the en
trance of a man through the door
that led into the meeting room of
the committee. The newcomer,
hesitating in the doorway, looked
casually at Waller, and, from that,
stared at Smith. The men’s eyes
met and held for a long moment.
The stranger wore a flashy blue
suit that had in it a broad, lateral
stripe of white. Above, a vividly
flowered vest he had spread a curi
out cravat of brilliant red. His
derby was slanted to one side. He
looked like a low type of profes
sional gambler. There was about
him nothing striking except his
vulgarity, but something in his
stare built the encounter into a
real scene. The hint of fear that
had been in his eyes turned to ef
frontery. Standing there, perfect
ly still, his dissipated face a con
fession of sin, his clothing an out
rage against good taste, his whole
bearing an advertisement of weak
ness, he finally lowered his gaze
from Smith’s and laughed.
The insolence of it was so pro
nounced, so direct, that Smith
looked questioningly to Waller.
The stranger, a smile of impu
dence still upon his lips, turned to
Miss Downey.
‘‘Where’s Mr. Mitchell?” he
asked.
Miss Downey evidently had seen
him before.
“He’s still with Mr. Manners
ley,’’ she replied coolly. She even
forgot to end the sentence on a
high key. i
“ Don’t guess I'll wait any long
er, then,” he announced, going
toward the door leading into the
corridor.
As he went out he turned his
head so that he might see Smith
once more. He laughed again,
this time as if lie felt some odd sort
of embarrassment. He did not
close the door after him, and Miss
Downey rose quickly, as if by in
stinct, to shut it and keep out some
unpleasant thing.
“Who on earth was that?”
Smith asked, turning to Waller.
Cholliewollie showed real ex
citement.
“I'll bet $1,000,000,” he said in
a low tone, “that that fellow
knows something about you —
knew you years ago!”
Smith did not reply. He had
turned to meet Mannersley, who,
followed by Albert Mitchell the
lobbyist, was entering the room.
CHAPTER TEN.
——■ i ■ ■
Manersley’s bearing had in it
nothing of cordiality. Halting
after a step into the room, he
looked at the agitator coldly,
without either welcome or in
quiry.
“Good morning,” Smith greet
ed him.
“Well,” he said, “what is it?”
Waller, still lounging in his
chair and watching the scene in
tently, saw that the insult in the
congressman’s voice stung Smith
a little too much. He was afraid
the agitator would lose control of
the situation. He went to lie re
lief.
“By the way, Mr. Mitchell,” he
drawled, as if trying to grasp a
hazy recollection, “where was it
you tended bar?”
Mitchell, burly, red faced, each
of his fat features a distinct defi
nition of what whisky may do for
a man when absorbed daily' in reg
ular potations, scowled. Miss
Downey, by a heroic effort, saved
herself from a snicker. Even
Smith smiled before he replied to
Mannersley’s question :
“l have come to make a last ap
peal to you for action by this com
mittee on the prohibition amend
ment. ’ ’
Mitchell, maintaining his atti
tude back of the congressman, de
voted his attention to Smith. Wal
ler’s smile had not been affected
by the scowl.
“You know my position on
that,” Mannersley answered curt
ly. “And you know the position
of a majority of the committee.
It’s useless to discuss it.”
lou overrate lounvisis, >> ,u
ler replied calmly.
“How so?”
“It’s a mistake that nearly ev
erybody unfamiliar with Washing
ton makes. The thing’s a joke.
People talk of lobbyists as if they
had some uncanny power, like
Aladdin’s wonderful lamp, with
which they influenced statesmen’s
minds and caused the current oi
legislation to change its course.
And, of all the so-called lobbyists,
this whisky crowd is the worst.
Why, they know nothing at all.”
“You go too far in your assump
tion that they don’t count,” Smith
argued.
“Not a bit of it. Just take a
look at them—imposing looking
overcoats, heavy walking sticks,
and wise looks! They haunt the
hotel lobbies and slouch through
the corridors up here at the eapi
tol. That goes for all of them, the
whisky crowd and all the rest.
I’ve heard a lot about lobbying
and what it docs. But in the 10
years I’ve been in Washington 1
don’t believe a lobbyist has ever
changed a vote.”
“That’s a sweeping statement.”
“But not too sweeping. I tell
you, this crowd you have to con
tend with can’t affect a vote—not
a single vote! They’re paid gos
sipers, salaried scandal mongers—
and that lets them, out. They
can’t make members listen to
them. If they could, they wouldn't
know what to sav. If lobbying
ever was worth anything in this
town, it’s been a lost art ever since
I’ve been here.”
