It was two o"clock when Harwood, after taking Mrs. Owen down to supper, found himself free. He met Thatcher in the lower hall, m.u.f.fled in astrakhan and swearing softly to himself because his carriage had been lost in the blizzard.
"Well; how are things going with you, young man?"
"Right enough. I"m tired and it"s about bed-time for me."
"Haven"t got House Bill Ninety-five in your pockets have you?" asked Thatcher with a grin. "A reporter for the "Advertiser" was in here looking for you a minute ago. He said your committee had taken a vote to-night and he wanted to know about it. Told him you"d gone home. Hope you appreciate that; I"m used to lying to reporters. You see, my son, I ain"t in that deal. You understand? That bill was fixed up in Chicago, and every corporation lawyer that does business in the old Hoosier State has his eye on it. I"m not asking any questions; Lord, no! It"s up to you. Grand party; that"s a nice girl of Ba.s.sett"s. My wagon here? All right. Good-night, Dan! Good-night, Ba.s.sett!"
Harwood turned and found himself face to face with Ba.s.sett, who was loitering aimlessly about the hall.
"Good-evening, sir," he said, and they shook hands mechanically.
"How are you? Party about over?"
"I should like to speak to you to-night, Mr. Ba.s.sett. It need take but a minute."
"Better now, if it"s important," replied Ba.s.sett carelessly.
"We voted on House Bill Ninety-five in committee to-night: the majority report will be against it."
"So? What was the matter with it?"
"It"s crooked, that"s all. I wouldn"t stand for it; two members were willing to support it, and there will be a minority report. It"s that same bill that was jumped on so hard at the last session, only it"s been given a fresh coat of paint."
"It seems to have taken you several weeks to find that out. There"s nothing wrong with that bill. It merely frames a natural and reasonable right into a statute. Those labor cranks at the State House have been trying to scare you."
"No, sir; that thing"s dead wrong! You not only know it"s wrong, but you misled me about it. That public benefit clause is put in there to throw dust in the eyes of the people; it makes possible the very combination and absorption of industries that the party is pledged to fight. I have bawled against those things in every county in Indiana!"
Ba.s.sett nodded, but showed no irritation. His manner irritated Harwood.
The younger man"s lips twitched slightly as he continued.
"And the fact that you were behind it has leaked out; the "Advertiser"
is on to it and is going to go after it to-morrow. House Bill Ninety-five is an outrage on the party honor and an affront to the intelligence of the people. And moreover your interest in having me made chairman of the committee that had to pa.s.s on it doesn"t look good."
"Well, sir, what are you going to do about it? I"m not particularly interested in that bill; but a lot of our friends are behind it, and we"ve got to take care of our friends," said Ba.s.sett, without raising his voice.
Their relations were practically at an end; and Ba.s.sett did not care.
But Dan felt the wrench; he felt it the more keenly because of Ba.s.sett"s impa.s.siveness at this moment of parting.
"You"ve been a kind friend to me, sir; you"ve--"
Ba.s.sett laid his hand with an abrupt gesture upon Harwood"s arm, and smiled a curious, mirthless smile.
"None of that! I told you, when the time came for you to go, you need shed no tears at the parting. Remember, you don"t owe me anything; we"re quits."
"I hoped you wouldn"t see it just this way; that you would realize the danger of that bill--to the party, to yourself!"
"You can score heavily by showing up the bill for what you think it is.
Go ahead; it"s your chance. I haven"t a word to say to you."
He folded his white gloves and put them away carefully in his breast pocket.
"Good-night, sir!"
"Good-night, Harwood!"
The dancing continued above. Mrs. Owen insisted on seeing her last guest depart, but begged Harwood to take Sylvia home at once. As they left a few minutes later Dan caught a glimpse of Ba.s.sett sitting alone in the smoking-room.
On the way to Elizabeth House Dan told Sylvia what had happened.
The carriage plunged roughly through the drifting snow. Sleet drove sharply against the windows.
"He lied to me about it; and I thought that with all his faults he would play square with me. The whole corporation lobby is back of the bill. I was stupid not to have seen it earlier; I"ve been a dull a.s.s about a lot of things. But it"s over now; I"m done with him."
"I"m glad--glad you met it squarely--and glad that you settled it quickly. I"m glad"--she repeated slowly--"but I"m sorry too."
"Sorry?"
"Oh, I"m so sorry for him!"
CHAPTER XXV
THE LADY OF THE DAGUERREOTYPE
"Daniel doesn"t seem to be coming," remarked Mrs. Owen. "He hardly ever misses a Sunday afternoon."
"He"s working hard. I had no idea legislators had to work so hard," said Sylvia.
They sat in Mrs. Owen"s office, which was cosier than the sitting-room, and the place where she seemed most comfortable. Since we looked at her desk last a file-hook has been added to its furniture, and on it hang impaled a few cuttings from agricultural newspapers. The content of these clippings will ultimately reach the "Courier"s" readers,--there is no doubt of that, as Mrs. Owen and Mr. Atwill now understand each other perfectly. It was the first Sunday in March and a bl.u.s.tery day, with rain and sleet alternating at the windows and an impudent wind whistling in the chimneys. Hickory logs snapped pleasantly in the small fireplace that was a feature of the room. Sylvia had dined with her friend, and the day being of the sort that encourages confidences, they had prolonged their talk.
"When did you see Daniel last?" asked Mrs. Owen casually.
"Last night," replied Sylvia, meeting her friend"s eyes easily. "He dropped in for a little while. He wanted to talk about his stand on that corporation bill."
"Well, he and Morton have broken up housekeeping. Daniel has climbed on to the other side of the breastworks."
Sylvia smiled. "Yes, that"s about it. But I think he has acted quite finely about it."
"You mean he didn"t jump on Morton as he might have done--didn"t make a grand stand play of it?"
"Yes; he might have made capital for himself out of the corporation bill, but he didn"t. He made his report without bringing personalities into it."
"And the bill was pa.s.sed over the governor"s veto! That was Morton"s way of showing that he didn"t need Daniel."
"Very likely. I"m rather glad it happened that way."