"But Germany is a monarchy," I objected.
"It is a modern, scientific system with monarchy as its superstructure.
It is anomalous, but frank. The monarchy is there for all men to see, and some day it will be done away with. We are supposedly a democracy, and our superstructure is plutocratic. Our people feel the burden, but they have not yet discovered what the burden is."
"And when they do?" I asked, a little defiantly.
"When they do," replied Krebs, "they will set about making the plutocrats happy. Now plutocrats are discontented, and never satisfied; the more they get, the more they want, the more they are troubled by what other people have."
I smiled in spite of myself.
"Your interest in--in plutocrats is charitable, then?"
"Why, yes," he said, "my interest in all kinds of people is charitable.
However improbable it may seem, I have no reason to dislike or envy people who have more than they know what to do with." And the worst of it was he looked it. He managed somehow simply by sitting there with his strange eyes fixed upon me--in spite of his ridiculous philosophy--to belittle my ambitions, to make of small worth my achievements, to bring home to me the fact that in spite of these I was neither contented nor happy though he kept his humour and his poise, he implied an experience that was far deeper, more tragic and more significant than mine. I was goaded into making an injudicious remark.
"Well, your campaign against Ennerly and Jackson fell through, didn"t it?" Ennerly and Jackson were the city officials who had been tried.
"It wasn"t a campaign against them," he answered. "And considering the subordinate part I took in it, it could scarcely be called mine."
"Greenhalge turned to you to get the evidence."
"Well, I got it," he said.
"What became of it?"
"You ought to know."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I say, Paret," he answered slowly. "You ought to know, if anyone knows."
I considered this a moment, more soberly. I thought I might have counted on my fingers the number of men cognizant of my connection with the case. I decided that he was guessing.
"I think you should explain that," I told him.
"The time may come, when you"ll have to explain it."
"Is that a threat?" I demanded.
"A threat?" he repeated. "Not at all."
"But you are accusing me--"
"Of what?" he interrupted suddenly.
He had made it necessary for me to define the nature of his charges.
"Of having had some connection with the affair in question."
"Whatever else I may be, I"m not a fool," he said quietly. "Neither the district attorney"s office, nor young Arbuthnot had brains enough to get them out of that sc.r.a.pe. Jason didn"t have influence enough with the judiciary, and, as I happen to know, there was a good deal of money spent."
"You may be called upon to prove it," I retorted, rather hotly.
"So I may."
His tone, far from being defiant, had in it a note of sadness. I looked at him. What were his potentialities? Was it not just possible that I should have to revise my idea of him, acknowledge that he might become more formidable than I had thought?
There was an awkward silence.
"You mustn"t imagine, Paret, that I have any personal animus against you, or against any of the men with whom you"re a.s.sociated," he went on, after a moment. "I"m sorry you"re on that side, that"s all,--I told you so once before. I"m not calling you names, I"m not talking about morality and immorality. Immorality, when you come down to it, is often just the opposition to progress that comes from blindness. I don"t make the mistake of blaming a few individuals for the evils of modern industrial society, and on the other hand you mustn"t blame individuals for the discomforts of what you call the reform movement, for that movement is merely a symptom--a symptom of a disease due to a change in the structure of society. We"ll never have any happiness or real prosperity until we cure that disease. I was inclined to blame you once, at the capital that time, because it seemed to me that a man with all the advantages you have had and a mind like yours didn"t have much excuse. But I"ve thought about it since; I realize now that I"ve had a good many more "advantages" than you, and to tell you the truth, I don"t see how you could have come out anywhere else than where you are,--all your surroundings and training were against it. That doesn"t mean that you won"t grasp the situation some day--I have an idea you will. It"s just an idea. The man who ought to be condemned isn"t the man that doesn"t understand what"s going on, but the man who comes to understand and persists in opposing it." He rose and looked down at me with the queer, disturbing smile I remembered. "I get off at this corner," he added, rather diffidently. "I hope you"ll forgive me for being personal.
I didn"t mean to be, but you rather forced it on me."
"Oh, that"s all right," I replied. The car stopped, and he hurried off. I watched his tall figure as it disappeared among the crowd on the sidewalk....
I returned to my office in one of those moods that are the more disagreeable because conflicting. To-day in particular I had been aroused by what Tom used to call Krebs"s "crust," and as I sat at my desk warm waves of resentment went through me at the very notion of his telling me that my view was limited and that therefore my professional conduct was to be forgiven! It was he, the fanatic, who saw things in the larger scale! an a.s.sumption the more exasperating because at the moment he made it he almost convinced me that he did, and I was unable to achieve for him the measure of contempt I desired, for the incident, the measure of ridicule it deserved. My real animus was due to the fact that he had managed to shake my self-confidence, to take the flavour out of my achievements,--a flavour that was in the course of an hour to be completely restored by one of those interesting coincidences occasionally occurring in life. A young member of my staff entered with a telegram; I tore it open, and sat staring at it a moment before I realized that it brought to me the greatest honour of my career.
