CHAPTER VIII

AN UNEXPECTED MOVE

Mr. Carlton now had his Naval Repair Station measure in good shape and

he considered the time ripe for its introduction in the House of

Representatives. One morning, when the Speaker called for new bills, he

handed in the typewritten document on which all of his ambitions and his

hopes were pinned.

"The bill presented by the Gentleman from Maine is referred to the

Committee on Naval Affairs," announced the Speaker.

Barry, who had carried the precious draft from the Congressman's desk to

the Speaker's platform, could not resist the opportunity of whispering a

word of exaltation to his patron.

"She's in at last, Mr. Carlton," he said, "and you ought to feel proud

and happy."

The Congressman sighed.

"She's in, Barry, but that's only the first step in the battle."

"But it's a good bill," insisted the boy, earnestly, "and it has been

approved by the Navy Department."

"Not yet, but I hope it will be soon," corrected Mr. Carlton.

"Then it will pass, sure."

The statesman smiled at the boy's enthusiasm.

"I'm not so positive of that," he said. "I've known many a good measure

to go to a Committee and after that never see the light of day again."

Nevertheless John Carlton felt very optimistic over the Naval Repair

Station bill. But he had been in Congress too long to permit himself to

become affected with the political disease known as "over-confidence."

He had prepared the draft of the law with great care. He knew of cases

where the omission of a word, or the dropping of a comma, had destroyed

the effect of important legislation.

Also, he had sounded a number of members of the Committee on Naval

Affairs and found that they were well disposed toward the bill. He

intended to push the legislation solely on its merits, but he knew that

in Congress, as elsewhere, the intelligent and industrious

representative is apt to outstrip the man who does not possess these

homely but essential qualities.

Felix Conway was in the House when the bill was offered and he

immediately began the preparation of a dispatch to the two evening

newspapers that he represented. Both were in the district affected by

the location of the Naval Repair Station in Cleverly, and both were

enthusiastically in favor of the proposition. It was at the suggestion

of Mr. Conway that these newspapers had avoided any premature

announcement of the project. He feared that such advance publicity might

produce a host of rival cities, all claiming to have available sites,

for the proposed station. Now that the bill had actually been offered,

it was featured in both of Mr. Conway's newspapers with big headlines

and diagrams of the intended improvement. That night he wired it to the

big New York newspaper which he also represented at Washington.

This was the beginning. Both the Congressman and his friend realized the

importance of developing a public sentiment in favor of the bill. They

knew that the site was an ideal one. It remained for them to impress

that fact upon the members who would be called on to pass upon the bill.

The mere introduction of the bill was a big piece of news, and it was

printed broadcast in all of the newspapers of the country. But the

greatest interest, of course, was displayed by the Eastern press.

Mr. Carlton made sure to attend the first meeting of the Committee on

Naval Affairs after the introduction of the measure into Congress. After

brief debate the bill was referred to the Secretary of the Navy for his

consideration. He in turn passed it over to a Committee of experts, with

a request for an early report. In the meantime day after day passed and

Mr. Carlton watched anxiously to see if the people of any other locality

would come forth with a site. But time went by and none appeared and he

felt greatly relieved.

In the meantime events were moving rapidly. The Board of Experts visited

Cleverly and made a careful inspection of the site of the proposed

station. Mr. Smithers, the President of the Board of Trade, offered his

services to the visitors and answered questions with such confidence and

pointed out the advantages of the place so convincingly that the Board

of Experts unanimously favored the bill. The Naval men realized that the

Government had an opportunity that should not be neglected. They

returned to Washington well pleased with their trip and in a few days

sent a glowing report to the Secretary of the Navy, who, in his turn,

forwarded it to the Committee on Naval Affairs.

John Carlton was delighted. Things were progressing better than he had

expected. Felix Conway wrote a series of letters for his morning

newspaper, showing that the location of the station at Cleverly would

not only be good for the Government, but would also give permanent

employment to five or six hundred men. He was enthusiastic and he

elaborated on his theme. He even went so far as to declare that it meant

a new era of prosperity and that not only the city and State, but the

nation would share in the good times. This brought sharp retorts from

newspapers out of the Cleverly zone and one or two of them hinted that

Cleverly was not the hub of the universe in spite of the eloquent

outbursts of Felix Conway.

