Jimmy Duggan, too, had been doing things during the years. In the
early days of his first session of the legislature Jimmy was regarded
as something of a joke by government and opposition sides alike, and by
the press of both parties. He was constantly referred to in the
newspapers as "Mr. Duggan, the People's Party," and when it came to
recording votes on various questions there was sure to be a note to the
effect that "The People's Party voted solidly" for or against the
proposal, or Bill, or amendment, as the case might be. And Jimmy
rather liked it. In the course of time he became thoroughly acquainted
with "all the boys" in the press gallery. The embarrassment of his
detachment from either of the straight political parties was a strong
factor in ripening his friendship with the "gallery," and very soon the
reporters began to welcome his advent to the writing room, a well-like
structure between the actual press gallery and one of the galleries
used by the public. For Jimmy had an amazing fund of stories, and knew
how to tell them, and he also knew that there were times when silence
was imperative, and on such occasions he smoked his pipe and marvelled
while the reporters turned out reams of copy for their newspapers.
To the leaders of the respective parties Jimmy was a real puzzle. They
made overtures to him, by proxy, of course. Far be it from any leader
of any political party to ever care one red cent whether an
independent, real or imitation, would consider throwing in his lot with
a party. Far be it, but--well, the overtures were made, and Jimmy
received the envoys who bore them on separate occasions with
cordiality. One envoy reported that Jimmy would support his party
through thick and thin, and the other reported, "We have him, hide and
boot and all." He was no chicken--Jimmy.
There was some curiosity as to when Jimmy would make his first speech
in the House, and on what subject. The press gallery, to a man, was
willing to bet that it would be interesting, and not one-hundredth part
so long as the first speech made by "The Big Wind." Attempts to pump
Jimmy were of no avail, for he declared with emphatic words and
gestures that he didn't know. "All I'm sure of," he said, "is that
I'll make one some day, if I don't drop dead of heart disease when I
get up to speak. I hope it'll be some nice quiet afternoon; there's
too many folks here at nights to suit me."
"Well, but you addressed far larger audiences during your campaign,"
said one of the reporters.
"Yes," answered Jimmy, "but it was a different crowd; most of the bunch
that comes to the galleries here at nights are pretty keen politicians.
Lots of 'em have been coming for years. They know all the points of
order, and everything like that, and because I'd know that they knew I
was tearing holes in the rules of the House, and the English language,
I'd likely feel that I'd better not take a fling. But, what's the use
of talking?--I don't know what I'll say or do. Did any of you fellows
know Father LeRoy, down our way, who died a little while ago?"
Some of them had known him.
"Well, fifteen years or so ago, there was a gang of housebreakers and
burglars that got on people's nerves. They pulled off many a robbery,
beat up a number of people, and had the whole district terrorised. The
police didn't seem able to get on to any good clues, though goodness
knows they worked hard. Well, it got so that people were afraid to
leave anything worth while in their houses when they went to church
services. So they stayed at home more frequently than usual. Father
LeRoy felt pretty bad about his own people who did this, and prayed for
an end to 'the plague,' as he called it. He was sorrowful, too, about
the robberies, because he had a sneaking suspicion that some of his own
parishioners were mixed up in them, and he was right.
"He wasn't much of a man for size, the Father, and was never known to
have displayed any great strength, but he had a bright, keen eye, a
firm step, and a hearty hand-shake that showed he was healthful, anyway.
"After mass one Sunday, I shook hands with him at the door--he was
always there for a word before we went--and I says to him, 'Father,
you'll be having the gang breaking into your house first thing you
know.'
"He laughed kind of easy, and says, 'Well, if they come, I hope they'll
be peaceable, for, above all things, I am a man of peace.'
"'And if they're not?' I says.
"And he shrugged his shoulders--that was the French of him from his
father--and says, 'I don't know what I'd do, but I'd do the best I
could.'