Miss Downey came in and went
back to her seat.
“Mr. Mannersley will see you in
a few minutes,” she informed
Smith.
“Why not now?" asked Waller,
with his first sign of impatience.
“What’s he doing?”
! Miss Downey rebuked him with
tip tilted nose as she replied:
“He’s in conference with Mr.
Mitchell.”
i “Albert Mitchell—the whisky
man!”
| “Yes, Mr. Waller.”
| “Ah,” smiled Smith, “l thought
they couldn’t make members listen
to them!”
“This is different,” contended
Waller. “The whisky people
elected Mannersly. They got him
in his home district. That’s the
only way the crooks can affect leg
islation nowadays, by hopping out
and paying a man’s campaign ex
penses. Outside of that. Hie only
"But is it?”
"Quite.”
Mannersley turned on his heel.
There came into Smith’s voice
enough of command to prolong
the interview.
“At least,” he said sharply,
"you will permit me to give yon
my reasons for leaking this final
appeal to you—particularly be
cause there is connected with it a
warning.”
Mannersley, facing him again,
appeared affronted.
“ A warning?”
“Say, rather,” amended Smithy
“a statement of what we intend
t<k do.”
The congressman knew enough
of what Smith had done already.
If there was something more
coming, it would do no harm for
him to know it.
"Go ahead!” lie assumed in
difference.
Waller, describing the thing
afterward, said:
"When Smith began to talk, he
became immediately clothed in
the purple of sincerity. There was
upon him the regality of earnest
ness. He was imperious—an un
crowned king.”
The agitator’s figure seemed, all
of a sudden, more erect. The feel
ing back of his words chiselled bis
features to a finer pattern.
"Then, Mr. Mannersley,” he
said, "I ask you and your commit
tee to report favorably the resolu
tion authorizing this amendment
to the constitution. I ask it of
you, first, for financial reasons—
money.”
He waved his hands widely. His
smile was persuasive.
“That appeals to everybody—
money. I ask you to do your share
in putting liquor out of the way
because the cost to the public of
caring for the crime, the pauper
ism, and the insanity caused by
alcohol is more than $2,000,000,
000 every year. Two billions every
year for housing and feeding and
clothing the world of wreckage
that is the work of rum—$2,000,
000,000 every 12 months! And
tlin t A+ol 1 1 All A« 1A 1 1 1 ■! r.
-- »v ^ w**-* v* euuil
try, the mere purchase price of
the alcohol that is bought by the
drink and in bottles and barrels,
is $2,000,000,000 a year. Two bil
lions every 12 months for the stuff
that is drunk! There alone you
have $4,000,000,000. Ah, don’t
smile yOur contempt! Those are
figures that even the whisky peo
ple never have been able to dis
prove or combat. They are of of
ficial and medical record. Nothing
can go behind them. Add to that
the reduced efficiency, the un
timely deaths, the careers ruined
and cut short, the lack of employ
ment, and you have the grand,
commanding total of $6,000,000,
000 a year—$0,000,000,000 a year
as the tribute this country pavs to
alcohol! ’ ’
Mitchell, shifting from one foot
to the other, shrugged his big
shoidders and laughed.
Smith, extending his right hand
with lightning like rapidity, ac
cused him:
“You cannot deny it! It has
never been denied successfully!
That is what you, and the men
like you, take away from the
American people every year—6-,
000,000,000 of dollars, six times
more than is used to pay all the
expenses of running this govern
ment for a year.”
He turned to Mannersley, his
head thrown slightly back, his
chest expanded, his tense right
arm compelling attention.
“That’s the money argument.
Secondly, I present this thing to
you from its moral aspects. Nine
ty-five per cent of all the cases of
lawlessness and crime that crowd
our court dockets today were
caused by men being put back to
lower levels of mentality and emo
tionalism by the use of whisky.
Ponder that in your spare mo
ments ! Out of the whisky bottles
has come 95 per cent of our na
tional disgrace! ’'
Mannersley stirred uneasily,
like a soldier who realizes for the
first time that bullets are falling
too close about him.
“Oh,” he said impatiently, “I
don't believe all this stuff.”
“Then Smith challenged him,
his vqice sharp and quick, “you
don't believe facts—facts and fig
ures that have been published
time and time again, and never
controverted.”
He advanced a step nearer to
the congressman.