Barry was now in the thick of events. Mr. Carlton had made an

arrangement with him by which the boy was to give all of his time to him

when he was not engaged in his duties as page. Barry was surprised at

the number of things he was able to do. First he went through the

newspapers and clipped out all editorials and news articles bearing upon

the proposed Naval Repair Station. There were many hundreds of these,

and the young page arranged them in large envelopes according to the

views expressed therein. Those that favored Cleverly were placed in one

package; those that opposed it, in another. He planned to keep the

indifferent comments by themselves. Strange to say, none of the

newspapers were indifferent. A few were unfriendly to the suggested

site, but the great majority of the articles and the editorials agreed

that Cleverly was the natural and desirable spot for the Naval Repair

Station.

Resolutions, petitions, memorials, letters and telegrams came pouring in

on Congressman Carlton commending him for presenting the bill, and

urging him to carry his work to a successful conclusion. He felt well

pleased with the situation. The new Naval Repair Station promised to

make him popular as well as important. One of the members of the House

congratulated him on his prominence in the public eye:

"It's very nice," he admitted, "but I'm not letting it take me off my

feet. You know a political leader who receives bouquets today may get

brick-bats tomorrow."

Finally the House fixed a date after which it was decided that no new

bills could be introduced. Mr. Carlton put in some anxious hours. He

wondered if something might not occur at the last moment to upset his

plans. But the day arrived and passed and no new Naval Repair Station

bill had been presented. Mr. Carlton was overjoyed. It seemed almost

certain that his measure was to have smooth sailing.

The following day a meeting of the Committee on Naval Affairs was called

for the purpose of transacting general business. Among other things the

Clerk of the Committee read the report made by the Board of Naval

Experts on the proposed Repair Station at Cleverly. It was clear and it

was convincing. The words were music to the ears of John Carlton. But,

as the clerk finished, Mr. Collins, one of the members of the Committee,

arose and said:

"Mr. Chairman, I now request that the clerk read the bill making an

appropriation for the construction of the Naval Repair Station."

Congressman Carlton was on his feet instantly.

"What is the purpose of having it read now?"

"I wish to offer a little amendment to the bill," was the reply.

"All right," said the unsuspecting member.

The bill was read, and as the clerk concluded, Mr. Collins rose and

said:

"I move to strike out the portion of the bill fixing the location of the

station at Cleverly, and to insert the words, 'Green Island.'"

Half a dozen members were on their feet at the same time, all claiming

recognition at once. The Chairman nodded to Mr. Carlton and the others

sat down.

"Mr. Chairman," cried the Congressman, "this is a most astounding

amendment. It changes the whole purpose of the bill. It is not fair to

do this at the last moment without giving the members a chance to

consider what it means."

Mr. Collins flushed.

"The gentleman has no right to say that. It is a reflection on me."

"I have no desire to reflect on the member," said Mr. Carlton, "but I'd

like to know the meaning of the amendment."

"I'm not prepared to discuss it now," confessed Mr. Collins. "In fact I

presented the amendment by request."

"Then you're willing to postpone consideration for the present?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Well, say two weeks."

And so it was agreed.

After the meeting Mr. Carlton went to his fellow member:

"See here, Collins; who are you representing in this matter?"

"My constituents, of course."

"No; but you said that you presented the amendment by request."

"That's true."

"By request of whom?"

The member smiled. He did not relish the aggressive manner of the

gentleman from Maine. He answered rather ironically:

"I'm not prepared to give you that information--at least not for the

present."

John Carlton was greatly chagrined at the turn of affairs. He was

prepared for open opposition, but how could he fight a foe who remained

in the dark? Green Island was not in Collins' district. So it was plain

that the amendment was inspired by someone else. Carlton tried to find

out who this one was and failed. Felix Conway was called into

consultation and the two men went to the Congressman's office, where

they discussed the question for more than an hour. But when they

finished they were no nearer a solution than in the beginning. Just as

they arose the door opened and Barry Wynn came into the room. He was

breathless.

"Mr. Carlton!" he cried. "Mr. Carlton!"

"Well, what is it?"

"I've found out who got Mr. Collins to offer that amendment."

Both men were on their feet. They spoke simultaneously.

"Who was it?"

"It was Congressman Hudson," replied the boy.

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