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Our resentment was directed,not so much against Commissioner Greenhalge as against Krebs.It is curious how keen is the instinct of men like Grierson,Dickinson,Tallant and Scherer for the really dangerous opponent.Who the deuce was this man Krebs?Well,I could supply them with some information:they doubtless recalled the Galligan,case;and Miller Gorse,who forgot nothing,also remembered his opposition in the legislature to House Bill 709.He had continued to be the obscure legal champion of "oppressed"labour,but how he had managed to keep body and soul together I knew not.I had encountered him occasionally in court corridors or on the street;he did not seem to change much;nor did he appear in our brief and perfunctory conversations to bear any resentment against me for the part I had taken in the Galligan affair.I avoided him when it was possible....I had to admit that he had done a remarkably good piece of work in collecting Greenhalge's evidence,and how the,erring city officials were to be rescued became a matter of serious concern.Gregory,the district attorney,was in an abject funk;in any case a mediocre lawyer,after the indictment he was no help at all.I had to do all the work,and after we had selected the particular "Railroad"judge before whom the case was to be tried,I talked it over with him.His name was Notting,he understood perfectly what was required of him,and that he was for the moment the chief bulwark on which depended the logical interests of capital and sane government for their defence;also,his re-election was at stake.It was indicated to newspapers (such as the Mail and State)showing a desire to keep up public interest in the affair that their advertising matter might decrease;Mr.Sherrill's great department store,for instance,did not approve of this sort of agitation.Certain stationers,booksellers and other business men had got "cold feet,"as Mr.Jason put it,the prospect of bankruptcy suddenly looming ahead of them,--since the Corn National Bank held certain paper....

In short,when the case did come to trial,it "blew up,"as one of our ward leaders dynamically expressed it.Several important witnesses were mysteriously lacking,and two or three school-teachers had suddenly decided--to take a trip to Europe.The district attorney was ill,and assigned the prosecution to a mild assistant;while a sceptical jury--composed largely of gentlemen who had the business interests of the community,and of themselves,at heart returned a verdict of "not guilty."This was the signal for severely dignified editorials in Mr.

Tallant's and other conservative newspapers,hinting that it might be well in the future for all well-meaning but misguided reformers to think twice before subjecting the city to the cost of such trials,and uselessly attempting to inflame public opinion and upset legitimate business.The Era expressed the opinion that no city in the United States was "more efficiently and economically governed than our own.""Irregularities"might well occur in every large organization;and it would better have become Mr.Greenhalge if,instead of hiring an unknown lawyer thirsting for notoriety to cook up charges,he had called the attention of the proper officials to the matter,etc.,etc.The Pilot alone,which relied on sensation for its circulation,kept hammering away for a time with veiled accusations.But our citizens had become weary....

As a topic,however,this effective suppression of reform was referred to with some delicacy by my friends and myself.Our interference had been necessary and therefore justified,but we were not particularly proud of it,and our triumph had a temporarily sobering effect.It was about this time,if I remember correctly,that Mr.Dickinson gave the beautiful stained-glass window to the church....

Months passed.One day,having occasion to go over to the Boyne Iron Works to get information at first hand from certain officials,and having finished my business,I boarded a South Side electric car standing at the terminal.Just before it started Krebs came down the aisle of the car and took the seat in front of me.

"Well,"I said,"how are you?"He turned in surprise,and thrust his big,bony hand across the back of the seat."Come and sit here."He came."Do you ever get back to Cambridge in these days?"I asked cordially.

"Not since I graduated from newspaper work in Boston.That's a good many years ago.By the way,our old landlady died this year.""Do you mean--?""Granite Face,"I was about to say.I had forgotten her name,but that homesick scene when Tom and I stood before our open trunks,when Krebs had paid us a visit,came back to me."You've kept in touch with her?"I asked,in surprise.

"Well,"said Krebs,"she was one of the few friends I had at Cambridge.

I had a letter from the daughter last week.She's done very well,and is an instructor in biology in one of the western universities."I was silent a moment.

"And you,--you never married,did you?"I inquired,somewhat irrelevantly.

His semi-humorous gesture seemed to deny that such a luxury was for him.

The conversation dragged a little;I began to feel the curiosity he invariably inspired.What was his life?What were his beliefs?And Iwas possessed by a certain militancy,a desire to "smoke him out."I did not stop to reflect that mine was in reality a defensive rather than an aggressive attitude.

"Do you live down here,in this part of the city?"I asked.

No,he boarded in Fowler Street.I knew it as in a district given over to the small houses of working-men.

"I suppose you are still a socialist."