"Mr. Ba.s.sett said that if you came in before I quit to ask you to come over to the Whitcomb. Mrs. Ba.s.sett blew in to-day from that sanatorium in Connecticut where they"ve been working on her nerves. Miss Marian brought her back, and they"ve stopped in town to rest. And say,"--here Miss Farrell lowered her voice,--"the Missis must try his soul a good deal! I wonder how he ever picked _her_ out of the bunch?"
"That will do!" said Harwood sharply. "I"ll find Mr. Ba.s.sett at the Whitcomb and I shan"t have anything for you to-day."
There had been a meeting of the central committee preliminary to the approaching state convention. A number of candidates had already opened headquarters at the Whitcomb; members of Congress, aspirants for the governor"s seat, to be filled two years hence, and petty satraps from far and near were visible at the hotel. If Ba.s.sett"s star was declining there was nothing to indicate it in the conduct of the advance guard. If any change was apparent it pointed to an increase of personal popularity. Ba.s.sett was not greatly given to loafing in public places; he usually received visitors at such times in an upper room of the hotel; but Harwood found him established on a settee in the lobby in plain view of all seekers, and from the fixed appearance of the men cl.u.s.tered about him he had held this position for some time. Harwood drew into the outer edge of the crowd unnoticed for a moment. Ba.s.sett was at his usual ease; a little cheerfuler of countenance than was his wont, and yet not unduly anxious to appear tranquil. He had precipitated one of the most interesting political struggles the state had ever witnessed, but his air of unconcern before this mixed company of his fellow partisans, among whom there were friends and foes, was well calculated to inspire faith in his leadership. Some one was telling a story, and at its conclusion Ba.s.sett caught Harwood"s eye and called to him in a manner that at once drew attention to the young man.
"h.e.l.lo, Dan! You"re back from the country all right, I see! I guess you boys all know Harwood. You"ve seen his name in the newspapers!"
Several of the loungers shook hands with Harwood, who had cultivated the handshaking habit, and he made a point of addressing to each one some personal remark. Thus the gentleman from Tippecanoe, who had met Dan at the congressional convention in Lafayette two years earlier, felt that he must have favorably impressed Ba.s.sett"s agent on that occasion; else how had Harwood asked at once, with the most shameless flattery, whether they still had the same brand of fried chicken at his house! And the gentleman from the remote sh.o.r.es of the Lake, a rare visitor in town, had every right to believe, from Dan"s reference to the loss by fire of the gentleman"s house a year earlier, that that calamity had aroused in Dan the deepest sympathy. Dan had mastered these tricks; it rather tickled his sense of humor to practice them; but it must be said for him that he was sincerely interested in people, particularly in these men who played the great game. If he ever achieved anything in politics it must be through just such material as offered itself on such occasions as this in the halls of the Whitcomb. These men might be tearing the leader to pieces to-morrow, or the day after; but he was still in the saddle, and not knowing but that young Harwood might be of use to them some day, they greeted him as one of the inner circle.
Most of these men sincerely liked and admired Ba.s.sett; and many of them accepted the prevailing superst.i.tion as to his omniscience and invulnerability; even in the Republican camp many shared the belief that the spears of the righteous were of no avail against him. Dan"s loyalty to Ba.s.sett had never been more firmly planted. Ba.s.sett had always preserved a certain formality in his relations with him; to-night he was calling him Dan, naturally and as though unconscious of the transition.
This was not without its effect on Harwood; he was surprised to find how agreeable it was to be thus familiarly addressed by the leader in such a gathering.
Ba.s.sett suggested that he speak to Mrs. Ba.s.sett and Marian, who were spending a few days in town, and he found them in the hotel parlor, where Ba.s.sett joined them shortly. Mrs. Ba.s.sett and Dan had always got on well together; his nearness to her husband brought him close to the domestic circle; and he had been invariably responsive to her demands upon his time. Dan had learned inevitably a good deal of the inner life of the Ba.s.setts, and now and then he had been aware that Mrs. Ba.s.sett was sounding him discreetly as to her husband"s plans and projects; but these approaches had been managed with the nicest tact and discretion.
