Schlieffen and Schlozer never came within two blocks of the rally. Even so, the Socialists" shouts rose above the clatter of horses" hooves, the rattle of iron tires on paving, and the squeals and groans of axles needing grease. "Can you make out what they are saying, Your Excellency?" Schlieffen asked.
"I believe the cry is, "Justice!" "Schlozer clicked his tongue between his teeth. "If I were pet.i.tioning the Almighty, or even my government, I would sooner ask for mercy. But then, I am an old man, and well aware of how much I need it. Waving flags in the street is not an old man"s sport."
Because of the rally, they got to the Powel House fifteen minutes late. President Blaine brushed aside Kurd von Schlozer"s apologies. "Don"t trouble yourself about it, Your Excellency," Blaine said. "I want to tell you that I received yesterday a telegram from the U.S. minister in Berlin informing me that his talks with Chancellor Bismarck continue to go well, and that prospects look bright for increased cooperation in all spheres between our two great countries."
"I am delighted to hear this, Mr. President," Schlozer said, and Schlieffen nodded, knowing all spheres all spheres included the military. But the German minister looked grim as he continued, "I also received yesterday a telegram from Berlin, whose contents I wish to discuss with you now. I must tell you that the governments of Britain, France, and the Confederate States are most dissatisfied with the dilatory pace of negotiations with your government. Since Germany is neutral in this conflict, they have united in asking Chancellor Bismarck to make me the channel through which they express to you their dissatisfaction. If you refuse to meet their demands, I cannot answer for the consequences." included the military. But the German minister looked grim as he continued, "I also received yesterday a telegram from Berlin, whose contents I wish to discuss with you now. I must tell you that the governments of Britain, France, and the Confederate States are most dissatisfied with the dilatory pace of negotiations with your government. Since Germany is neutral in this conflict, they have united in asking Chancellor Bismarck to make me the channel through which they express to you their dissatisfaction. If you refuse to meet their demands, I cannot answer for the consequences."
Blaine flushed. His large, bulbous nose went redder than the rest of his face. "Their demands are outrageous, impossible!" he shouted, as if he were on the rostrum rather than sitting in his office. "How am I to yield so large a portion of my home state to the invaders? How am I to acquiesce in the Confederacy"s acquisition of lands to which that nation has no right?"
"If you had yielded Sonora and Chihuahua before, you would not now the loss of part of Maine face," Schlieffen said. "You have lost the war. "Vae victis," "Vae victis," as Brennus the Gaul said to the Romans he had beaten." as Brennus the Gaul said to the Romans he had beaten."
Blaine glared at him. "The Romans ended up whipping the Gauls, so that "Woe to the conquered" applied to the conquerors. We can fight on, too."
Sadly, Schlieffen shook his head. "No, Your Excellency, not in this war. You are defeated."
Kurd von Schlozer said, "The reason we were tardy, Mr. President, was the large Socialists demonstration that forced traffic to make a detour around it."
Blaine"s complexion darkened once more. "Socialists!" he said, as if p.r.o.nouncing an obscenity. "Most of them are traitors to the Republican Party, nothing else."
"As may be," Schlozer said. "Would you not agree, though, that they leave your own political future more ... uncertain than it was before the schism in your party took place?"
Now Blaine had heard blunt talk from both the German attache and the German minister. "You tread close to the edge, sir," he growled. Schlozer sat impa.s.sive, waiting for a more responsive answer. At last, obviously hating every word, Blaine said, "You may be right."
That was the response for which Schlozer had waited. "Being now without hope and so without fear, Your Excellency, can you not act as a disinterested statesman and serve with a whole heart the needs of your country? You have the chance, Mr. President, and a rare chance it is for an elected official, to do just that without considering your own future political advantage, for you can have none."
Had Blaine not been in the room, Schlieffen might have smiled. Schlozer could not have urged a more sensible, more logical course on the president of the United States. The only question remaining was whether sense and logic could still reach James G. Blaine.
Schlieffen added a few words of his own: "If you do not do this, Your Excellency, your country will only suffer more. In your heart, you must know this is so."
Again, Blaine stayed silent a long time. At last, very low, he repeated, "You may be right." He let out a long, shuddering sigh. "Making peace with the enemies of my country is like looking into my open grave. But, as you say, I am already dead, so what does it matter how I am buried?"
"Think of your country," Schlozer said.
"Think of the future, and what your country and mine may do there," Schlieffen said. Slowly, Blaine nodded.
Philander Snow spat a brown stream into a drift of the stuff whose name he bore. Theodore Roosevelt had changed the calendar from March to April a couple of days before. He"d seen spring snow in New York State; seeing it in Montana Territory did not delight him, but it did not surprise him, either.
His mind had a way of running toward what would be. "We"ve got to plant as soon as we can, Phil," he said. "We shan"t have a long growing season-we never do, not here, but it will be even shorter this year. Everything must be in readiness to move the moment conditions permit."
