XXIV.
It was impossible, of course, that my friends should have failed to perceive the state of disorganization I was in, and some of them at least must have guessed its cause. d.i.c.kinson, on his return from Maine, at once begged me to go away. I rather congratulated myself that Tom had chosen these months for a long-delayed vacation in Canada. His pa.s.sion for fishing still persisted.
In spite of the fact I have noted, that I had lost a certain zest for results, to keep busy seemed to be the only way to relieve my mind of an otherwise intolerable pressure: and I worked sometimes far into the evening. In the background of my thoughts lay the necessity of coming to a decision on the question of the senatorship; several times d.i.c.kinson and Gorse had spoken of it, and I was beginning to get letters from influential men in other parts of the state. They seemed to take it for granted that there was no question of my refusing. The time came when I had grown able to consider the matter with a degree of calmness.
What struck me first, when I began to debate upon it, was that the senatorship offered a new and possibly higher field for my energies, while at the same time the office would be a logical continuation of a signal legal career. I was now unable to deny that I no longer felt any exhilaration at the prospect of future legal conquests similar to those of the past; but once in the Senate, I might regain something of that intense conviction of fighting for a just and sound cause with which Theodore Wading had once animated me: fighting there, in the Capitol at Washington, would be different; no stigma of personal gain attached to it; it offered a nearer approach to the ideal I had once more begun to seek, held out hopes of a renewal of my unity of mind. Mr. Watling had declared that there was something to fight for; I had even glimpsed that something, but I had to confess that for some years I had not been consciously fighting for it. I needed something to fight for.
There was the necessity, however, of renewing my calculations. If Hambleton Durrett should recover, even during the ensuing year, and if Nancy relented it would not be possible for us to be divorced and married for some time. I still clung tenaciously to the belief that there were no relationships wholly unaffected by worldly triumphs, and as Senator I should have strengthened my position. It did not strike me--even after all my experience--that such a course as I now contemplated had a parallel in the one that I had pursued in regard to her when I was young.
It seemed fitting that Theodore Watling should be the first to know of my decision. I went to Washington to meet him. It pained me to see him looking more worn, but he was still as cheerful, as mentally vigorous as ever, and I perceived that he did not wish to dwell upon his illness.
I did venture to expostulate with him on the risk he must be running in serving out his term. We were sitting in the dining room of his house.
"We"ve only one life to live, Hugh," he answered, smiling at me, "and we might as well get all out of it we can. A few years more or less doesn"t make much difference--and I ought to be satisfied. I"d resign now, to please my wife, to please my friends, but we can"t trust this governor to appoint a safe man. How little we suspected when we elected him that he"d become infected. You never can tell, in these days, can you?"
It was the note of devotion to his cause that I had come to hear: I felt it renewing me, as I had hoped. The threat of disease, the louder clamourings of the leaders of the mob had not sufficed to dismay him--though he admitted more concern over these. My sympathy and affection were mingled with the admiration he never failed to inspire.
"But you, Hugh," he said concernedly, "you"re not looking very well, my son. You must manage to take a good rest before coming here--before the campaign you"ll have to go through. We can"t afford to have anything happen to you--you"re too young."
I wondered whether he had heard anything.... He spoke to me again about the work to be done, the work he looked to me to carry on.
"We"ll have to watch for our opportunity," he said, "and when it comes we can handle this new movement not by crushing it, but by guiding it.
I"ve come to the conclusion that there is a true instinct in it, that there are certain things we have done which have been mistakes, and which we can"t do any more. But as for this theory that all wisdom resides in the people, it"s buncombe. What we have to do is to work out a practical programme."
His confidence in me had not diminished. It helped to restore confidence in myself.
The weather was cool and bracing for September, and as we drove in a motor through the beautiful avenues of the city he pointed out a house for me on one of the circles, one of those distinguished residences, instances of a nascent good taste, that are helping to redeem the polyglot aspect of our national capital. Mr. Watling spoke--rather tactfully, I thought--of Maude and the children, and ventured the surmise that they would be returning in a few months. I interpreted this, indeed, as in rather the nature of a kindly hint that such a procedure would be wise in view of the larger life now dawning for me, but I made no comment.... He even sympathized with Nancy Durrett.
"She did the right thing, Hugh," he said, with the admirable casual manner he possessed of treating subjects which he knew to be delicate.
"Nancy"s a fine woman. Poor devil!" This in reference to Ham....
Mr. Watling rea.s.sured me on the subject of his own trouble, maintaining that he had many years left if he took care. He drove me to the station.
I travelled homeward somewhat lifted out of myself by this visit to him; with some feeling of s.p.a.ciousness derived from Washington itself, with its dignified Presidential Mansion among the trees, its granite shaft drawing the eye upward, with its winged Capitol serene upon the hill.
Should we deliver these heirlooms to the mob? Surely Democracy meant more than that!
