and much of my time began to
be occupied in inducing, by various means, our courts to declare these
unconstitutional. How we sighed for a business man or a lawyer in the
White House! The country had gone mad, the stock-market trembled,
the cry of "corporation control" resounded everywhere, and everywhere
demagogues arose to inaugurate "reform campaigns," in an abortive
attempt to "clean up politics." Down with the bosses, who were the tools
of the corporations!

In our own city, which we fondly believed to be proof against the
prevailing madness, a slight epidemic occurred; slight, yet momentarily
alarming. Accidents will happen, even in the best regulated political
organizations,--and accidents in these days appeared to be the rule.
A certain Mr. Edgar Greenhalge, a middle-aged, mild-mannered and
inoffensive man who had made a moderate fortune in wholesale drugs, was
elected to the School Board. Later on some of us had reason to suspect
that Perry Blackwood--with more astuteness than he had been given credit
for--was responsible for Mr. Greenhalge's candidacy. At any rate, he was
not a man to oppose, and in his previous life had given no hint that he
might become a trouble maker. Nothing happened for several months.
But one day on which I had occasion to interview Mr. Jason on a little
matter of handing over to the Railroad a piece of land belonging to the
city, which was known as Billings' Bowl, he inferred that Mr. Greenhaige
might prove a disturber of that profound peace with which the city
administration had for many years been blessed.

"Who the hell is he?" was Mr. Jason's question.

It appeared that Mr. G.'s private life had been investigated, with
disappointingly barren results; he was, seemingly, an anomalistic being
in our Nietzschean age, an unaggressive man; he had never sold any drugs
to the city; he was not a church member; nor could it be learned that
he had ever wandered into those byways of the town where Mr. Jason might
easily have got trace of him: if he had any vices, he kept them locked
up in a safe-deposit box that could not be "located." He was very
genial, and had a way of conveying disturbing facts--when he wished to
convey them--under cover of the most amusing stories. Mr. Jason was not
a man to get panicky. Greenhalge could be handled all right, only--what
was there in it for Greenhalge?--a nut difficult for Mr. Jason to crack.
The two other members of the School Board were solid. Here agai