In her long absences from home she had lost touch with Ba.s.sett"s political interests and occupations, but she knew of his break with Thatcher. She prided herself on being a woman of the world, and while she had flinched sometimes at the attacks made upon her husband, she was nevertheless proud of his influence in affairs. Ba.s.sett had once, at a time when he was being a.s.sailed for smothering some measure in the senate, given her a number of books bearing upon the anti-slavery struggle, in which she read that the prominent leaders in that movement had suffered the most unjust attacks, and while it was not quite clear wherein lay Ba.s.sett"s likeness to Lincoln, Lovejoy, and Wendell Phillips, she had been persuaded that the most honorable men in public life are often the targets of scandal. Her early years in Washington with her father had impressed her imagination; the dream of returning there as the wife of a Senator danced brightly in her horizons. It would mean much to Marian and Blackford if their father, like their Grandfather Singleton, should attain a seat in the Senate. And she was aware that without such party service as Ba.s.sett was rendering, with its resulting antagonisms, the virulent newspaper attacks, the social estrangements that she had not escaped in Fraserville, a man could not hope for party preferment.
Ba.s.sett had recently visited Blackford at the military school where his son was established, and talk fell upon the boy.
"Black likes to have a good time, but he will come out all right. The curriculum doesn"t altogether fit him--that"s his only trouble."
Ba.s.sett glanced at Harwood for approval and Dan promptly supported the father"s position. Blackford had, as a matter of fact, been threatened with expulsion lately for insubordination. Ba.s.sett had confessed to Dan several times his anxiety touching the boy. To-day, when the lad"s mother had just returned after a long sojourn in a rest cure, was not a fit occasion for discussing such matters.
"What"s Allen doing?" asked Marian. "I suppose now that papa is having a rumpus with Mr. Thatcher I shall never see him any more."
"You shouldn"t speak so, Marian. A hotel parlor is no place to discuss your father"s affairs," admonished Mrs. Ba.s.sett.
"Oh, Allen"s ever so much fun. He"s a Socialist or something. Aunt Sally likes him ever so much. Aunt Sally likes Mr. Thatcher, too, for that matter," she concluded boldly.
"Mr. Thatcher is an old friend of mine," said Ba.s.sett soberly.
"You can be awfully funny when you want to, papa," replied Marian. "As we came through Pittsburg this morning I bought a paper that told about "Stop, Look, Listen." But Allen won"t mind if you do whistle to his father to keep off the track."
"Mr. Thatcher"s name was never mentioned by me in any such connection,"
replied Ba.s.sett; but he laughed when Marian leaned over and patted his cheek to express her satisfaction in her father"s cleverness.
"I think it unfortunate that you have gone to war with that man,"
remarked Mrs. Ba.s.sett wearily.
"You dignify it too much by calling it a war," Harwood interjected. "We don"t want such men in politics in this state and somebody has to deal with them."
"I guess it will be a lively sc.r.a.p all right enough," said Marian, delighted at the prospect. "We"re going to move to the city this fall, Mr. Harwood. Hasn"t papa told you?"
Mrs. Ba.s.sett glanced at her husband with alert suspicion, thinking that perhaps in her absence he had been conniving to this end with Marian.
Ba.s.sett smiled at his daughter"s adroitness in taking advantage of Harwood"s presence to introduce this subject; it had been the paramount issue with her for several years.
"I shall be glad enough to stay at Fraserville the rest of my days if I get through another Waupegan summer safely," said Mrs. Ba.s.sett. "The mere thought of moving is horrible!"
"Oh, we wouldn"t exactly move in coming here; we"d have an apartment in one of these comfortable new houses and come down while the legislature"s in session, so we can be with papa. And there"s ever so much music here now, and the theatres, and I could have a coming-out party here. You know I never had one, papa. And it would be nice to be near Aunt Sally; she"s getting old and needs us."
