After his dip into political excitement legal duties became a little irksome to David, especially after the wedding of Joe and Janey had taken place. In the fall occurred the death of the United States senator from the western district of the state. A special session of the legislature was to be convened for the purpose of pushing through an important measure, and the election of a successor to fill the vacancy would take place at the same time. The usual “certain rich man,” anxious for a career, aspired, and, as he was backed by the state machine as well as by the covert influence of two or three of the congressmen, his election seemed assured.
There was an opposing candidate, the choice of the people, however, who was gathering strength daily.
“We’ve got to head off this man Dunne some way,” said the manager of the “certain rich man.” “He can’t beat us, but with him out of the way it would be easy sailing, and all opposition would come over to us on the second ballot.” 180
“Isn’t there a way to win him over?” asked a congressman who was present.
The introducer of the memorable measure of the last session shook his head negatively.
“He can’t be persuaded, threatened, or bought.”
“Then let’s get him out of the way.”
“Kidnap him?”
“Decoy him gently from your path. The consul of a little seaport in South America has resigned, and at a word from me to Senator Hollis, who would pass it on to the President, this appointment could be given to your young bucker, and he’d be out of your way for at least three years.”
“That would be too good to be true, but he wouldn’t bite at such bait. His aspirations are all in a state line. He’s got the usual career mapped out,––state senator, secretary of state, governor––possibly President.”