"No; that boy of his with the bad lung had to go off to the Adirondacks, and he went with him."
The inner door opened at this moment, disclosing the Honorable Isaac Pett.i.t, who greeted Ramsay effusively.
"What is immortality, gentlemen!" the Honorable Isaac Pett.i.t inquired, clinging to the Colonel"s hand. "We had a little social gathering for our new pastor up at Fraser the other night, and I sprung a new game on the old folks. Offered a prize for anybody who could name all the Vice-Presidents of the United States since Lincoln"s administration, and they couldn"t even get past Grant--and Schuyler Colfax being right off our own Hoosier pastures! Then we tried for the Democratic candidates for President, beginning back at the war, and they couldn"t even start.
One young chap piped up and said Jeff Davis--oh, Lord!--which reminds me that the teaching of history in the public schools ain"t what it ought to be. They hadn"t heard of Hanc.o.c.k, and when somebody said Blaine, the teacher of the infant cla.s.s in our Sunday School said Blaine who? That reminds me of one time when I met Dan Voorhees, than whom G.o.d Almighty never made a n.o.bler soul; I met Dan down here in the lobby of the old Bates House, carrying a "Harper"s Weekly" with one of Tom Nast"s cartoons spread wide open. You know Dan had--"
Colonel Ramsay had been edging toward the door of Harwood"s private room, and he now broke in upon the editor"s reminiscences.
"You tell that story to Miss Farrell, Ike. I"m spouting myself to-night, at a Christian Endeavor rally at Tipton, and want to see Dan a minute."
Miss Farrell was inured to Pett.i.t"s anecdotes of Dan Voorhees, and the Fraserville editor continued, unmindful of the closing of the door upon Dan and Ramsay.
Ramsay pushed his fedora to the back of his head and inspected Dan"s new furniture.
"Well, you did it! You"ve cut loose from your base and burned your bridges behind you. I would have brought my congratulations sooner, but I"ve had a long jury case on hand. You did it, my boy, and you did it like a gentleman. You might have killed him if you had wanted to."
"I don"t want to kill anybody," smiled Dan. "I want to practice law."
"That"s a laudable ambition, but you can"t go back on us now. What we"ve needed for a long time was a young man of about your make-up who wasn"t afraid."
"Don"t rub it in, Colonel. I was a mighty long time seeing the light, and I don"t deserve any praise from anybody. I mean what I say about practicing law. I"m a free man now and any political work I do is going to be along the lines of the simple, childish ideas I brought home from college with me. I had begun to feel that all this political idealism was sheer rubbish, but I put the brakes on before I got too far downhill. If a few of us who have run with the machine and know the tricks will turn and help the bewildered idealists, we can make idealism effective. Most of the people don"t want a handful of crooks to govern them, but there"s a kind of cheap cynicism abroad that discourages the men who are eager to revolt. There are newspapers that foster that sentiment, and scores of men who won"t take time to go to a caucus keep asking what"s the use. Now, as for Ba.s.sett, I"m not going to bite the hand that fed me; I"m simply going to feed myself. Pett.i.t was just in here to sound me as to my feelings toward Thatcher. Quite frankly, I"m not interested in Thatcher as a senatorial possibility."
"That"s all right; but if you had to make a choice between Thatcher and Ba.s.sett?"
Dan shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"You mustn"t exaggerate the importance of my influence. I don"t carry United States senatorships around in my pocket."
"You"re the most influential man of your age in our state. I"m not so sure you wouldn"t be able to elect any man you supported if the election were held to-morrow."
"You"ve mastered the delicate art of flattery, Colonel; when the time comes, I"ll be in the fight. It"s not so dead certain that our party"s going to have a senator to elect--there"s always that. But all the walls are covered with handwriting these days that doesn"t need interpreting by me or any other Daniel. Many of the younger men all over this state in both parties are getting ready to a.s.sert themselves. What we want--what you want, I believe--is to make this state count for something in national affairs. Just changing parties doesn"t help anything. I"d rather not shift at all than send some fellow to the Senate just because he can capture a caucus. It"s my honest conviction that any man can get a caucus vote if he will play according to the old rules. You and I go out over the state bawling to the people that they are governing this country. We appeal to them for their votes when we know well enough that between Thatcher and Ba.s.sett as Democrats, and "Big" Jordan and Ridgefield in the Republican camp, the people don"t stand to win. It may tickle you to know that I"ve had some flattering invitations lately to join the Republicans--not from the old guard, mind you, but from some of the young fellows who want to score results for policies, not politicians. I suppose, after all, Colonel, I"m only a kind of academic Democrat, with no patience whatever with this eternal hitching of our ancient mule to the saloons and breweries just to win.