"Yes; she undoubtedly does," said Ba.s.sett, with faint irony.
Her daughter"s rapid fire of suggestions wearied Mrs. Ba.s.sett. She turned to Harwood:--
"Mr. Ba.s.sett and Marian have been telling me, Mr. Harwood, that Aunt Sally went back to college with Sylvia Garrison after Professor Kelton"s death. Poor girl, it"s quite like Aunt Sally to do that. Sylvia must be very forlorn, with all her people gone. I think Aunt Sally knew her mother. I hope the girl isn"t wholly dest.i.tute?"
"No, the Professor left a small estate and Miss Garrison expects to teach," Dan answered.
"Dan is the administrator," remarked Ba.s.sett "I"m sure you will be glad to know that Miss Garrison"s affairs are in good hands, Hallie."
"Aunt Sally is very fond of you, Mr. Harwood; I hope you appreciate that," said Mrs Ba.s.sett. "Aunt Sally doesn"t like everybody."
"Aunt Sally"s a brick, all right," declared Marian, as an accompaniment to Dan"s expression of his gratification that Mrs. Owen had honored him with her friendship.
"It"s too bad the girl will have to teach," said Mrs. Ba.s.sett; "it must be a dog"s life."
"I think Miss Garrison doesn"t look at it that way," Harwood intervened. "She thinks she"s in the world to do something for somebody; she"s a very interesting, a very charming young woman."
"Well, I haven"t seen her in five years; she was only a young girl that summer at the lake. How soon will Aunt Sally be back? I do hope she"s coming to Waupegan. If I"d known she was going to Wellesley, we could have waited for her in New York, and Marian and I could have gone with them to see Sylvia graduated. I always wanted to visit the college."
"It was better for you to come home, Hallie," said Mr. Ba.s.sett. "You are not quite up to sight-seeing yet. And now," he added, "Dan and I have some business on hand for an hour or so, and I"m going to send you and Marian for an automobile ride before dinner. You must quit the moment you are tired. Wish we could all go, but I haven"t seen Dan much lately, and as I"m going home with you to-morrow we shan"t have another chance."
When his wife and daughter had been dispatched in the motor Ba.s.sett suggested that they go to a private room he had engaged in the hotel, first giving orders at the office that he was not to be disturbed. He did not, however, escape at once from men who had been lying in wait for him in the lobby and corridors, but he made short work of them.
"I want to thresh out some things with you to-day, and I"ll be as brief as possible," said Ba.s.sett when he and Harwood were alone. "You got matters fixed satisfactorily at Montgomery--no trouble about your appointment?"
"None; Mrs. Owen had arranged all that."
"You mentioned to her, did you, my offer to help?"
"Oh, yes! But she had already arranged with Akins, the banker, about the administrator"s bond, and we went at once to business."
"That"s all right; only I wanted to be sure Mrs. Owen understood I had offered to help you. She"s very kind to my wife and children; Mrs.
Ba.s.sett has been almost like a daughter to her, you know. There"s really some property to administer, is there?"
"Very little, sir. The Professor had been obliged to drop part of his life insurance and there was only two thousand in force when he died.
The house he lived in may bring another two. There are some publishers"
contracts that seem to have no value. And the old gentleman had invested what was a large sum for him in White River Canneries."
Ba.s.sett frowned and he asked quickly:--
"How much?"
"Five thousand dollars."
"As much as that?"
Ba.s.sett"s connection with White River Canneries was an incident of the politician"s career to which Harwood had never been wholly reconciled.
Nor was he pleasantly impressed by Ba.s.sett"s next remark, which, in view of Mrs. Ba.s.sett"s natural expectations,--and these Dan had frequently heard mentioned at the capital,--partook of the nature of a leading question. "That"s unfortunate. But I suppose Mrs. Owen, by reason of her friendship for the grandfather, won"t let the girl suffer."