He had suggested to the
senator that, in the legal points involved in the bill, his
brother-in-law would undoubtedly be charmed to advise him. So that
morning, to talk it over, Bissell had come from Albany and, as he
was forced to return the same afternoon, had asked Wharton to lunch
with him up-town near the station.
That in public life there breathed a man with soul so dead who,
were he offered a chance to serve Hamilton Cutler, would not jump
at the chance was outside the experience of the county chairman.
And in so judging his fellow men, with the exception of one man,
the senator was right. The one man was Hamilton Cutler's
brother-in-law.
In the national affairs of his party Hamilton Cutler was one of the
four leaders. In two cabinets he had held office. At a foreign
court as an ambassador his dinners, of which the diplomatic corps
still spoke with emotion, had upheld the dignity of ninety million
Americans. He was rich. The history of his family was the history
of the State. When the Albany boats drew abreast of the old Cutler
mansion on the cast bank of the Hudson the passengers pointed at it
with deference. Even when the search lights pointed at it, it was
with deference. And on Fifth Avenue, as the "Seeing New York" car
passed his town house it slowed respectfully to half speed. When,
apparently for no other reason than that she was good and
beautiful, he had married the sister of a then unknown up State
lawyer, every one felt Hamilton Cutler had made his first mistake.
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