"Aye, in the way o" politeness!" He remembered that the politeness seemed too elaborate, too florid, altiloquent to the extent of insincerity. "To see her again is to love her the more," he insisted. "I have never been to Washington. Probably I"d be able to understand better the manners one is obliged to put on there, if I had been to Washington. I ought to have gone there on my vacation, instead of into the woods. I"m afraid I have been keeping in the woods too much!"
"But did she talk high and flighty to you, bairnie?"
"It meant nowt except it"s the way one must talk when great folks stand near to hear. The Governor was there!" he said, lamely.
"That was unco trouble to mak" for hersel" in the hearing o" that auld tyke whose tongue is as rough as his gruntle!"
"Still, he"s the Governor in spite of his phiz, and that shows her tact in getting on well with the dignitaries, Jeanie Mac Dougal, and you"re a woman and must praise the wit of the s.e.x. She has seen much. She has been obliged to do as the others do. But good wool is ne"er the waur for the finish of it! My faith is in her from what I know of the worth o" her in the old days. And now that she has seen, she can understand better. Yes, back here at home she"ll be able to understand better. Listen, Jeanie Mac Dougal!" He fumbled in his pocket. "Here"s a bit of a poem. I have loved it ever since she recited it at the festival when she was a little girl.
You have forgotten--I remember! And here"s one verse:
"And I think, in the lives of most women and men, There"s a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when To come back and be forgiven."
"But I would change it to read, "If only we all could find out when,"" he proceeded. "It wasn"t all her fault, mother. I was younger, then. I"m old enough now to be humble. She is home again, and I"m going to ask to be forgiven!"
Then the telephone-bell called.
He lifted her gently off his knee and stood up. "As to the lad who is here with his father! Gossip is playing all sorts of capers this day, wee mither! And do not be worried if gossip of another sort comes to you after I"m gone this evening. There may be matters in the city for me to attend to as mayor. If I"m not home you"ll know that I"m attending to them."
He went to the telephone, replied to an inquiring voice and listened intently, and then he a.s.sented with heartiness.
"It"s Blanchard of the Conawin Mills! He has a bit of business with me and offers to take me along with him to the reception. Tell Jock he"ll not have to bother with my car!" he said, coming to her where she waited at the door. She had picked up the slip of paper which he had dropped in his haste to attend to the telephone.
"I daured to peep at yer bit poem, Stewart, so that my ear might not seem to be put to o"erhearing your business discourse," she apologized, stanch in her adherence to the rules of the Morrisons. "And I"ll tell ye that Jeanie Mac Dougal says aye to one sentiment I hae found in it."
"Good! Read it aloud to me, that"s my own girlie!" He folded his arms and shut his eyes. She read in tones that thrilled with conviction:
"The world is filled with folly and sin And love must cling where it can, I say; For Beauty is easy enough to win, But one isn"t loved every day."
She tucked the paper into the fingers of his hand that lay lightly along his arm. He opened his eyes and gazed down into her straightforward ones.
"Whoever may be the la.s.s my bairnie loves will be honored by that love; aye, and sanctified by that love! And sic a la.s.s will deserve from Jeanie Mac Dougal a smile at our threshold and respect in our hame." She went away. Her eyes were dim with unshed tears; but she held her chin high and trailed her bit of a train with dignity.
Morrison folded the paper and put it away. He took a turn up and down the long room, confronting the portrait faces in turn. He eyed them as if he were approaching them on a matter where there now could be a better understanding than on the subject suggested by the slip of paper. "I don"t know whether Blanchard ought to be kicked or coddled," he confessed. "He"s a fair sample of the rest. They don"t kick so often in these days, Grands"r Angus, as you did in yours. On the other hand, Daddy David, there has been too much coddling in this country, lately, by the cowardice of men who ought to know better and the coddling has continued to the hurt of all of us!"
