"You might as well take the lot," he said to Luke. "You'll want something to read on the train." He was handing all the papers to Luke, when his eyes were caught by a large headline on the first page of one of them. "Hello!" he commented, his lips immediately pursing themselves as if to whistle. As Luke took its fellows, the Congressman folded this paper with the sudden skill of the confirmed newspaper-reader, who can handle a journal in the open air as neatly as a trained yachtsman can reef a top-sail before an undesirable wind. "I see the Big Man's been giving some more testimony to that committee of the legislature up at Albany."
For the past few weeks, Luke had been too busy preparing for his bar-examinations to keep track of current events.
"Who's the Big Man?" he asked.
The elder Huber raised his thick brows.
"You know," said he, and he mentioned the name of one of the richest men in America; not a man that had made his wealth even through the building of a great industry, but one that had, by "editing" money and combinations of money much in that manner in which a news-desk copy-reader edits the reporters' "copy," made himself a member of the triumvirate—rumor said made the triumvirate and made himself its head—which had for years controlled alike the labor and capital of the country.
"What's he been saying?" asked Luke.
"He's been answering questions about campaign contributions."
"To the Democrats?"
"Well, no." The Congressman was reluctant. "It seems it was to the Republicans."
Luke colored.