A ruddy-faced, much wrinkled man appeared in the door.
"Senator Far, Mr. Secretary," announced Abbott. Enoch rose and held
out his hand. "Senator, you look warm. Oh, Abbott, tell Jonas to turn
on the fan. What can I do for Arkansas, Senator?"
Jonas came in hurriedly. "Mr. Secretary, that fan's laid down on me.
How come it to do it, I haven't found out yet. I tried to borrow one
from a friend of mine, but--"
"Never mind, Jonas," said Enoch. "I don't expect you to be an
electrician. Perhaps the power's still off in the building. I noticed
there were no lights when I came in."
Jonas' eyes grew as big as saucers. "It sure takes brains to be a
Secretary," he muttered, as he turned to hurry from the room.
The two men grinned at each other. "What I wanted was an appointment
for a friend of mine," said Senator Far. "He's done a lot for the
party and I want to get him into the Reclamation Service."
"He's an engineer?" asked Enoch, lighting the cigar the Senator gave
him.
"I don't think so. He's been playing politics ever since I knew him.
He has a good following in the state."
"Why the Reclamation Service then! By the eternal, Senator, can't you
fellows leave one department clear of the spoils system? I'm here to
tell you, I'm proud of the Service.
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