"I want to succeed," he said, "in order that I may teach the new doctrine of rights. I want to carry into the party I have joined the real democracy. I believe a new era has come in our party."
"I am afraid not," she said, looking at the fire. "I begin to believe that we must wait till a new party rises out of the needs of people, just as the old Free-soil Party rose to free the slaves. Don"t deceive yourself about your party in this State. It is after the offices, just the same as the party you have left. They juggle with the tariffs and the license question, because it helps them. They will drop any question and any man when they think they are going to lose by retaining him. They will drop you if you get too radical. I warn you!"
she said, looking up at him and smiling with a touch of bitterness in her smile; "I am dangerous. My counsel does not keep men in office. I belong to the minority. I am very dangerous."
"I"m not afraid," he said, thrilling with the intensity of his own voice. "I will trust human reason. I"m not afraid of you--I mean you can"t harm me by giving me new thoughts, and that"s what you"ve done ever since that day I heard you first at the picnic. You"ve helped me to get where I am."
"I have?" she asked, in surprise. His eyes fell before hers. "It will be strange if I have helped any one to political success."
Bradley was silent. How could he tell her what she had become to him?
How could he tell her that she was woven into the innermost mesh of his intellectual fibre.
"You"ve taught me to think," he said, at last. "You gave me my first ambition to do something."
"I am very glad," she replied, simply. "Sometimes I get discouraged. I speak and people applaud, and I go away, and that seems to be all there is to it. I never hear a word afterwards; but once in a while, some one comes to me or writes to me, as you have done, and that gives me courage to go on; otherwise I"d think people came to hear me simply to be amused."
She was looking straight into the fire; and the light, streaming up along her dress, transfigured her into something alien and unapproachable. The easy flex of her untrammelled waist was magnificent. She had the effect of a statue, draped and flooded with color.
Cargill"s penetrating voice cut through that sacred pause like the rasp of a saw file. He had been listening to his companion till he was full of rebellion. He was a bad listener.
"But what is success? Why, my dear young woman"--
"Don"t patronize us, please," Ida interposed. "I speak for poor Miss Ca.s.siday, because she"s too timid to rebel. Nothing angers me more than that tone. Call us comrades or friends, but don"t say "My dear young woman!"" She was smiling, but she was more than half in sober earnest.
Cargill bowed low, and proceeded with scowling brow and eyes half-closed and fixed obliquely upon Ida. "Dear comrades in life-battle, what is success? You remember the two lords in Lilliput who could leap the pack thread half its width higher?"
"Don"t drag Swift into our discussion," Ida cried. "Mr. Cargill"s a sort of American Swift," turning to Bradley. "Don"t let him spoil your splendid optimism. There is a kind of pessimism which is really optimism; that is to say, people who believe the imperfect and unjust can be improved upon. They are called pessimists because they dare to tell the truth about the present; but the pessimism of Mr. Cargill, I"m afraid, is the pessimism of personal failure."
There was a terrible truth in this, and it drove straight into Cargill"s heart. Bradley was pleased to see Ida dominate a man who was accustomed to master every one who came into his presence. There was a look on her face which meant battle. She did not change her att.i.tude of graceful repose, but her face grew stern and accusing. Cargill looked at her, wearing the same inscrutable expression of scowling attention; but a slow flush, rising to his face, showed that he had been struck hard.
There was a moment"s pause full of intense interest to Bradley. The combatants were dealing with each other oblivious of every one else.
"I admire you, friend Cargill," Ida went on, "but your att.i.tude is not right. Your influence upon young people is not good. You are always crying out against things, but you never try to help. What are you doing to help things?"
"Crying out against them," he replied, curtly.
Ida dropped her glance. "Yes, that"s so; I"ll admit that it has that effect, or it would if you didn"t talk of the hopelessness of trying to do anything. Don"t feel alarmed," she said, turning to the others, "Mr.
Cargill and I understand each other very well. We"ve known each other so long that we can afford to talk plain."
"This is the first time she ever let into me so directly," Cargill explained. "Understand we generally fight on literature, or music, or the woman question. This really is the first encounter on my personal influence. I"m going home to stanch my wounds." He rose, with a return to his usual manner.
Ida made no effort to detain them. "Come and see me again, Mr. Talcott, and don"t let Mr. Cargill spoil you."
After leaving the house, the two men walked on a block in silence, facing the wind, their overcoats drawn up about their ears.
"There"s a woman I like," Cargill said, when they turned a corner and were shielded from the bitter wind. "She can forget her s.e.x occasionally and become an intellect. Most women are morbid on their s.e.x. They can"t seem to escape it, as a man does part of the time. They can"t rise, as this woman does, into the s.e.xless region of affairs and of thought."