All this time I had been receiving, at intervals, letters from Maude and the children. Maude"s were the letters of a friend, and I found it easy to convince myself that their tone was genuine, that the separation had brought contentment to her; and those independent and self-sufficient elements in her character I admired now rather than deplored. At Etretat, which she found much to her taste, she was living quietly, but making friends with some American and English, and one French family of the same name, Buffon, as the great naturalist. The father was a retired silk manufacturer; they now resided in Paris, and had been very kind in helping her to get an apartment in that city for the winter. She had chosen one on the Avenue Kleber, not far from the Arc. It is interesting, after her arraignment of me, that she should have taken such pains to record their daily life for my benefit in her clear, conscientious handwriting. I beheld Biddy, her dresses tucked above slim little knees, playing in the sand on the beach, her hair flying in the wind and lighted by the sun which gave sparkle to the sea. I saw Maude herself in her beach chair, a book lying in her lap, its pages whipped by the breeze. And there was Moreton, who must be proving something of a handful, since he had fought with the French boys on the beach and thrown a "rock" through the windows of the Buffon family. I remember one of his letters--made perfect after much correcting and scratching,--in which he denounced both France and the French, and appealed to me to come over at once to take him home. Maude had enclosed it without comment. This letter had not been written under duress, as most of his were.
Matthew"s letters--he wrote faithfully once a week--I kept in a little pile by themselves and sometimes reread them. I wondered whether it were because of the fact that I was his father--though a most inadequate one--that I thought them somewhat unusual. He had learned French--Maude wrote--with remarkable ease. I was particularly struck in these letters with the boy"s power of observation, with his facile use of language, with the vivid simplicity of his descriptions of the life around him, of his experiences at school. The letters were thoughtful--not dashed off in a hurry; they gave evidence in every line of the delicacy of feeling that was, I think, his most appealing quality, and I put them down with the impression strong on me that he, too, longed to return home, but would not say so. There was a certain pathos in this youthful restraint that never failed to touch me, even in those times when I had been most obsessed with love and pa.s.sion.... The curious effect of these letters was that of knowing more than they expressed. He missed me, he wished to know when I was coming over. And I was sometimes at a loss whether to be grateful to Maude or troubled because she had as yet given him no hint of our separation. What effect would it have on him when it should be revealed to him?... It was through Matthew I began to apprehend certain elements in Maude I had both failed to note and appreciate; her little mannerisms that jarred, her habits of thought that exasperated, were forgotten, and I was forced to confess that there was something fine in the achievement of this att.i.tude of hers that was without ill will or resentment, that tacitly acknowledged my continued rights and interest in the children. It puzzled and troubled me.
The Citizens Union began its campaign early that autumn, long before the Hons. Jonathan Parks and Timothy MacGuire--Republican and Democratic candidates for Mayor--thought of going on the stump. For several weeks the meetings were held in the small halls and club rooms of various societies and orders in obscure portions of the city.
The forces of "privilege and corruption" were not much alarmed. Perry Blackwood accused the newspapers of having agreed to a "conspiracy of silence"; but, as Judah B. Tallant remarked, it was the business of the press to give the public what it wanted, and the public as yet hadn"t shown much interest in the struggle being waged in its behalf. When the meetings began to fill up it would be time to report them in the columns of the Era. Meanwhile, however, the city had been quietly visited by an enterprising representative of a New York periodical of the new type that developed with the opening years of the century--one making a specialty of pa.s.sionate "muck-raking." And since the people of America love nothing better than being startled, Yardley"s Weekly had acquired a circulation truly fabulous. The emissary of the paper had attended several of the Citizens meetings; interviewed, it seemed, many persons: the result was a revelation to make the blood of politicians, capitalists and corporation lawyers run cold. I remember very well the day it appeared on our news stands, and the heated denunciations it evoked at the Boyne Club. Ralph Hambleton was the only one who took it calmly, who seemed to derive a certain enjoyment from the affair. Had he been a less privileged person, they would have put him in chancery.
Leonard d.i.c.kinson a.s.serted that Yardley"s should be sued for libel.
"There"s just one objection to that," said Ralph.
"What?" asked the banker.
"It isn"t libel."
"I defy them to prove it," d.i.c.kinson snapped. "It"s a d--d outrage!
There isn"t a city or village in the country that hasn"t exactly the same conditions. There isn"t any other way to run a city--"
"That"s what Mr. Krebs says," Ralph replied, "that the people ought to put Judd Jason officially in charge. He tells "em that Jason is probably a more efficient man than Democracy will be able to evolve in a c.o.o.n"s age, that we ought to take him over, instead of letting the capitalists have him."
"Did Krebs say that?" d.i.c.kinson demanded.
"You can"t have read the article very thoroughly, Leonard," Ralph commented. "I"m afraid you only picked out the part of it that compliments you. This fellow seems to have been struck by Krebs, says he"s a coming man, that he"s making original contributions to the people"s cause. Quite a tribute. You ought to read it."
d.i.c.kinson, who had finished his lunch, got up and left the table after lighting his cigar. Ralph"s look followed him amusedly.
"I"m afraid it"s time to cash in and be good," he observed.
"We"ll get that fellow Krebs yet," said Grierson, wrathfully. Miller Gorse alone made no remarks, but in spite of his silence he emanated an animosity against reform and reformers that seemed to charge the very atmosphere, and would have repressed any man but Ralph....
