Story by story the great building was flooded with glory that mounted to the upper windows and overflowed into the night with a veritable cascade of brilliancy when the thousand bulbs of the dome"s circlet flashed their splendor against the sky. The lamps of the broad front portico and its approaches added the final, dazzling touch to the general illumination.
From a sullen, gloomy hulk of a building, with its few lights showing like glowering eyes in ambush, the State House was transformed into a temple of glory, thrust into the heavens from the top of Capitol Hill, a torch that signaled comforting candor, a rea.s.suring beacon.
The surprise of the happening stilled the uproar.
Neither Morrison, inside, nor the mob, outside, was bothering with the mental a.n.a.lysis of the psychology of the thing!
Something had happened! There was The Light! It threw into sharp relief every upturned face in the ma.s.sed throng. Their voices remained hushed.
Commander Lanigan, standing above them on a marble rail, his figure outlined against a pergola column, did his best to put some of his emotions into speech. He shouted, "_Some_ night-blooming cereus, I"ll tell the world!"
The great doors swung open slowly. They remained open.
Now curiosity replaced astonishment and held the rioters in their tracks; their mouths were wide, the voices mute.
The mayor of Marion walked into view.
The columns of the _porte-cochere_ were supported on a broad base, and he climbed up and was elevated in the radiance high above their heads.
He smiled hospitably. "Boys, it"s open house, and the house is yours. Hope you like its looks! But what"s the big idea of the surprise party?"
No one took it on himself to reply. He waited tolerantly.
"Well, out with it!" he suggested.
Somebody with a raucous voice ventured. "You probably know what they"ve been trying to hide away from the people inside there. Suppose you do the talking."
"I"m not here to make a speech."
"Well, answer a question, then!" This was a shrill voice. "What about those soldiers and those machine-guns in there?"
"Not a word!"
With yells, oaths, and catcalls the crowd offered comment on that declaration.
His demeanor as a statue of patience was more effective than remonstrance in quieting them.
"Any other gentlemen wish to offer more remarks? Get it all out of you!"
He utilized the hush. "Boys, I"m going to give you something better than words. Hearing can"t always be trusted. But seeing is believing!"
He pulled a police whistle from his pocket and shrilled a signal.
For a time there was no answer or demonstration of any sort.
Then the tramp of marching feet was heard on the pavement of the square.
It was Marion"s police force, issuing from some point of mobilization near at hand; it was the force in full strength, led by the chief; he was in dress-parade garb and the radiance of the square was reflected in imposing high-lights by his gold braid.
The crowd was shaken by eddies and was convulsed by quickly formed vortices. Morrison was studying that mob with his keen gaze, watching the movements as they sufficed to reveal an expression of emotions.
"Hold on, boys! Don"t run away!" he counseled. "Wait for the big show! No arrests intended! Only cowards and guilty men will run!"
The light that was shed from the State House was pitilessly revealing; men could not hide their movements. Morrison reiterated his promise and dwelt hard on the "coward and guilty" part of his declaration.
The chief of police waved his hand and the crowd parted obediently and the officers marched up the lane, four abreast.
"Hold open that pa.s.sage as you stand, fellow-citizens!" the mayor commanded. "There"s more to this show! You haven"t seen all of it! Hold open, I tell you!"
Men whom he recognized as Lanigan"s Legion members were jumping in on the side-lines as the policemen pa.s.sed. With arms extended the veterans held back those whom Morrison"s commands were not restraining.
"That"s good team-work, Joe," Stewart informed Lanigan when the latter hurried past to take his place as a helper.
The advent of the police had provoked a flurry; their movements after their arrival caused a genuine surprise. They gave no indication of being interested in the crowd that was packed into Capitol Square. The ears of the mob were out for orders of dispersal! Eyes watched to see the officers post themselves and operate according to the usual routine in such matters.
But the policemen marched straight into the State House, preserving their solid formation.
The bugle sounded again within.
With a promptness that indicated a good understanding of the procedure to be followed, the St. Ronan"s Rifles came marching out.
Captain Sweetsir saluted smartly as he pa.s.sed the place where the mayor of Marion was perched.
"How about three cheers for the boys?" Morrison shouted. "What"s the matter with you down there?"
He led them off as cheer-leader. He marked the sullen groups, the voiceless malcontents as best he was able. The Legion boys were vehemently enthusiastic in their acclaim.
The guards marched briskly. The machine-guns clanged along the pavement, bringing up the rear.
"That"s all!" Stewart declared, when the soldiers were well on their way.
"Now you don"t need any words, do you? I"ll merely state that your State House is open to the people!"
"Like blazes it is," bawled somebody.
He pointed to the open doors, his reply to that challenge.
"How about those cops?" demanded somebody else.
"Your State House is open, I tell you. If you want to go in, go ahead.
It"s open for straight business, and it will stay open. There are no dark corners for dirty tricks or lying whispers. It"s your property. If there"s any whelp mean enough to damage his own property, he"ll be taken care of by a policeman. That"s why they"re in there. That"s what you"re paying taxes for, to have policemen who"ll take care of sneaks who can"t be made decent in any other way. Some other gentleman like to ask a question?"
Morrison realized that he had not won over the elements that were determined to make trouble. His searching eyes were marking the groups of the rebels.
He directed an accusatory finger at one man, a Marion politician.
"Matthewson, what"s on your mind? Don"t keep it all to yourself and those chaps you"re buzzing with!"
Matthewson, thus singled out, was embarra.s.sed and incensed at the same time. "What have they been trying to put over with that militia, anyway?"
"Put protection over state property because such mouths as yours have been making threats ever since election. But just as soon as it was realized that good citizens, like the most of these here, were misunderstanding the situation and were likely to be used as tools of gangsters, out went the militia! You saw it go, didn"t you?"