Dan, instantly alert, gripped his paddle and waited. Some one had launched a canoe at the Ba.s.sett boathouse. There was a stealthiness in the performance that roused him to vigilance. He cautiously backed water and waited. A word or two spoken in a low tone reached Dan and Sylvia: two persons seemed to be embarking.
A canoe shot out suddenly from the dock, driven by a confident hand.
"It must be Marian; but there"s some one with her," said Sylvia.
Dan had already settled himself in the stern ready for a race.
"It"s probably that idiot Allen," he growled. "We must follow them."
Away from the sh.o.r.e shadows the starlight was sufficient to confirm Dan"s surmise as to the nature of this canoe flight. It was quite ten o"clock, and the lights in the Ba.s.sett house on the bluff above had been extinguished. It was at once clear to Dan that he must act promptly.
Allen, dismayed by the complications that beset his love-affair, had proposed an elopement, and Marian had lent a willing ear.
"They"re running away, Sylvia; we"ve got to head them off." He bent to his paddle vigorously. "They can"t possibly get away."
But it was not in Marian"s blood to be thwarted in her pursuit of adventure. She was past-mistress of the canoeist"s difficult art, and her canoe flew on as though drawn away into the dark on unseen cords.
"You"d better lend a hand," said Dan, and Sylvia turned round and knelt, paddling Indian fashion. The canoe skimmed the water swiftly. It was in their thoughts that Marian and Allen must not land at Waupegan, where their intentions would be advertised to the world. The race must end before the dock was reached. At the end of a quarter of an hour Dan called to Sylvia to cease paddling.
"We"ve pa.s.sed them; there"s no doubt of that," he said, peering into the dark.
"Maybe they"re just out for fun and have turned back," suggested Sylvia.
"I wish I could think so. More likely they"re trying to throw us off.
Let"s check up for a moment and see if we hear them again."
He kept the canoe moving slowly while they listened for some sign of the lost quarry. Then suddenly they heard a paddle stroke behind them, and an instant later a canoe"s bow brushed their craft as lightly as a hand pa.s.sing across paper. Dan threw himself forward and grasped the sides firmly; there was a splashing and wobbling as he arrested the flight. A canoe is at once the most docile and the most intractable of argosies.
Sylvia churned the water with her paddle, seeking to crowd the rocking canoes closer together, while Marian endeavored to drive them apart.
"Allen!" panted Dan, p.r.o.ne on the bottom of his canoe and gripping the thwarts of the rebellious craft beside him, "this must end here."
"Let us go!" cried Allen stridently. "This is none of your business. Let us go, I say."
Finding it impossible to free her canoe, Marian threw down her paddle angrily. They were all breathless; Dan waited till the canoes rode together quietly. Sylvia had brought an electric lamp which Dan now flashed the length of the captive canoe. It searched the anxious, angry faces of the runaways, and disclosed two suit cases that told their own story.
"I told you to keep away from here, Allen. You can"t do this. It won"t do," said Dan, snapping off the light; "you"re going home with us, Marian."
"I won"t go back; you haven"t any right to stop me!"
"You haven"t any right to run away in this fashion," said Sylvia, speaking for the first time. "You would cause endless trouble. It"s not the way to do it."
"But it"s the only way out," stormed Allen. "There"s no other way. Dan told me himself I couldn"t speak to Mr. Ba.s.sett, and this is the only thing we could do."
"Will you kindly tell me just what you intended doing?" asked Dan, still gripping the canoe.
"I"d spoken to the minister here in the village. Marian was going to spend the night at his house and we were to be married in the morning as soon as I could get a license."
"You can"t get a marriage license in Waupegan; your minister ought to know that."
"No; but we could have driven over early to the county seat and got it; I tell you I had it all fixed. You let go of that canoe!"
"Stand by, Sylvia," said Dan with determination.
He steadied himself a moment, stepped into Marian"s canoe, and caught up her paddle.
"Wait here, Sylvia. I"m going to land Allen over there at that dock with the two white lights, and I"ll come back with Marian and we"ll take her home. Flash the light occasionally so I shan"t lose you."
A few minutes later when Allen, sulky and breathing dire threats, had been dropped ash.o.r.e, Harwood paddled Marian home, Sylvia trailing behind.
It was near midnight when Sylvia, having hidden Marian"s suit case in Mrs. Owen"s boathouse, watched the tearful and wrathful Juliet steal back into her father"s house.
Allen lodged at the inn with Dan that night and, duly urged not to make a fool of himself again, went home by the morning train.
CHAPTER x.x.x
THE KING HATH SUMMONED HIS PARLIAMENT
The Great Seal of the Hoosier Commonwealth, depicting a st.u.r.dy pioneer felling a tree while behind him a frightened buffalo gallops madly into oblivion, was affixed to a proclamation of the governor convening the legislature in special session on the 20th of November. It was Morton Ba.s.sett"s legislature, declared, the Republican press, brought back to the capital to do those things which it had left undone at the regular session. The Democratic newspapers proved conclusively that the demands of the state inst.i.tutions said to be in dire need were the fruit of a long period of Republican extravagance, for which the Democratic Party, always p.r.o.ne to err on the side of frugality, was in no wise responsible. The Republican governor had caused the legislative halls to be reopened merely to give a false impression of Democratic incompetence, but in due season the people would express their opinion of that governor. So reasoned loyal Democrats. Legislatures are not cheap, taken at their lowest valuation, and a special session, costing something like one hundred thousand of the people"s dollars, is an extravagance before which a governor may well hesitate. This particular convocation of the Hoosier lawmakers, summoned easily enough by a stroke of the pen, proved to be expensive in more ways than one.
