e stage. He is cheered

And warming the cold statesmanship
of his newspaper, breaking the counter with his fist, paying gorgeously
for both drinks and glasses, smiling when
the sailors expel outside politicians and at last rocking the building
with his sneeze. It is
thus settled that Corkey shall go to Congress from
Lockwin's district. Because this is a sailor's matter it is difficult to
handle it from the adversary's side. The political boss first hears of
it through
the information of a rival marine reporter on a democratic sheet. This
is
on Wednesday. The primaries are to be held on
Friday. The boss has never dealt with a similar mishap. He learns that
ten wagons have been engaged by the president of the sailors' society.
He observes that the season is favorable

to Corkey's plans. What, then, does
Corkey want? "Nothing!" What is he after? He surely doesn't expect to go
to Washington!
"That's what I expect. You just screw your nut straight that time,
sure." What does he want to go to Congress for? "Well, my father got
there. I guess my grandfather was in, too. My great-grandfather wasn't
no bad player. But I don't care nothing for dead men. I'm going to
Congress to start the labor party.
I'm going to have Eight Hours and more fog-horns on
the Manitous and
the Foxes. I'm going to have a Syrena on the break-water." The

siren-horn is just now the wonder of the lake region. "I tell you she'll
be a bird." The eyes grow brighter, the face grows dark, the mouth
squares, the head vibrates, the little tongue plays about a mass of
jet-black tobacco--the sneeze comes.
"That's a bird, too," says
the political

boss. If Corkey is to start a labor party, why should he set out to
carry a republican primary election?
"Oh, well,
you're asking too many questions.
Will you take a drink? Come down and see the boys. S