"Hugh, I"m glad to see you here," he said, with a slight emphasis on the last word. My legal career was reaching its logical climax, the climax he had foreseen. And he added, to the banker, that he had brought me up.
"Then he was trained in a good school," remarked that personage, affably.
Mr. Barbour, the president of our Railroad, was present, and nodded to me kindly; also a president of a smaller road. In addition, there were two New York attorneys of great prominence, whom I had met. The banker"s own special lieutenant of the law, Mr. Clement T. Grolier, for whom I looked, was absent; but it was forthwith explained that he was offering, that morning, a resolution of some importance in the Convention of his Church, but that he would be present after lunch.
"I have asked you to come here, Mr. Paret," said the banker, "not only because I know something personally of your legal ability, but because I have been told by Mr. Scherer and Mr. Barbour that you happen to have considerable knowledge of the situation we are discussing, as well as some experience with cases involving that statute somewhat hazy to lay minds, the Sherman anti-trust law."
A smile went around the table. Mr. Watling winked at me; I nodded, but said nothing. The banker was not a man to listen to superfluous words.
The keynote of his character was despatch....
The subject of the conference, like many questions bitterly debated and fought over in their time, has in the year I write these words come to be of merely academic interest. Indeed, the very situation we discussed that day has been cited in some of our modern text-books as a cla.s.sic consequence of that archaic school of economics to which the name of Manchester is attached. Some half dozen or so of the railroads running through the anthracite coal region had pooled their interests,--an extremely profitable proceeding. The public paid. We deemed it quite logical that the public should pay--having been created largely for that purpose; and very naturally we resented the fact that the meddling Person who had got into the White House without asking anybody"s leave,--who apparently did not believe in the infallibility of our legal Bible, the Const.i.tution,--should maintain that the anthracite roads had formed a combination in restraint of trade, should lay down the preposterous doctrine--so subversive of the Rights of Man--that railroads should not own coal mines. Congress had pa.s.sed a law to meet this contention, suit had been brought, and in the lower court the government had won.
As the day wore on our numbers increased, we were joined by other lawyers of renown, not the least of whom was Mr. Grolier himself, fresh from his triumph over religious heresy in his Church Convention. The note of the conference became tinged with exasperation, and certain gentlemen seized the opportunity to relieve their pent-up feelings on the subject of the President and his slavish advisers,--some of whom, before they came under the spell of his sorcery, had once been sound lawyers and sensible men. With the exception of the great Banker himself, who made few comments, Theodore Watling was accorded the most deference; as one of the leaders of that indomitable group of senators who had dared to stand up against popular clamour, his opinions were of great value, and his tactical advice was listened to with respect. I felt more pride than ever in my former chief, who had lost none of his charm. While in no way minimizing the seriousness of the situation, his wisdom was tempered, as always, with humour; he managed, as it were, to neutralize the acid injected into the atmosphere by other gentlemen present; he alone seemed to bear no animus against the Author of our troubles; suave and calm, good natured, he sometimes brought the company into roars of laughter and even succeeded in bringing occasional smiles to the face of the man who had summoned us--when relating some characteristic story of the queer genius whom the fates (undoubtedly as a practical joke) had made the chief magistrate of the United States of America. All geniuses have weaknesses; Mr. Wading had made a study of the President"s, and more than once had lured him into an impa.s.se.
The case had been appealed to the Supreme Court, and Mr. Wading, with remarkable conciseness and penetration, reviewed the characteristics of each and every member of that tribunal, all of whom he knew intimately.
They were, of course, not subject to "advice," as were some of the gentlemen who sat on our state courts; no sane and self-respecting American would presume to "approach" them. Nevertheless they were human, and it were wise to take account, in the conduct of the case, of the probable bias of each individual.
The President, overstepping his const.i.tutional, Newtonian limits, might propose laws, Congress might acquiesce in them, but the Supreme Court, after listening to lawyers like Grolier (and he bowed to the attorney), made them: made them, he might have added, without responsibility to any man in our unique Republic that scorned kings and apotheosized lawyers.
A Martian with a sense of humour witnessing a stormy session of Congress would have giggled at the thought of a few tranquil gentlemen in another room of the Capitol waiting to decide what the people"s representatives meant--or whether they meant anything....
For the first time since I had known Theodore Watling, however, I saw him in the shadow of another individual; a man who, like a powerful magnet, continually drew our glances. When we spoke, we almost invariably addressed him, his rare words fell like bolts upon the consciousness. There was no apparent rift in that personality.
When, about five o"clock, the conference was ended and we were dismissed, United States Senator, railroad presidents, field-marshals of the law, the great banker fell into an eager conversation with Grolier over the Canon on Divorce, the subject of warm debate in the convention that day. Grolier, it appeared, had led his party against the theological liberals. He believed that law was static, but none knew better its plasticity; that it was infallible, but none so well as he could find a text on either side. His reputation was not of the popular, newspaper sort, but was known to connoisseurs, editors, financiers, statesmen and judges,--to those, in short, whose business it is to make themselves familiar with the instruments of power. He was the banker"s chief legal adviser, the banker"s rapier of tempered steel, sheathed from the vulgar view save when it flashed forth on a swift errand.
"I"m glad to be a.s.sociated with you in this case, Mr. Paret," Mr.
Grolier said modestly, as we emerged into the maelstrom of Wall Street.
