"Well, if you weren"t here, I don"t see what right you"ve got to complain. I never leave my good Democratic friends on the outside, do I?"
"That"s all right," replied Mr. Maker, doggedly, "I"m on, I"m here now, and that bill in the Judiciary doesn"t pa.s.s without me. I guess I can stop it, too. How about a thousand apiece for five of us boys?"
"You"re pretty good at a joke, Jim," remarked the Colonel, stroking his goatee.
"Maybe you"re looking for a little publicity in this here game,"
retorted Mr. Maker, darkly. "Say, Colonel, ain"t we always treated the Railroad on the level?"
"Jim," asked the Colonel, gently, "didn"t I always take care of you?"
He had laid his hand on the shoulder of Mr. Maker, who appeared slightly mollified, and glanced at a ma.s.sive silver watch.
"Well, I"ll be dropping in about eight o"clock," was his significant reply, as he took his leave.
"I guess we"ll have to grease the wheels a little," the Colonel remarked to me, and gazed at the ceiling....
The telegram apropos of the Ward Five leader was by no means the only cipher message I sent back during my stay. I had not needed to be told that the matter in hand would cost money, but Mr. Watling"s parting instruction to me had been to take the Colonel"s advice as to specific sums, and obtain confirmation from Fowndes. Nor was it any surprise to me to find Democrats on intimate terms with such a stout Republican as the Colonel. Some statesman is said to have declared that he knew neither Easterners nor Westerners, Northerners nor Southerners, but only Americans; so Colonel Varney recognized neither Democrats nor Republicans; in our legislature party divisions were sunk in a greater loyalty to the Railroad.
At the Colonel"s suggestion I had laid in a liberal supply of cigars and whiskey. The scene in his room that evening suggested a session of a sublimated grand lodge of some secret order, such were the mysterious comings and goings, knocks and suspenses. One after another the "important" men duly appeared and were introduced, the Colonel supplying the light touch.
"Why, cuss me if it isn"t Billy! Mr. Paret, I want you to shake hands with Mr. Donovan, the floor leader of the "opposition," sir. Mr. Donovan has had the habit of coming up here for a friendly chat ever since he first came down to the legislature. How long is it, Billy?"
"I guess it"s nigh on to fifteen years, Colonel."
"Fifteen years!" echoed the Colonel, "and he"s so good a Democrat it hasn"t changed his politics a particle."
Mr. Donovan grinned in appreciation of this thrust, helped himself liberally from the bottle on the mantel, and took a seat on the bed. We had a "friendly chat."
Thus I made the acquaintance also of the Hon. Joseph Mecklin, Speaker of the House, who unbent in the most flattering way on learning my ident.i.ty.
"Mr. Paret"s here on that little matter, representing Watling, Fowndes and Ripon," the Colonel explained. And it appeared that Mr. Mecklin knew all about the "little matter," and that the mention of the firm of Watling, Fowndes and Ripon had a magical effect in these parts. The President of the Senate, the Hon. Lafe Giddings, went so far as to say that he hoped before long to see Mr. Watling in Washington. By no means the least among our callers was the Hon. Fitch Truesdale, editor of the St. Helen"s Messenger, whose editorials were of the trite effectiveness that is taken widely for wisdom, and were a.s.siduously copied every week by other state papers and labeled "Mr. Truesdale"s Common Sense." At countless firesides in our state he was known as the spokesman of the plain man, who was blissfully ignorant of the fact that Mr. Truesdale was owned body and carca.s.s by Mr. Cyrus Ridden, the princ.i.p.al manufacturer of St. Helen"s and a director in several subsidiary lines of the Railroad. In the legislature, the Hon. Fitch"s function was that of the moderate counsellor and bellwether for new members, hence nothing could have been more fitting than the choice of that gentleman for the honour of moving, on the morrow, that Bill No. 709 ought to pa.s.s.
Mr. Truesdale reluctantly consented to accept a small "loan" that would help to pay the mortgage on his new press....
When the last of the gathering had departed, about one o"clock in the morning, I had added considerably to my experience, gained a pretty accurate idea of who was who in the legislature and politics of the state, and established relationships--as the Colonel reminded me--likely to prove valuable in the future. It seemed only gracious to congratulate him on his management of the affair,--so far. He appeared pleased, and squeezed my hand.
"Well, sir, it did require a little delicacy of touch. And if I do say it myself, it hasn"t been botched," he admitted. "There ain"t an outsider, as far as I can learn, who has caught on to the n.i.g.g.e.r in the wood-pile. That"s the great thing, to keep "em ignorant as long as possible. You understand. They yell b.l.o.o.d.y murder when they do find out, but generally it"s too late, if a bill"s been handled right."
I found myself speculating as to who the "outsiders" might be. No Ribblevale attorneys were on the spot as yet,--of that I was satisfied.
In the absence of these, who were the opposition? It seemed to me as though I had interviewed that day every man in the legislature.
I was very tired. But when I got into bed, it was impossible to sleep.