In the next campaign I"m going to preach my academic Democracy all the way from Lake Michigan to the Ohio River, up and down and back and forth--and I"m going to do it at my own expense and not be responsible to any state committee or anybody else. That"s about where I stand."
"Good; mighty good, Dan. All the rest of us want is for you to holler that in your biggest foghorn voice and you"ll find the crowd with you."
"But if the crowd isn"t with me, it won"t make a bit of difference; I shall bark just the same."
"Now that we"ve got down to bra.s.s tacks, I"ll tell you what I"ve thought ever since Ba.s.sett got his clamps on the party: that he really hasn"t any qualities of leadership; that grim, silent way of his is a good deal of a bluff. If anybody ever has the nerve to set off a firecracker just behind him, he"ll run a mile. The newspapers keep flashing him up in big headlines all the time, and that helps to keep the people fooled. The last time I saw him was just after he put through that corporation bill you broke on, and he didn"t seem to have got much fun out of his victory; he looked pretty gray and worried. It wasn"t so easy pulling through House Bill Ninety-five; it was the hardest job of Mort"s life; but he had to do it or take the count. And Lord! he certainly lost his head in defeating those appropriation bills; he let his spite toward the governor get the better of him. It wasn"t the Republican governor he put in the hole; it was his own party."
"That"s the way with all these men of his type on both sides; they have no real loyalty; they will sacrifice their parties any time just to further personal ends, or in this case it would seem to have been out of sheer bad temper. I didn"t use to think Ba.s.sett had any temper or any kind of emotional organization. But when he"s mad it"s the meanest kind of mad, blind and revengeful."
"He"s forced an extra session--he"s brought that on us. Just chew on that a minute, Dan. A Republican governor has got to rea.s.semble a Democratic legislature merely to correct its own faults. It looks well in print, by George! Speaking of print, how did he come to let go of the "Courier," and who owns that sheet anyway? I thought when Thatcher sprung that suit and dragged our Aunt Sally into it, the Wabash River would run hot lava for the next forty years. But that night of the ball she and Mort stood there on the firing-line as though nothing had ever happened."
Harwood grinned and shook his head gravely.
"There are some things, Colonel, that even to a good friend like you I can"t give away. Besides, I promised Atwill not to tell."
"All right, Dan. And now, for fear you may think I"ve got something up my sleeve, I want to say to you with my hand on my heart that I don"t want any office now or ever!"
"Now, Colonel, be very careful!" laughed Dan.
"No; I"m not up here on a fishing-trip. But I want you to know where I stand and the friendly feeling of a whole lot of people toward you. You say the younger men are getting tired of the old boss system; I"ll tell you that a lot of the old fellows too are beginning to get restless. The absurdity of the whole game on both sides is beginning to get into the inner consciousness of the people. You know if I had stayed regular when the free-silver business came on I might have been in a position now to play for the governorship--which is the only thing I ever wanted; rather nice to be governor of your own state, and have your name scratched on a slab at the State House door; it"s even conceivable, Daniel, that a man might do a little good--barely possible," he concluded dryly. "I"m out of it now for good; but anything I can do to help you, don"t wait to write, just telephone me. Now--"
"I"m not so sure you can"t make it yet; I"d like to see you there."
"Thanks, Daniel; but like you I"m in the ranks of the patriots and not looking for the pie counter. Here"s another matter. Do you mind telling me what you"re up to in this White River Canneries business? I notice that you"ve been sticking the can-opener into it."
"Yes; that protest of the original stockholders against the reorganization is still pending. As administrator of the estate of Professor Kelton--you remember him--Madison College--I filed a pet.i.tion to be let into the case. It"s been sleeping along for a couple of years--stockholders too poor to put up a fight. I"ve undertaken to probe clear into the mire. I"ve got lots of time and there"s lots of mire!"
"Good. They say the succotash and peaches were all cooked in the same pot, and that our Uncle Mort did the skimming."
"So they say; but believe me, I can attack him without doing violence to my professional conscience. White River Canneries was never in the Boordman office to my knowledge. This isn"t vengeance on my part; it"s my duty to get what I can for the estate."
