A good deal of quiet lobbying had been done for the bill, and the legislators who had sold themselves, having received all they could reasonably expect from the allied corporations, were anxious to make a show of standing for their constituents. Politicians in general considered the bill a “freak” one. Some who voted for it explained that they did not believe in it, but felt the people should have a chance to vote on it themselves. By a large majority it passed the House. Two days later it squeezed through the Senate.
Rawson, who had been persuaded half against his judgment to support the bill, lunched with Jeff that day.
“Now watch the corporations dig a grave for your little pet at the next legislature,” he chuckled, helping himself to bread while he waited for the soup.
“They may. Then again they may not,” Farnum answered. “We are ruled by political machines and corporations only as long as we let them. I've a notion the people are going to assert themselves at the next election.”
“How are you going to make the will of the dear people effective with the assembly?” asked Rawson, amused.
“Make the initiative and referendum the issue of the campaign. Pledge the legislators to vote for it before nominating them.”
“Pledge them?” grinned Rawson cynically. “Weren't they pledged to support Hardy? And did they?”
“No, but they'll stick next time, I think.”
“You're an incurable optimist, my boy.”
“It isn't optimism this time. It's our big stick.”