And yet, when one has said this, one has failed to express the national Geist in all its subtlety.  In brief, the great American sport was not so much to win the game as to beat it; the evasion of rules challenged our ingenuity; and having won, we set about devising methods whereby it would be less and less possible for us winners to lose in the future.  No better illustration of this tendency could be given than the development which had recently taken place in the field of our city politics, hitherto the battle-ground of Irish politicians who had fought one another for supremacy.  Individualism had been rampant, competition the custom; you bought an alderman, or a boss who owned four or five aldermen, and then you never could be sure you were to get what you wanted, or that the aldermen and the bosses would “stay bought.”  But now a genius had appeared, an American genius who had arisen swiftly and almost silently, who appealed to the imagination, and whose name was often mentioned in a whisper,—­the Hon. Judd Jason, sometimes known as the Spider, who organized the City Hall and capitalized it; an ultimate and logical effect—­if one had considered it—­of the Manchester school of economics.  Enlightened self-interest, stripped of sentiment, ends on Judd Jasons.  He ran the city even as Mr. Sherrill ran his department store; you paid your price.  It was very convenient.  Being a genius, Mr. Jason did not wholly break with tradition, but retained those elements of the old muddled system that had their value, chartering steamboats for outings on the river, giving colossal picnics in Lowry Park.  The poor and the wanderer and the criminal (of the male sex at least) were cared for.  But he was not loved, as the rough-and-tumble Irishmen had been loved; he did not make himself common; he was surrounded by an aura of mystery which I confess had not failed of effect on me.  Once, and only once during my legal apprenticeship, he had been pointed out to me on the street, where he rarely ventured.  His appearance was not impressive....

Mr. Jason could not, of course, prevent Mr. Watling’s election, even did he so desire, but he did command the allegiance of several city candidates—­both democratic and republican—­for the state legislature, who had as yet failed to announce their preferences for United States Senator.  It was important that Mr. Watling’s vote should be large, as indicative of a public reaction and repudiation of Democratic national folly.  This matter among others was the subject of discussion one July morning when the Republican State Chairman was in the city; Mr. Grunewald expressed anxiety over Mr. Jason’s continued silence.  It was expedient that somebody should “see” the boss.

“Why not Paret?” suggested Leonard Dickinson.  Mr. Watling was not present at this conference.  “Paret seems to be running Watling’s campaign, anyway.”