All through the Sunday night David had sat over in the editorial rooms of the _Journal_ beside Andrew Sevier, talking, writing and sometimes silent with unexpressed sympathy, for as the last sheets of his editorial work slipped through his fingers Andrew grew white and austere. Once for a half-hour they talked about his business affairs and he turned over a bundle of papers to David and discussed the investment of the money that had come from his heavy royalties for the play now running, and the thousands paid in advance for the new drama.
As David ran carefully through them to see that they were in order for him to handle, Andrew turned to his desk and wrote rapidly for some minutes, then sealed a letter and laid it aside. After he had read the last batch of proof from the composing-room he turned to David and with a quiet look handed him the letter which was directed to Caroline Darrah.
"If she ever finds out give her this letter, please. It will make her understand why I go, I hope. I can"t talk to you about it but I want to ask you, man to man, to look after her. Dave, I leave her to your care--and Phoebe"s." And his rich voice was composed into an utter sadness.
"The work here and the night are both over, let"s go down to headquarters," he added, and like two boys, with hands tight gripped, they pa.s.sed out into the winter street.
Down at the _Gray Picket_ they found some of David"s ardent supporters still fresh and enthusiastic though they had been making a night of it.
Soon waves of excitement were rising and falling all over the city and the streets were thronged with men from out through the county.
At an early hour heavy wagons moved with the measured tread of blind tigers and deposited blind tiger kittens, done up in innocent and deceptive looking crates, at numbers of discreet alley covers near the polls. At the machine headquarters rotund and blooming gentlemen grouped and dissolved and grouped again, during which process wads of greenbacks unrolled and flashed with insolent carelessness. The situation was and had been desperate and this last stand must be brought through for the whisky interest, come high as it would.
And so through the morning, delegations kept dropping in to David"s headquarters to keep up the spirits of the candidate and incidentally to have their own raised. There were ugly rumors coming from the polls. The police were machine instruments and the back door of every saloon in the city was wide open, while a repeating vote was plainly indicated by crowds of floaters who drifted from ward to ward. The faces of the bosses were discreetly radiant.
"Lord, David," groaned Cap Cantrell, "they"re turning loose kegs of boodle and barrels of booze--we"ll never beat "em in the world! They"ve got this city tied up and thrown to the dogs! What"s the use of--"
"David," exclaimed the major excitedly, "we"re in for a rally, and look at them!"
Down the street they came, the news kiddies, a hundred strong, led by Phoebe"s freckle-faced red-headed devil whose mouth stretched from ear to ear with a grin. They carried huge poster banners and their inscriptions were in a language of their own, emblazoned in ink-pot script.
"I LOVE MY DAVE--BUT JUMP!" meant much to them but failed to elucidate the fact that they were referring to the gift of a flatboat, canvased for a swimming booth which David had had moored at the foot of the bridge during the dog days of the previous summer so that they might have a joyous dip in the river between editions. He had gone down himself occasionally for a frolic with them and "Jump!" had been the signal for the push-off of any timid diver.
He shouted with glee when he read the skit--he was taking his high dive in life.
"RUN, DAVE, RUN--TIGER"S LOOSE--NIT!" was another witticism and a crooked pole bore aloft these words, "JUDGE DAVID KILDARE SOAKS OLD BOOZE THE FIRST ROUND!"
They lined up in front of the headquarters and gave a shrill cheer that made up in enthusiasm for what it lacked in volume. They took a few words of banter from the candidate in lieu of a speech and paraded off around the city, spending much time in front of the camp of the opposition and indulging in as much of derisive vituperation as they dared.
They were followed by another picturesque visitation. A dignified old colored man brought twenty pathetic little pickaninnies from the orphans"
home, to which, the men at headquarters learned for the first time, David Kildare had given the modest building that sheltered the waifs.
Decidedly, murder will out, and there come times when the left and right hands of a man are forced into confession to each other about their most secret actions. A political campaign is apt to bring such a situation into the lives of the aspiring candidates. The little c.o.o.ns set up a musical wail that pa.s.sed for a cheer and marched away munching the contents of a huge box of candy that Polly had sent down to headquarters the night before, such being her idea of a flagon with which to stay the courage of the contestants.
And through it all, the consultation of the leaders, the falling hopes of the poll scouts, the gradual depression that crept over the spirits of the major and Cap and the rest of his near supports, David was a solid tower of strength.
Then during the day the tension became tight and tighter, for how the fight was going exactly no one could tell and it seemed well-nigh impossible to stop the vote steal that was going on all over the city, protected by the organized government. Defeat seemed inevitable.
So at six o"clock the disgusted Cap picked up his hat and started home and to the astonishment of the whole headquarters David Kildare calmly rose and followed him without a word to the others, who failed to realize that he had deserted until he was entirely gone. Billy Bob looked dashed with amazement, Hobson sat down limply in the deserted chair, Tom whistled--but the major looked at them with a quizzical smile which was for a second reflected in Andrew Sevier"s face.
Phoebe sat in Milly"s little nursery in the failing winter light which was augmented by the glow from the fire of coals.