“Finally,” he took up the story
he hqd come to tell, “I speak in
the name of charity—the women
and the children.” His smile was
at the same time an appeal and a
denunciation. “Mr. Mannersley,
every evil thing that has been
wiped out of existence has gone to
destruction before the awful
strength of woman’s tears. Have
not enough women wept enough ?
Every lovely thing that has come
into the world has been buihled
| out of the fabric of women's
dreams. Are not the dreams of
the women to he realized? In this
evil thing, as in all the others, the
prayers of the kneeling women
will avail. Their tears cannot he
denied. Their dreams must be ful
filled.”
Mannersley started to interrupt
but Smith, his voice bell like, his
attitude heroic, swept on, refusing
to be quieted. Two members-of the
House and several employes in
the building, attracted by the
sound of the discussion, had
opened the corridor door and
were standing, silent, caught up
by the imperious scene. Neither
Mannersley nor Smith knew that
they were there. Walkr wrote
about it afterward for his paper.
“Think of it, Mr. Mannersley!
his words rang out. You stand
there, a whisky agent at your
back, and utilize your official po
sition to uphold the thing that
starves children and impoverishes
men—the thing that some day may
break the hearts of your own
daughters. It is useless to deny it.
It is folly to call it by any other
name. The statistics of investiga
tors and the voice of your own
conscience must be in accord
There is no escape from it! It i3
written on the face of this coun
try—that whisky, the thing you ,
defend, is our national disgrace, j
our foe, and our degradation. I
have given you my arguments—
the money, the sin, the misery. I
ask you : what is your answer?” i
He fell back a step, waiting. 1
Miss Downey, surrendering to the
spell of what he had said, placed
her arms on the desk and, lower- J
ing her face into them, sobbed, j
The sob was almost a groan. The ’
group in the corridor doorway
was motionless, like figures on a .
piece of tapestry.
“And the right of personal lib- I
erty,” Mannersley answered him, '
his voice cold and cynical, his
manner reluctant, as if he argued
unwillingly with the man con
fronting him, “the right of per
sonal liberty, which is the key
stone in the arch of our govern
ment, our democracy? What of
that?”
inuignaiion took nom oi <Jonn ,
Smith—indignation and scorn.
“Personal liberty!” he made the
phrase a scourge. “An argument ,
for murder and a motto for anar
chists ! The cry of the coward—
the refuge of the rascal! Mr.
Mannersley, when will you realize '
that there is no such thing as per
sonal liberty? When will you, and
those like you, understand that
nowhere under the stars of heaven
can there be such a thing as per
sonal liberty in the sense in which
you have just profaned it? None
of us can do as he pleases. Each
of us is bound to many others by
tho golden chains of duty, the
beautiful bonds of sympathy
Separate us and we are grains of .
sand, blown hither and thither by !
the winds of wildness, mere shad- ;
ows that pass and leave behind '
nothing that is good, nothing that
is strong. You are your brother’s
keeper. Deny that, and you deny j
all decency, all government, all
civilization. You are your broth- j
er’s keeper. You are!”
He paused, his right hand drop- 1
ping to his i^de.
“So that’s what you had to
say?” Mannersley attempted to
disregard him.
Smith smiled a little wearily. j
“Surely,” he said, “it is i
enough?” j
“ Quite the congressman re
plied dryly. “And, of course, it
doesn’t change the situation. Wo
shall not report,the resolution.
You know that.” j
“You won’t?”
There was in Smith’s tone the
promise of menace.
Mannersley, cheeking the move
he had made to turn away,
laughed at him:
“Certainly not!”
“Then—one moment, Mr. Man
nersley ! We’ll put this resolution
through tlie House, through con
gress, in spite of you! Do not de
lude yourself with the idea that
j eight or 10 men can stand in the
j way of the' wishes of the nation.
Your committee will hold its first
meeting in the first week of De
cember, the beginning of the next
session of congress. And we will
make you report that resolution—
compel you! You will report it
because, on the day of your meet
ing, there will be on the outside of
the eapitol thousands, tins upon
tens of thousands, of men and
women demanding that you do
1 this thing.”
Tie lurned, with one of bis flash-,
| like movements, toward Waller, j
“That’s voTir story for tomor-:
j row. Waller,” he declared, exul
tation in his manner. “In a little
more than a month from today the
multitude, the troopers of temper
ance, from every state in the
1 union, will thunder at the doors of i
I the eapitol, will drive this commit
j tee to do the will of the public.”
1 (Continued Ne*t \V*ek.i
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