Snow spat again. "It will be, Colonel." He"d taken to calling Roosevelt that since his boss" return from commanding the Unauthorized Regiment. Having been mustered out of the U.S. Army, Roosevelt no longer had any formal right to the t.i.tle. The next time he corrected the ranch hand about it would be the first.
"That"s good, Phil. That"s what I want to hear," he said, now, adding, for about the hundredth time, "I know I can rely on you. If I"d ever had any doubts-which I haven"t-the way you and the rest of the hands who didn"t join my regiment brought in the harvest last fall would have shot them right between the eyes."
"That"s white of you, Colonel. We reckoned it was the least we could do, seein" how you and the Unauthorized Regiment was doin" everything you could to keep them G.o.dd.a.m.n English b.a.s.t.a.r.ds from comin" down and burnin" us out." Snow loosed yet another stream of tobacco juice. "Ask you somethin"?"
"You may ask," Roosevelt said. "I don"t promise to answer."
"Fair enough." Snow nodded. "All kinds of talk been goin" around about how you"ll up and sell this here ranch and go back to New York to do some politicking there. Is it so, or is it a pile of humbug?"
"I"d love to go back to New York and politic there," Roosevelt answered. "The only trouble with the notion is that, in order to run for the State a.s.sembly, I must have attained the twenty-fifth year of my age. I am old enough to have fought for my country and to have commanded men in battle, but not old enough to help legislate for my state."
"Plumb crazy, you ask me," Philander Snow opined. ""Course, n.o.body asked me."
"Crazy it may be," Roosevelt said. "The law of the state it is. And so I shall stay here in Montana Territory, here on the ranch, a while longer, at any rate." He did his best to speak lightly, as if that mattered to him only a little. Inside, he seethed with worry lest the fickle populace forget him before he reached the age where he could offer himself for approval.
"Well, I"m powerful glad to hear that," Snow said. "Powerful glad. I"ve been pleased with my situation here, and I"d hate to have to go looking for another one on account of you was sellin" the place for no better reason than to go back East and tell lies to people the rest of your days."
"Is that what politics means to you?" Roosevelt demanded. The ranch hand nodded without hesitation. Roosevelt"s sigh loosed a cloud of steam into the chilly air. "I give you my solemn word: I shall always tell the truth to the people."
"I"ve heard a lot of people say that." Snow spoke in ruminative tones. "Maybe you"re telling the truth, Colonel. I hope to Jesus you are, matter of fact. But it wouldn"t startle me out of my stockings if I found out you wasn"t."
"I shall always tell the truth to the people," Roosevelt repeated. "Always. Do not doubt me on this, Phil; I mean every word I say. You are right when you a.s.sert that the American people have already heard too many lies."
Snow c.o.c.ked his head to one side and studied Roosevelt for a while before saying, "It"s a young man"s promise, Colonel. Maybe there"s a reason a fellow has got to be twenty-five before he can run after all. You get older, you figure out there"s a deal of gray between black and white."
"A man who will see gray once will see gray all the time." Theodore Roosevelt scornfully tossed his head. "A man who sees gray will never see black, nor white either, even when they are there. That, I think, defines your run-of-the-mill politician to a T. I may be a politician one day-I would would be lying if I said I didn"t fancy the notion-but, whatever else history may record of me, it shall never say I was run-of-the-mill." be lying if I said I didn"t fancy the notion-but, whatever else history may record of me, it shall never say I was run-of-the-mill."
Philander Snow gave him another measuring appraisal, punctuating it by putting another brown spot in the white by his feet. "I don"t reckon anyone will call you that. Some other things, maybe, but not that one there."
"I hope no one does," Roosevelt said. "Even those who were great in their time are so easily forgotten. Who now recalls the deeds of Lysander the Spartan or Frederick Barbarossa?"
"Not me, that"s for d.a.m.n sure," Snow said at once.
"Just so," Roosevelt said. "Just so. I want my name to live live, to be a possession for all time." Phil wouldn"t have heard of Thucydides, either, so Roosevelt didn"t bother explaining where he"d got that last phrase. But, even if the ranch hand hadn"t heard of him, a lot of what the Greek historian had to say about the war between Athens and Sparta in the fifth century before Christ could as readily have been written about the modern struggles between the USA and the CSA. Just as Sparta had got aid from rich Persia against Athens, which otherwise was probably the stronger, so the Confederate States had used help from England and France to put down the United States, which alone was the larger, richer, and more populous of the two.
Snow said, "Good shootin" the breeze with you, boss. I"m headin" off to check on the stock." He trudged down toward the barn, his boots crunching as each step broke the crust on the latest snowfall.
Roosevelt went inside to catch up on the bookkeeping. No sooner had he got to work than dark clouds rolled across the sun. He lighted a lamp in the study. A few minutes later, it went dry, filling the room with the stink of kerosene. When he went to put more into it, he discovered the ranch house was almost out.
He went to the door and shouted for Philander Snow. Eventually, Snow stuck his head out of the barn. When Roosevelt asked him if there was any kerosene in there, the ranch hand answered, "Sure as h.e.l.l ain"t. We should have bought some the last time the Handbasket went down to Helena, only we forgot."