Little Billy Bob stood at her side within the circle of her arm, his head against her shoulder and his eyes wide with a delicious horror as he gazed upon a calico book whose pages were brilliant with the tragedy of the three bears, which she was reading very slowly and with many explanatory annotations. Crimie balanced himself against her knee and beat with a spoon against the back of the book and whooped up the situation in every bubbly way possible to his lack of cla.s.sified vocabulary. Milly and Mammy Betty were absorbed in the domestic regions so Phoebe had them all to herself--all four, for the twins lay cuddled asleep in their crib near by.
And though Phoebe had herself well in hand, her mind would wander occasionally from the history of the bruins to which Mistake patiently recalled her by a clamor for, "More, Phoebe, more."
In a hurried response to one of his goads she failed to hear a step in the hall for which she had been telling herself that she had not been listening for two hours or more, and David Kildare stood in the doorway, the firelight full on his face.
It was not a triumphant David with his judiciary honors full upon him and gubernational, senatorial, amba.s.sadorial and presidential astral shapes manifesting themselves in dim perspective; it was just old whimsical David, tender of smile and loving though bantering of eye, albeit a somewhat pale and exhausted edition.
"Phoebe," he said with a low laugh, "n.o.body wants Dave--for anything!"
And it was then that the fire that had been lighted in the heart of Phoebe in her night watch blazed up into her face as she held out her arms to him! And in the twinkle of a fire-spark David found himself on his knees, with Phoebe, the low chintz-covered chair and the two kiddies clasped to his heart.
For a glorious moment he held them all close and his head rested on Phoebe"s shoulder just opposite that of Mistake, while Crimie squirmed between them. Then he discovered that he was gazing under her chin into the wide-open, slightly resentful orbs of Big Brother, who eyed him a moment askance, then, feeling it time to a.s.sert himself, reached up and landed a plainly proprietary and challenging kiss against the corner of his lady"s mouth.
David laughed delightedly and embraced the trio with greater force as he said propitiatingly, "Good snugglings, isn"t it, old man?"
But at this exact moment Crimie took the situation into his own hands, slipped his cable, grabbed the book as he went and rolled over a couple of yards with a delighted giggle. Billy Bob, seeing his treasure captured, instantly followed and there forthwith ensued a tussle that was the height of delight to the two good-natured youngsters.
And Phoebe"s arms closed around David more closely as she held him embraced against her shoulder, her soft cheek on his.
"Dave," she whispered, "you know I really don"t care at all, don"t you?"
"What?" demanded David with alarm in his voice as he raised his head and looked at her in consternation.
"The election makes no--"
"Oh, _that_--I"d forgotten all about it! Don"t scare me like that any more, peach-bud, please," he besought and he took her chin in the hollow of his hand as she leant to him, her eyes looking into his, level and confident but glorious with bestowal. For a long minute he gazed straight into their dawn-gray depths then he said gently, the caress suspended:
"Woman, if you are ever going to take any of this back, do it now!"
"Never," she answered and clasped her hands against his breast.
"It"s still the loafer out of a job--just Dave-do-nothing," he insisted, a new dignity in his voice that stirred her pride.
"Please!" she closed her eyes as she entreated.
"It"s for a long time--_always_." His voice was heaven-sweet with its note of warning and he laid his other strong warm hand on her throat where a controlled sob made it pulse.
"I"m being very patient," she whispered and her lips quivered with a smile as two tears jeweled her black lashes.
But David had made his last stand--he folded her in, locked his heart and threw away the key.
"Love," he whispered after a long time, "I know this is just a dream--I"ve had "em for ten years--but don"t let anybody wake me!"
To which plea Phoebe was making the tenderest of responses, when the door burst open and Billy Bob shot into the room.
"Hip! hip!" he yelled at the top of his voice, "six hundred and ten plurality and all from the two c.o.o.n wards--count all in and verified--no difference now how the others go and--" He paused and the situation dawned upon him all in a heap as Phoebe hid her head against David"s collar. "Davie," he remarked in subdued tones, "you"re "lected, but I don"t s"pose you care!"
"Go away, Billy Bob, don"t you see I"m busy?" answered David as he rose to his feet, keeping Phoebe still embraced as she stood beside him.
"Jerusalem the Golden! Have you cornered heaven, David?" gasped Billy Bob again rising to the surface. "Help, somebody, help!" At which exact minute Mistake succeeded in dispossessing Crimie of the last tatters of the adventures of the bears and thus bringing down upon them all a tumult of distraction.
Billy Bob caught up the roarer and threw him almost up to the ceiling.
"Hurrah for Dave!" he said, and to the best of his ability Crimie "hurrahed" while Mistake joined in enthusiastically. The hubbub at last penetrated the slumbers of the twins, who added to the uproar to such an extent that Mammy Betty hurried to the scene of action and cleared the deck without further delay.
"And," continued Billy Bob to Milly and the pair of serene and only slightly attentive young people, "you should have seen Jeff, dressed in Dave"s last year frock coat and high hat, whizzing around the c.o.o.n haunts in Caroline"s gray car handing out invitations to the Chocolate Country Club jamboree! They put the bottle and the dimes completely out of business and he voted the whole gang straight. They tried hard to fix up the returns but Hob and I were at the count and we saw it clean. Holy smoke, what a sell for the machine! Slipped a cog on the n.i.g.g.e.r vote that they have handled for years!"
"And not a dollar spent!" said David with pride. Which goes to show that at times women keep their own counsels, for Phoebe ducked her head to hide a smile.