"Well, some of our farmers down my way got soaked in that deal, but it never seemed worth while to waste their money in litigation. I"ll be glad to turn the claims I have in my office over to you; the more you have, the stronger fight you can make."
"Good. I welcome business. I"m going to see if I can"t get to the bottom of the can."
As a _revolte_ Dan had attracted more attention than he liked, in all the circ.u.mstances. Now that the legislature had adjourned, he was anxious to give his energy to the law, and he did not encourage political pilgrims to visit his office. He felt that he had behaved generously toward his old chief when the end came, and the promptness with which Ba.s.sett"s old guard sought to impeach his motives in fighting the corporation bill angered him. Threats of retaliation were conveyed to him from certain quarters; and from less violent sources he heard much of his ingrat.i.tude toward the man who had "made" him. He had failed in his efforts to secure the pa.s.sage of several measures whose enactment was urged by the educational and philanthropic interests of the community, and this was plainly attributable to the animosity aroused by his desertion of the corporation bill. He had not finished with this last measure, which had been pa.s.sed by Ba.s.sett"s bi-partisan combination over the governor"s veto. The labor organizations were in arms against it and had engaged Dan to attack it in the courts.
Sylvia"s approval of his course had been as cordial as he could have asked, and as the spring advanced they were much together. They attended concerts, the theatre, and lectures, as often as she had time for relaxation, and they met pretty regularly at Mrs. Owen"s dinner table on Sunday--often running out for long tramps in the country afterward, to return for supper, and a renewal of their triangular councils. The Ba.s.setts were to continue at the Bosworth house until June, and when Marian dashed in upon these Sunday symposiums--sometimes with a young cavalier she had taken out for a promenade--she gave Dan to understand that his difficulties with her father made not the slightest difference to her.
"But, mama!" She spoke of her mother as of one whose views must not weigh heavily against the world"s general good cheer--"mama says she _never_ trusted you; that there was just that something about you that didn"t seem quite--" Marian would shake her head and sigh suggestively, whereupon Mrs. Owen would rebuke her and send her off to find the candy in the sideboard.
Allen, relegated for a time to a sanatorium in the Adirondacks, amused himself by telegraphing to Marian daily; and he usually managed to time a message to reach Mrs. Owen"s Sunday dinner table with characteristic remembrances for all who might be in her house. To Dan he wrote a letter commending his course in the legislature.
"I always knew you would get on Dad"s side one of these days. The Great Experiment is making headway. Don"t worry about me. I"m going to live to be a hundred. There"s really nothing the matter with my lungs, you know.
Dad just wanted an excuse to come up here himself (mother and the girls used me as an excuse for years, you remember). He"s doing big stunts tramping over the hills. You remember that good story Ware told us that night up in the house-boat? You wouldn"t think Dad would have so much curiosity, but he"s been over there to look at that place Ware told about. He"s left me now to go down to New York to see the lights... .
I"m taking quite a literary turn. You know, besides Emerson and those chaps who camped with him up here, Stevenson was here, too,--good old R.L.S.!"
Several times Sylvia, Marian, and Dan collaborated in a Sunday round robin to Allen, in the key of his own exuberances.
CHAPTER XXVII
HEAT LIGHTNING
"We"ll finish the peaches to-night, and call it a day"s work," remarked Mrs. Owen. "Sylvia, you"d better give another turn to the covers on those last jars. There"s nothing takes the heart out of a woman like opening a can of fruit in January and finding mould on top. There, Annie, that"s enough cinnamon. Put in too much and your peaches will taste like a drug store."
Spicy odors floated from the kitchen of Mrs. Owen"s house on Waupegan.
The August afternoon sun struck goldenly upon battalions of gla.s.ses and jars in the broad, screened veranda, an extension of the kitchen itself.
The newly affixed labels announced peach, crab-apple, plum, and watermelon preserves (if the mention of this last item gives you no thrill, so much the worse for you!); jellies of many tints and flavors, and tiny cuc.u.mber pickles showing dark green amid the gayer colors. Only the most jaded appet.i.te could linger without sharp impingements before these condensations and transformations of the kindly fruits of the earth.
In Mrs. Owen"s corps of a.s.sistants we recognize six young women from Elizabeth House--for since the first of July Elizabeth House has been constantly represented on Waupegan, girls coming and going in sixes for a fortnight at the farm. Mrs. Owen had not only added bedrooms to the rambling old farmhouse to accommodate these visitors, but she had, when necessary, personally arranged with their employers for their vacations.