"If you can make it convenient to call at my office in the morning, we"ll go over it a little. And I"ll see you in a day or two in Washington, Watling. Keep your eye on the bull," he added, with a twinkle, "and don"t let him break any more china than you can help. I don"t know where we"d be if it weren"t for you fellows."
By "you fellows," he meant Mr. Watling"s distinguished a.s.sociates in the Senate....
Mr. Watling and I dined together at a New York club. It was not a dinner of herbs. There was something exceedingly comfortable about that club, where the art of catering to those who had earned the right to be catered to came as near perfection as human things attain. From the great, heavily curtained dining-room the noises of the city had been carefully excluded; the dust of the Avenue, the squalour and smells of the brown stone fronts and laddered tenements of those gloomy districts lying a pistol-shot east and west. We had a vintage champagne, and afterwards a cigar of the club"s special importation.
"Well," said Mr. Watling, "mow that you"re a member of the royal council, what do you think of the King?"
"I"ve been thinking a great deal about him," I said, and indeed it was true. He had made, perhaps, his greatest impression when I had shaken his hand in parting. The manner in which he had looked at me then had puzzled me; it was as though he were seeking to divine something in me that had escaped him. "Why doesn"t the government take him over?" I exclaimed.
Mr. Watling smiled.
"You mean, instead of his mines and railroads and other properties?"
"Yes. But that"s your idea. Don"t you remember you said something of the kind the night of the election, years ago? It occurred to me to-day, when I was looking at him."
"Yes," he agreed thoughtfully, "if some American genius could find a way to legalize that power and utilize the men who created it the worst of our problems would be solved. A man with his ability has a right to power, and none would respond more quickly or more splendidly to a call of the government than he. All this fight is waste, Hugh, d.a.m.ned waste of the nation"s energy." Mr. Watling seldom swore. "Look at the President! There"s a man of remarkable ability, too. And those two oughtn"t to be fighting each other. The President"s right, in a way.
Yes, he is, though I"ve got to oppose him."
I smiled at this from Theodore Watling, though I admired him the more for it. And suddenly, oddly, I happened to remember what Krebs had said, that our troubles were not due to individuals, but to a disease that had developed in industrial society. If the day should come when such men as the President and the great banker would be working together, was it not possible, too, that the idea of Mr. Watling and the vision of Krebs might coincide? I was struck by a certain seeming similarity in their views; but Mr. Watling interrupted this train of thought by continuing to express his own.
"Well,--they"re running right into a gale when they might be sailing with it," he said.
"You think we"ll have more trouble?" I asked.
"More and more," he replied. "It"ll be worse before it"s better I"m afraid." At this moment a club servant announced his cab, and he rose.
"Well, good-bye, my son," he said. "I"ll hope to see you in Washington soon. And remember there"s no one thinks any more of you than I do."
I escorted him to the door, and it was with a real pang I saw him wave to me from his cab as he drove away. My affection for him was never more alive than in this hour when, for the first time in my experience, he had given real evidence of an inner anxiety and lack of confidence in the future.
XXI.
In spite of that unwonted note of pessimism from Mr. Watling, I went home in a day or two flushed with my new honours, and it was impossible not to be conscious of the fact that my aura of prestige was increased--tremendously increased--by the recognition I had received. A certain subtle deference in the att.i.tude of the small minority who owed allegiance to the personage by whom I had been summoned was more satisfying than if I had been acclaimed at the station by thousands of my fellow-citizens who knew nothing of my journey and of its significance, even though it might have a concern for them. To men like Berringer, Grierson and Tallant and our lesser great lights the banker was a semi-mythical figure, and many times on the day of my return I was stopped on the street to satisfy the curiosity of my friends as to my impressions. Had he, for instance, let fall any opinions, prognostications on the political and financial situation? d.i.c.kinson and Scherer were the only other men in the city who had the honour of a personal acquaintance with him, and Scherer was away, abroad, gathering furniture and pictures for the house in New York Nancy had predicted, and which he had already begun to build! With d.i.c.kinson I lunched in private, in order to give him a detailed account of the conference. By five o"clock I was ringing the door-bell of Nancy"s new mansion on Grant Avenue. It was several blocks below my own.
"Well, how does it feel to be sent for by the great sultan?" she asked, as I stood before her fire. "Of course, I have always known that ultimately he couldn"t get along without you."
"Even if he has been a little late in realizing it," I retorted.
"Sit down and tell me all about him," she commanded.
"I met him once, when Ham had the yacht at Bar Harbor."
"And how did he strike you?"
"As somewhat wrapped up in himself," said Nancy.
We laughed together.
"Oh, I fell a victim," she went on. "I might have sailed off with him, if he had asked me."
"I"m surprised he didn"t ask you."
"I suspect that it was not quite convenient," she said. "Women are secondary considerations to sultans, we"re all very well when they haven"t anything more serious to occupy them. Of course that"s why they fascinate us. What did he want with you, Hugh?"
"He was evidently afraid that the government would win the coal roads suit unless I was retained."
"More laurels!" she sighed. "I suppose I ought to be proud to know you."
"That"s exactly what I"ve been trying to impress on you all these years," I declared. "I"ve laid the laurels at your feet, in vain."
She sat with her head back on the cushions, surveying me.
"Your dress is very becoming," I said irrelevantly.
"I hoped it would meet your approval," she mocked.
"I"ve been trying to identify the shade. It"s elusive--like you."
"Don"t be ba.n.a.l.... What is the colour?"