The Banker-Personality in New York had summoned me for consultation.
To be recognized by him conferred indeed an enn.o.blement, the Star and Garter, so to speak, of the only great realm in America, that of high finance; and the yellow piece of paper I held in my hand instantly re-magnetized me, renewed my energy, and I hurried home to pack my bag in order to catch the seven o"clock train. I announced the news to Maude.
"I imagine it"s because he knows I have made something of a study of the coal roads situation," I added.
"I"m glad, Hugh," she said. "I suppose it"s a great compliment."
Never had her inadequacy to appreciate my career been more apparent! I looked at her curiously, to realize once more with peculiar sharpness how far we were apart; but now the resolutions I had made--and never carried out--on that first Christmas in the new home were lacking.
Indeed, it was the futility of such resolutions that struck me at this moment. If her manner had been merely one of indifference, it would in a way have been easier to bear; she was simply incapable of grasping the significance of the event, the meaning to me of the years of unceasing, ambitious effort it crowned.
"Yes, it is something of a recognition," I replied. "Is there anything I can get for you in New York? I don"t know how long I shall have to stay--I"ll telegraph you when I"m getting back." I kissed her and hurried out to the automobile. As I drove off I saw her still standing in the doorway looking after me.... In the station I had a few minutes to telephone Nancy.
"If you don"t see me for a few days it"s because I"ve gone to New York,"
I informed her.
"Something important, I"m sure."
"How did you guess?" I demanded, and heard her laugh.
"Come back soon and tell me about it," she said, and I walked, exhilarated, to the train.... As I sped through the night, staring out of the window into the darkness, I reflected on the man I was going to see. But at that time, although he represented to me the quintessence of achievement and power, I did not by any means grasp the many sided significance of the phenomenon he presented, though I was keenly aware of his influence, and that men spoke of him with bated breath.
Presidents came and went, kings and emperors had responsibilities and were subject daily to annoyances, but this man was a law unto himself.
He did exactly what he chose, and compelled other men to do it. Wherever commerce reigned,--and where did it not?--he was king and head of its Holy Empire, Pope and Emperor at once. For he had his code of ethics, his religion, and those who rebelled, who failed to conform, he excommunicated; a code something like the map of Europe,--apparently inconsistent in places. What I did not then comprehend was that he was the American Principle personified, the supreme individual a.s.sertion of the conviction that government should remain modestly in the background while the efficient acquired the supremacy that was theirs by natural right; nor had I grasped at that time the crowning achievement of a unity that fused Christianity with those acquisitive dispositions said to be inherent in humanity. In him the Lion and the Lamb, the Eagle and the Dove dwelt together in amity and power.
New York, always a congenial place to gentlemen of vitality and means and influential connections, had never appeared to me more sparkling, more inspiring. Winter had relented, spring had not as yet begun. And as I sat in a corner of the dining-room of my hotel looking out on the sunlit avenue I was conscious of partaking of the vigour and confidence of the well-dressed, clear-eyed people who walked or drove past my window with the air of a conquering race. What else was there in the world more worth having than this conquering sense? Religion might offer charms to the weak. Yet here religion itself became sensible, and wore the garb of prosperity. The stonework of the tall church on the corner was all lace; and the very saints in their niches, who had known martyrdom and poverty, seemed to have renounced these as foolish, and to look down complacently on the procession of wealth and power..
Across the street, behind a sheet of gla.s.s, was a carrosserie where were displayed the shining yellow and black panels of a closed automobile, the cost of which would have built a farm-house and stocked a barn.
At eleven o"clock, the appointed hour, I was in Wall Street. Sending in my name, I was speedily ushered into a room containing a table, around which were several men; but my eyes were drawn at once to the figure of the great banker who sat, ma.s.sive and preponderant, at one end, smoking a cigar, and listening in silence to the conversation I had interrupted.
He rose courteously and gave me his hand, and a glance that is unforgettable.
"It is good of you to come, Mr. Paret," he said simply, as though his summons had not been a command. "Perhaps you know some of these gentlemen."
One of them was our United States Senator, Theodore Watling. He, as it turned out, had been summoned from Washington. Of course I saw him frequently, having from time to time to go to Washington on various errands connected with legislation. Though spruce and debonnair as ever, in the black morning coat he invariably wore, he appeared older than he had on the day when I had entered his office. He greeted me warmly, as always.