On the third day of the special session, when the tardiest member, hailing from the remote fastnesses of Switzerland County, was just finding his seat, and before all the others had drawn their stationery and registered a generous computation of their mileage, something happened. The bill for an act ent.i.tled an act to lift the lid of the treasure chests was about to be read for the first time when a page carried a telegram to Morton Ba.s.sett in the senate chamber.
Senator Ba.s.sett read his message once and again. His neighbors on the floor looked enviously upon the great man who thus received telegrams without emotion. It seemed, however, to those nearest him, that the bit of yellow paper shook slightly in Ba.s.sett"s hand The clerk droned on to an inattentive audience. Ba.s.sett put down the telegram, looked about, and then got upon his feet. The lieutenant-governor, yawning and idly playing with his gavel, saw with relief that the senator from Fraser wished to interrupt the proceedings.
"Mr. President."
"The senator from Fraser."
"Mr. President, I ask leave to interrupt the reading of the bill to make an announcement."
"There being no objection, the senator will make his announcement."
Senators who had been smoking in the cloakroom, or talking to friends outside the railing, became attentive. The senator from Fraser was little given to speech, and it might be that he meant at this time to indicate the att.i.tude of the majority toward the appropriations asked by the governor. In any event, it was always wise to listen to anything Morton Ba.s.sett had to say.
The senator was unusually deliberate. Even when he had secured the undivided attention of the chamber he picked up the telegram and read it through again, as though to familiarize himself with its contents.
"Mr. President, I have just received the following message from a personal friend in Washington: "The Honorable Roger B. Ridgefield, United States Senator from Indiana, while on a hunting trip in Chesapeake Bay with a party of Baltimore friends, died suddenly this morning. The death occurred at a point remote from the telegraph. No particulars have yet been received at Washington." It is with profound sorrow, Mr. President, that I make this announcement. Though Senator Ridgefield had long been my political antagonist, he had also been, for many years, a valued personal friend. The Republican Party has lost one of its great leaders, and the State of Indiana a son to whom men of all parties have given their ungrudging admiration. Mr. President, I move that the senate do now adjourn to meet at ten o"clock to-morrow morning."
Even before the motion could be put, Ba.s.sett was pa.s.sing about among the desks. The men he spoke to nodded understandingly. A mild, subdued excitement reigned in the chamber. It flashed through the mind of every Democratic member that that death in the Chesapeake had brought a crisis in the war between Ba.s.sett and Thatcher. In due course the a.s.sembly, convened in joint session, would mourn decorously the death of a statesman who had long and honorably represented the old Hoosier State in the greatest tribunal on earth; and his pa.s.sing would be feelingly referred to in sonorous phrases as an untoward event, a deplorable and irreparable loss to the commonwealth. To Republicans, however, it was a piece of stupendous ill-luck that the Senator should have indulged in the childish pastime of duck shooting at an inconvenient season when the Democratic majority in the general a.s.sembly would be able to elect a successor to complete his term of office.
When the gavel fell, adjourning the senate, gentlemen were already seeking in the Federal Const.i.tution for the exact language of the section bearing upon this emergency. If the Republican governor had not so gayly summoned the legislature he might have appointed a Senator of his own political faith to serve until the next regular session, following the elections a year hence. It was ungenerous and disloyal of Roger B. Ridgefield to have taken himself out of the world in this abrupt fashion. Before the first shock had pa.s.sed, there were those about the State House who, scanning the newspaper extras, were saying that a secret fondness for poker and not an enthusiasm for ducks had led the Honorable Roger B. Ridgefield to the remote arm of the Chesapeake, where he had been the guest of a financier whose influence in the upper house of Congress was notoriously pernicious. This did not, however, alter the immediate situation. The language of the Federal and State Const.i.tutions was all too explicit for the Republican minority; it was only in recess that a governor might fill a vacancy; and beyond doubt the general a.s.sembly was in town, lawfully brought from the farm, the desk, the mine, and the factory, as though expressly to satisfy the greed for power of a voracious Democracy.
Groups of members were retiring to quiet corners to discuss the crisis.
Ba.s.sett had already designated a committee room where he would meet his followers and stanch adherents. Thatcher men had gone forth to seek their chief. The Democrats would gain a certain moral strength through the possession of a Senator in Congress. The man chosen to fill the vacancy would have an almost irresistible claim upon the senatorship if the Democrats should control the next legislature. It was worth fighting for, that dead man"s seat!
The full significance of the news was not wasted upon Representative Harwood. The house adjourned promptly, and Dan hastened to write telegrams. He wired Colonel Ramsay, of Aurora, to come to the capital on the first train. Telegrams went flying that afternoon to every part of Indiana.