Bradley lacked the courage to ask him to speak lower, and he went on.
"She"s had suitors enough and flattery enough to turn her into a simpering fashion-plate; but you can not spoil brains. What the women want is not votes; it"s brains, and less morbid emotions."
"She"s a free woman?" said Bradley.
"Free! Yes, they"d all be free if they had her brains."
"I don"t know about that; conditions might still"--
"They"d make their own conditions."
"That"s true. It all comes back to a question of human thinking, doesn"t it?"
This seemed a good point to leave off the discussion, and they walked on mainly in silence, though two or three times during the walk Cargill broke out in admiration. "I never saw a woman grow as that woman has.
That"s the kind of a woman a man would never get tired of. I"ve never married," he went on, with a sort of confession, "because I knew perfectly well I"d get sick of my choice, but"--
He did not finish--it was hardly necessary; perhaps he felt he had gone too far. They said good-night at the door of the Windom, and Bradley went on up the avenue, his brain whirling with his new ideas and emotions.
Ida had rushed away again into the far distance. It was utter foolishness to think she could care for him. She was surrounded with brilliant and wealthy men, while he was a poor young lawyer in a little country town. He looked back upon the picture of himself sitting by her side, there in the light of the fire, with deepening bewilderment. He remembered the strange look upon her face as she rebuked Cargill. He wondered if she did not care for him.
XXII.
THE JUDGE PLANS A NEW CAMPAIGN.
The first three or four weeks of legislative life sickened and depressed Bradley. He learned in that time, not only to despise, but to loath some of the legislators. The stench of corruption got into his nostrils, and jovial vice pa.s.sed before his eyes. The duplicity, the monumental hypocrisy, of some of the leaders of legislation made him despair of humankind and to doubt the stability of the republic.
He was naturally a pure-minded, simple-hearted man, and when one of the leaders of the moral party of his State was dragged out of a low resort, drunk and disorderly, in company with a leader of the Senate, his heart failed him. He was ready to resign and go home.
Trades among the committees came obscurely to his ears; hints of jobs, getting each day more definite, reached him. Railway lobbyists swarmed about and began to lay their cajoling, persuasive hands upon members; and he could not laugh when the newspaper said, for a joke, that the absent-minded speaker called the House to order one morning by saying: "Agents of the K. C. & Q. will _please_ be in order." It seemed too near the simple fact to be funny. The School Book Lobby, the University Lobby, the Armour Lobby, each had its turn with him, through its smooth, convincing agent.
He reached his lowest deep one night after a conversation with Lloyd Smith, an ex-clerk, and a couple of young fellows who called upon him at his room. Lloyd noticed his gloomy face, and asked what the trouble was. He told them frankly that he was disgusted.
"Oh, you"ll get used to it!" the ex-clerk said. "When I first went into the House, I believed in honesty and sincerity, like yourself; but I came out of my term of office knowing the whole gang to be thieves. My experience taught me that legislators in America think it"s a Christian virtue to break into the government treasury."
The others broke out laughing, believing him to be joking; but there was a ferocious look on his face, and Bradley felt that he might be mistaken, but he was not joking.
"They stole stationery, spittoons, waste baskets, by G.o.d! They stole everything that was loose, and at the end of the term, they seemed to be looking around unsatisfied, and I told "em there was just one thing left--the gold leaf on the dome."
The others roared with laughter, and Bradley was forced to join in. But the face of the ex-clerk did not lose its dark intensity.
"Take salary grabbing. Why! they wanted me to certify to their demands for Sunday pay for themselves and their clerks, and I refused, and they were wild. I"m not an angel nor a Christian man, but I won"t sign my name to a lie, and blamed if they didn"t pa.s.s the order without my signature! Yes, sir; it"s there on the record.
"Take nepotism. The members bring their wives and daughters down here, put them in as pages and clerks, or divide the proceeds when they have no relatives. Every device, every imaginable chicanery, every possible scheme to break into the State money box, is legitimate in their eyes, and worthy of being patented. Public money is fair game; and yet," he said, with a change of manner, "we have the fairest, purest and most honorable legislators, take it as a whole, that there is in the United States, because our State is rural, and we"re comparatively free from liquor. Our legislature is a Sunday School, compared to the leprous rascals that swarm about the Capitol at Albany or Springfield."
"What is the cure?" asked Bradley, whose mind had been busy with the problem.
"G.o.d Almighty! there is no cure, except the abolition of government.
Government means that kind of thing. Look at it! Here we enthrone the hungry, vicious, uneducated mob of incapables, and then wonder why they steal, and gorge and riot like satyrs. The wonder is they don"t sc.r.a.pe the paint off the walls."