I sat in my room at the Club that night and reread the article, and if its author could have looked into my soul and observed the emotions he had set up, he would, no doubt, have experienced a grim satisfaction.
For I, too, had come in for a share of the comment. Portions of the matter referring to me stuck in my brain like tar, such as the reference to my father, to the honoured traditions of the Parets and the Brecks which I had deliberately repudiated. I had less excuse than many others.
The part I had played in various reprehensible transactions such as the Riverside Franchise and the dummy telephone company affair was dwelt upon, and I was dismissed with the laconic comment that I was a graduate of Harvard....
My a.s.sociates and myself were referred to collectively as a "gang," with the name of our city prefixed; we were linked up with and compared to the gangs of other cities--the terminology used to describe us being that of the police reporter. We "operated," like burglars; we "looted": only, it was intimated in one place, "second-story men" were angels compared to us, who had never seen the inside of a penitentiary. Here we were, all arraigned before the bar of public opinion, the relentless d.i.c.kinson, the surfeited Scherer, the rapacious Grierson, the salacious Tallant. I have forgotten what Miller Gorse was called; nothing so cla.s.sic as a Minotaur; Judd Jason was a hairy spider who spread his net and lurked in darkness for his victims. Every adjective was called upon to do its duty.... Even Theodore Watling did not escape, but it was intimated that he would be dealt with in another connection in a future number.
The article had a crude and terrifying power, and the pain it aroused, following almost immediately upon the suffering caused by my separation from Nancy, was c.u.mulative in character and effect, seeming actively to reenforce the unwelcome conviction I had been striving to suppress, that the world, which had long seemed so acquiescent in conforming itself to my desires, was turning against me.
Though my hunger for Nancy was still gnawing, I had begun to fear that I should never get her now; and the fact that she would not even write to me seemed to confirm this.
Then there was Matthew--I could not bear to think that he would ever read that article.
In vain I tried that night to belittle to myself its contentions and probable results, to summon up the heart to fight; in vain I sought to reconstruct the point of view, to gain something of that renewed hope and power, of devotion to a cause I had carried away from Washington after my talk with Theodore Watling. He, though stricken, had not wavered in his faith. Why should I?
Whether or not as the result of the article in Yardley"s, which had been read more or less widely in the city, the campaign of the Citizens Union gained ground, and people began to fill the little halls to hear Krebs, who was a candidate for district attorney. Evidently he was entertaining and rousing them, for his reputation spread, and some of the larger halls were hired. d.i.c.kinson and Gorse became alarmed, and one morning the banker turned up at the Club while I was eating my breakfast.
"Look here, Hugh," he said, "we may as well face the fact that we"ve got a fight ahead of us,--we"ll have to start some sort of a back-fire right away."
"You think Greenhalge has a chance of being elected?" I asked.
"I"m not afraid of Greenhalge, but of this fellow Krebs. We can"t afford to have him district attorney, to let a demagogue like him get a start.
The men the Republicans and Democrats have nominated are worse than useless. Parks is no good, and neither is MacGuire. If only we could have foreseen this thing we might have had better candidates put up--but there"s no use crying over spilt milk. You"ll have to go on the stump, Hugh--that"s all there is to it. You can answer him, and the newspapers will print your speeches in full. Besides it will help you when it comes to the senatorship."
The mood of extreme dejection that had followed the appearance of the article in Yardley"s did not last. I had acquired aggressiveness: an aggressiveness, however, differing in quality from the feeling I once would have had,--for this arose from resentment, not from belief. It was impossible to live in the atmosphere created by the men with whom I a.s.sociated--especially at such a time--without imbibing something of the emotions animating them,--even though I had been free from these emotions myself. I, too, had begun to be filled with a desire for revenge; and when this desire was upon me I did not have in my mind a pack of reformers, or even the writer of the article in Yardley"s. I thought of Hermann Krebs. He was my persecutor; it seemed to me that he always had been....
"Well, I"ll make speeches if you like," I said to d.i.c.kinson.
"I"m glad," he replied. "We"re all agreed, Gorse and the rest of us, that you ought to. We"ve got to get some ginger into this fight, and a good deal more money, I"m afraid. Jason sends word we"ll need more. By the way, Hugh, I wish you"d drop around and talk to Jason and get his idea of how the land lies."
I went, this time in the company of Judah B. Tallant. Naturally we didn"t expect to see Mr. Jason perturbed, nor was he. He seemed to be in an odd, rather exultant mood--if he can be imagined as exultant. We were not long in finding out what pleased him--nothing less than the fact that Mr. Krebs had proposed him for mayor!
"D--d if I wouldn"t make a good one, too," he said. "D--d if I wouldn"t show "em what a real mayor is!"
"I guess there"s no danger of your ever being mayor, Judd," Tallant observed, with a somewhat uneasy jocularity.
"I guess there isn"t, Judah," replied the boss, quickly, but with a peculiar violet flash in his eyes. "They won"t ever make you mayor, either, if I can help it. And I"ve a notion I can. I"d rather see Krebs mayor."