My eyes smarted from the tobacco smoke; and the events of the day, in disorderly manner, kept running through my head. The tide of my exhilaration had ebbed, and I found myself struggling against a revulsion caused, apparently, by the contemplation of Colonel Varney and his a.s.sociates; the instruments, in brief, by which our triumph over our opponents was to be effected. And that same idea which, when launched amidst the surroundings of the Boyne Club, had seemed so brilliant, now took on an aspect of tawdriness. Another thought intruded itself,--that of Mr. Pugh, the president of the Ribblevale Company. My father had known him, and some years before I had traveled halfway across the state in his company; his kindliness had impressed me. He had spent a large part of his business life, I knew, in building up the Ribblevale, and now it was to be wrested from him; he was to be set aside, perhaps forced to start all over again when old age was coming on! In vain I accused myself of sentimentality, and summoned all my arguments to prove that in commerce efficiency must be the only test. The image of Mr. Pugh would not down.
I got up and turned on the light, and took refuge in a novel I had in my bag. Presently I grew calmer. I had chosen. I had succeeded. And now that I had my finger at last on the nerve of power, it was no time to weaken.
It was half-past six when I awoke and went to the window, relieved to find that the sun had scattered my morbid fancies with the darkness; and I speculated, as I dressed, whether the thing called conscience were not, after all, a matter of nerves. I went downstairs through the tobacco-stale atmosphere of the lobby into the fresh air and sparkly sunlight of the mild February morning, and leaving the business district I reached the residence portion of the little town. The front steps of some of the comfortable houses were being swept by industrious servant girls, and out of the chimneys twisted, fantastically, rich blue smoke; the bare branches of the trees were silver-grey against the sky; gaining at last an old-fashioned, wooden bridge, I stood for awhile gazing at the river, over the shallows of which the spendthrift hand of nature had flung a shower of diamonds. And I reflected that the world was for the strong, for him who dared reach out his hand and take what it offered. It was not money we coveted, we Americans, but power, the self-expression conferred by power. A single experience such as I had had the night before would since to convince any sane man that democracy was a failure, that the world-old principle of aristocracy would a.s.sert itself, that the attempt of our ancestors to curtail political power had merely resulted in the growth of another and greater economic power that bade fair to be limitless. As I walked slowly back into town I felt a reluctance to return to the noisy hotel, and finding myself in front of a little restaurant on a side street, I entered it. There was but one other customer in the place, and he was seated on the far side of the counter, with a newspaper in front of him; and while I was ordering my breakfast I was vaguely aware that the newspaper had dropped, and that he was looking at me. In the slight interval that elapsed before my brain could register his ident.i.ty I experienced a distinct shock of resentment; a sense of the reintrusion of an antagonistic value at a moment when it was most unwelcome....
The man had risen and was coming around the counter. He was Hermann Krebs.
"Paret!" I heard him say.
"You here?" I exclaimed.
He did not seem to notice the lack of cordiality in my tone. He appeared so genuinely glad to see me again that I instantly became rather ashamed of my ill nature.
"Yes, I"m here--in the legislature," he informed me.
"A Solon!"
"Exactly." He smiled. "And you?" he inquired.
"Oh, I"m only a spectator. Down here for a day or two."
He was still lanky, his clothes gave no evidence of an increased prosperity, but his complexion was good, his skin had cleared. I was more than ever baked by a resolute good humour, a simplicity that was not innocence, a whimsical touch seemingly indicative of a state of mind that refused to take too seriously certain things on which I set store.
What right had he to be contented with life?
"Well, I too am only a spectator here," he laughed. "I"m neither fish, flesh nor fowl, nor good red herring."
"You were going into the law, weren"t you?" I asked. "I remember you said something about it that day we met at Beverly Farms."
"Yes, I managed it, after all. Then I went back home to Elkington to try to make a living."
"But somehow I have never thought of you as being likely to develop political aspirations, Krebs," I said.
"I should say not! he exclaimed.
"Yet here you are, launched upon a political career! How did it happen?"
"Oh, I"m not worrying about the career," he a.s.sured me. "I got here by accident, and I"m afraid it won"t happen again in a hurry. You see, the hands in those big mills we have in Elkington sprang a surprise on the machine, and the first thing I knew I was nominated for the legislature.
A committee came to my boarding-house and told me, and there was the deuce to pay, right off. The Railroad politicians turned in and worked for the Democratic candidate, of course, and the Hutchinses, who own the mills, tried through emissaries to intimidate their operatives."
"And then?" I asked.
"Well,--I"m here," he said.
"Wouldn"t you be accomplishing more," I inquired, "if you hadn"t antagonized the Hutchinses?"
"It depends upon what you mean by accomplishment," he answered, so mildly that I felt more rued than ever.
"Well, from what you say, I suppose you"re going in for reform, that these workmen up at Elkington are not satisfied with their conditions and imagine you can help to better them. Now, provided the conditions are not as good as they might be, how are you going to improve them if you find yourself isolated here, as you say?"
"In other words, I should cooperate with Colonel Varney and other disinterested philanthropists," he supplied, and I realized that I was losing my temper.
"Well, what can you do?" I inquired defiantly.
"I can find out what"s going on," he said. "I have already learned something, by the way."