The Price He Paid — page 178: what you’re looking at

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ASSESSOR WINTERFELD’S PAMPHLET, 169 with storm-cloud; and yonder on the western hori- zon the flaming, fiery sunset. : : CHAPTER XITI. ASSESSOR WINTERFELD’S PAMPHLET. “It is perfectly unprecedented! Such a thing was never heard of! I cannot believe my own eyes! This undermines all government, saps the foun- dations of all authority, shakes the very pillars of the State. It is horrible—horrible!” Thus, ina burst of noble pathos, did the coun- cilor unburden himself of his pent-up indignation, addressing the superintendent of police, who was just coming down the stairs from an interview with the governor. “Do you mean the disturbances in the town?” asked the latter, with a slight and rather scornful smile. “Yes, it was rather noisy down there last night, certainly.” “Who is thinking of the town?” cried the coun- cilor. “Those disturbances go for nothing. It is the mere rioting of a mob, which can be sub- jugated, which will be subjugated, by military aid, if necessary. But when revolutionary ideas invade official circles—when men, whose business it is to represent and to support the government, attack it in such a way as this, there is an end to all order. Who would have thought it of Assessor Winterfeld! A young man who has been looked on as a model by the whole civil service! I, indeed, have always had my suspicions of him. His questionable loyalty, his bias in favor of the opposition, his treasonable con- nections, have long inspired uneasiness in my mind ; and on several occasions I have expressed as much to his excellency, but he would not listen. He had a predilection for the assessor. Quite lately even, by getting him transferred to the capital, he opened to this favored subaltern the most brilliant prospects; and now the traitor rewards him by the blackest ingratitude.” Gomicbooks (E(0)