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 polished, well-dressed, polite, good fellow, and all that.

"Now, Baldwin—I mean the fellow—well, damn it!" Holman suddenly exploded in his exasperation, "it was Baldwin! He had a bill he was trying to pass, a crooked bill, of course, one of those bills like this street-car bill I heard of to-day, to take something that by rights belonged to the people of the city, a street, or the ground under a street, or the air over a street, or the room in the middle of a street, and give it to half a dozen eminently respectable and pious citizens to use for themselves and exploit and get rich on. Baldwin was trying to pass that bill, and the session was nearly done, and he needed just one vote. And he looked around and he settled on this young friend of mine; he knew his hopes, his wants, his necessities—knew all about him, for that's Baldwin's business and his way. I needn't go into the details; he worked with him a whole day and nearly a whole night; explained that it was really a good thing for the city, that this young fellow's constits were not interested in the city, anyway, didn't know anything about it, nor care anything about it. 'It can't hurt you,' Baldwin would say. 'Your people