"Sure enough, they did break into the Father's house the next night,
three of them, and they got into his room on the second floor, and woke
him up from his sleep, because they couldn't find anything worth
stealing. They stood beside his bed, three hulking brutes they were,
and threatened him with fearful things if he didn't at once get up and
show them the gold and silver plate they believed was in the house. So
he got up kinder quietly, and put some of his clothes on, and all the
while they were saying very soft-like awful things about the church,
and Father LeRoy wasn't saying anything, but all of a sudden he turns
the key easily in the door, locking it on the inside, you see, and
slips the key in his pocket. Then he looks at them, and they're very
close to him and very fierce, and one of 'em says, 'We smashed old
Tom's head'--that was the Father's servant--'just because he opened his
mouth to yell, and now we'll pound yours to a pulp,' and the next
minute that fellow went down with a broken jawbone and a stomach that
never got well again, I guess. The others threw themselves upon the
Father, and a few minutes afterwards the whole neighbourhood was
awakened by the yells and shoutings from the house. People and police
were soon there: they broke into the house and burst into the Father's
room, and there he was, a little pale and breathing heavy, and the
three men piled on the floor in a heap, moaning and groaning, and all
covered with blood. I was one of them that rushed in with the police,
and when things got quietened down a bit I found old Tom in the kitchen
with a pretty sore head, but not in danger. Well, one of the police
inspectors and me stayed the rest of the night with the Father, though
he didn't want us to.
"The inspector shook the Father's hand about a million times, and he
says to him, 'Sir,' he says, 'what did you think when you locked that
door?'
"And Father LeRoy said very slow, 'I thought to myself, I don't know
what I'll do, but I'll do the best I can.'
"'You can take it from me,' says the inspector, 'and I'm an Ulster
Orangeman at that, there isn't a man on the force to-day could have
done better,' and he shook the Father's hand again.
"Maybe," concluded Jimmy, "nobody'll ever want to shake my hand after
my first speech, and give me praise, but I'll do the best I can,
anyway."
The Honorable the Provincial Secretary gave Jimmy his first chance in
the annual statement on the hospitals, charities, and prisons of the
province. The Secretary dilated at some length on the reasonable
prices at which supplies had been obtained, particularly coal and wood.
The opposition attacked the Secretary's statement on general grounds.
They always did that, anyway: obviously, anything that the government
did must be wrong, and the debate that followed dragged along for two
or three days, until even the most incompetent men in the House had
said something about it, and had kicked because their speeches did not
get more space in the newspapers. The House was tired to death of the
discussion, and there was a joyous trooping in of members when the
whips sent word that a vote was in sight on an opposition resolution
that the salary list of the Provincial Secretary's Department should be
cut in half. But the end was not yet. Just as the Speaker began to
put the question Jimmy rose. A half-suppressed groan rose with him,
for the members were really tired. Jimmy heard it, but he only smiled.
"On behalf of the People's Party," he said, "I would like to ask the
Honorable the Provincial Secretary a question or two before the vote is
taken, and I presume he'll answer them."
"Cheerfully," said the Honorable, who was smiling.
"I would like to ask then, Mr. Speaker," said Jimmy, "if the honorable
gentleman knows anything about coal, or the coal business."
"I do not."
"He is advised by his officials, I presume?"
"I am"--no one was paying any attention to the Speaker now--the
questions and answers were being exchanged straight across the floor of
the House.
"The honorable gentleman stated," went on Jimmy, "that at last the
Toronto coal ring had been checkmated, and he had made a thoroughly
good bargain with Howilton dealers."
"Yes."
"Does he happen to know that the Howilton men turned over their
contract to the Toronto ring?"
There was a pause. The Provincial Secretary looked his surprise, but
sat still.
"Because that is the case," proceeded Jimmy, calmly. "In fact, the
Howilton companies that got the contract are owned by the Toronto ring,
anyway."
The Provincial Secretary rose hastily, and as hastily expressed the
opinion that the honorable member for Mid-Toronto was mistaken. "It is
a grave charge he makes," he said, "and I do not think it has any real
foundation."
Jimmy ignored for a moment the challenge as to his veracity. "The
Howilton companies," he said, "are owned by the Toronto ring. But if
the Provincial Secretary had known it, he could have been independent
of the ring." He paused, but the Provincial Secretary was sitting
gloomily silent. "There are at least three new coal firms in this
city," said Jimmy, "that are out of the ring, and they could have
filled the orders at still smaller prices than the government paid.
But the government chose to send out circulars on its old lists, on
which the names of the new companies do not appear, instead of
advertising for tenders, and giving all a chance, and the government
has been stung--that's all."
The opposition members were pounding their desks as Jimmy sat down.
The government side was silent. The Provincial Secretary rose and
declared in solemn tones that he would ask "to-morrow" that a committee
of the House be named to investigate the whole matter, and he hoped the
honorable gentleman would bring all the facts in his possession before
it.
"I will," said Jimmy, laconically, and he did, with the result that the
government got a rare black eye that set it rolling down the Hill of
Overthrow, at the bottom of which, a few years later, it landed, and
landed hard.
"I did my best, anyway," said Jimmy, when, the House having risen, the
reporters gathered around him to compliment him on his maiden speech.