He sat down and looked at the clock; the face of that would, at least, tell him something definite: Blanchard said that he was talking from the club, around the corner, and would be along in five minutes.
And Blanchard arrived on time!
"I suppose I ought to be offended by what you said to me over the "phone to-day, Morrison. I was hurt, at any rate!"
"So was I!" retorted Stewart, promptly. "Hurt and offended, both! So we start from the scratch, neck and neck!"
"But why do you a.s.sume that att.i.tude on account of what I told you?"
"I was obliged to put questions to you in order to get the news that you propose to hitch up with a dominating water-power syndicate!"
"Only following out your proposition that we must get down to development in this state."
"The development is taking care of itself, Brother Blanchard. As chairman of the water-power commission, I shall submit my report to the incoming legislature. And in that report I propose to make conservation the corollary of development."
Blanchard blinked inquiringly. "What do you mean?"
"Why, I mean just this! Putting it in business terms, I propose to ask for legislation that will make the public the partners of the men who handle and control the water-power."
"I don"t know how you"re going about to do that in any sensible way,"
grumbled the other. "There have been a good many rumors about that forthcoming report of yours, Morrison. What"s the big notion in keeping it so secret?"
"I have been ordered to report to the legislature, Blanchard! I have prepared my case for that general court, and customary deference and common politeness in such matters oblige me to hold my mouth till I do report officially."
"Nothing to be hidden, then?" probed the magnate.
"Not a thing--not when the proper time comes!"
"But we have been left guessing--and I don"t like the sound of the rumors.
You must expect big interests to get an anchor out to windward. There"s no telling what a damphool legislature will do in case a theory is put up and there are no sensible business arguments to contradict it."
"As owners of water-power, Blanchard--you and I--let"s bring our business arguments into the open this year, in the committee-rooms and on the floor of the House and Senate, instead of in the buzzing-corners of the lobby or down in the hotel b.u.t.ton-holing boudoirs! Now we"ll get right down to cases! You have been leaving me out of your conferences ever since I refused to drop my coin into the usual pool to hire lobbyists. I take the stand that these times are more enlightened and that we can begin to trust the people"s business to the people"s general court in open sessions."
Blanchard showed the heat of a man whose conscience was not entirely comfortable. "Just what is this _people_ idea that you"re making so much of all of a sudden, Morrison? People as partners, people as judges--people--people--" Blanchard hitched over the word wrathfully.
"People be d.a.m.ned?" inquired Stewart, with a provocative grin.
"There"s too much of this soviet gabble loose these days. It all leads to the same thing, and you"ve got to choke it for the good of this government!"
"Right you are to a big extent, Blanchard! But just now we are talking of a vital problem in our own state and it has nothing to do with sovietism."
"But you spoke of making the people our partners!"
"I merely put the matter to you in a nutsh.e.l.l, for we"ll need to be moving on pretty quick!" He glanced at the clock. He threw off his jacket and pulled on his coat.
"Partners how?"
"It will be explained in my official report, as chairman of the power and storage commission."
"I don"t relish the rumors about what that report is likely to recommend."
"Rumors are prevalent, are they?"
"Prevalent, Morrison, and devilish pointed, too!"
"I suppose that"s why the old horned stags of the lobby are whetting their antlers," surmised Morrison, giving piquant emphasis to his remark by a gesture toward a caribou head, a trophy of his vacation chase. "I have heard a rumor, too, Blanchard. Are they going to introduce legislation to abolish my commission and turn the whole water-power matter over to the public utilities commission?"
Blanchard flushed and said he knew nothing about any such move.
"I"m sorry that syndicate isn"t taking you into their confidence,"
sympathized Morrison. "I know just how you feel. The boys who ought to train with me are not taking me into their conferences, either!"
"You spoke of coming down to cases!" snapped Blanchard, his uneasy conscience getting behind the mask of temper. "I don"t ask you to reveal any official report. But can you tell me what this "people-partners" thing is?"