"d.a.m.nation," Roosevelt muttered. "None in the hands" quarter, either?"
"Sure as h.e.l.l ain"t," Snow repeated. "Oh, maybe enough for a day or two, you spread it out amongst there and the barn and the ranch house. But maybe not even that much, neither."
"d.a.m.nation," Roosevelt said again. Then he brightened. "Well, hitch up the horses to the Handbasket. We"ll just have to go down to Helena again and get some." Any excuse to get into town, even his own absentmindedness, was a good one as far as he was concerned. Here on the ranch, he was feeling isolated again. The year before, he"d been part of great events. Now, unless he went down to Helena, he didn"t even know about them till long after they happened-not till someone chanced to bring word up to the ranch.
Thinking along with him, Snow said, "We got the chance to find out what in h.e.l.l"s gone wrong the past few days. Swear to Jesus, sometimes I laugh till I"m like to bust, listenin" to you cuss old Blaine and the Socialists and whoever else you ain"t feelin" happy about of a mornin"."
"I"m so glad I amuse you," Roosevelt said. "I wish I amused myself. You do know that what you"re laughing about is the humiliation of the United States?"
"Oh, no, Colonel-what I"m laughin" about is you cussin" the humiliation of the United States," Snow said, a distinction a Jesuit might have envied. Before Roosevelt could remark on it, the hand went back into the barn, presumably to hitch the horses to the farm wagon. When he brought the wagon out, he gave Roosevelt a wistful look. "Don"t suppose you"d want some company on the way down to Helena?"
"I alone committed the sin of omission," Roosevelt answered. "I alone shall atone for it." Philander Snow let out a gusty sigh. He"d done his best to get out of several hours" work: done his best and failed, in which he resembled his country. Having failed, he went back to the unending ch.o.r.es that bulked so large in farm life.
Roosevelt rattled down the road by himself. In the back of the wagon, the five-gallon milk cans in which he"d bring back the lamp oil did considerable rattling of their own. They had KEROSENE KEROSENEpainted on them in big red letters, to make sure no milk went into them by mistake.
With snow on it, the ground was still hard. Before long, the snow would melt, and everything would turn to mud. Getting to Helena through the resulting mora.s.s was liable to be an all-day job, as opposed to a couple of hours each way.
A horseman came up the road toward Roosevelt. As the fellow trotted past, he took off his hat and waved it, saying, "Good day to you, Colonel."
"And to you, Magnussen," Roosevelt answered. "You look well. How"s that leg of yours feeling? I remember your captain saying you fought bravely."
"Oh, thank you, Colonel." The former trooper of the Unauthorized Regiment blushed like a girl. "The leg is good. How do you recall all your men, and who got hit in the leg, and who in the arm, and so on?"
"How? You just do it." Roosevelt saw nothing out of the ordinary in carrying a flock of details in his head. "It"s no harder than memorizing the multiplication table-easier, for men have faces and voices, and numbers don"t."
Magnussen laughed. "Easier for you, maybe, Colonel, but not for the likes of me." He lifted his hat again, then rode on.
"A man can do anything he sets his mind on doing," Roosevelt called after him. Magnussen gave no sign that he"d heard, though he wasn"t out of earshot. Roosevelt shrugged. Too many men would not set their minds on anything worth doing. That, to him, was why they did not succeed. He loosed an angry snort at the absurdity of Abraham Lincoln"s Socialist notions.
When he got to Helena, he took some little while reaching the general store. Men who"d served in the Unauthorized Regiment were thick on the ground in the territorial capital. If Roosevelt had taken all of them up on the drinks they wanted to buy him, he would have forgotten his name, let alone such minutiae as where he lived and what he"d come into town to buy.
He filled the milk cans from the big wooden barrel behind the counter at the store. The proprietor, a big redhead named Mc-Namara, said, "I reckoned you was runnin" low last time you was in, Colonel, but you always know your own business so good, figured I was crazy myself."
"Even Jove nods," Roosevelt said, which meant nothing to the storekeeper. Grunting, Roosevelt carried the full milk cans out to the wagon. He turned down another drink while he was doing that.
Virtue unalloyed would have sent him straight back to the ranch. His virtue turned out not to be quite free of admixture. Instead of riding out of town with the kerosene, he went over to the offices of the Helena Gazette Helena Gazette. As usual, a crowd had gathered in front of the building to read the newspaper on display under gla.s.s.
Roosevelt hitched the wagon and started working his way through the crowd toward the paper. He didn"t worry about the kerosene; n.o.body could inconspicuously amble off with a five-gallon milk can full of the stuff. Men made way for him, so he got to the Gazette Gazette far sooner than he would have before he"d recruited the Unauthorized Regiment. They reached out to shake his hand or slap him on the back. If Helena had anything to say about it, he could have been elected president tomorrow. far sooner than he would have before he"d recruited the Unauthorized Regiment. They reached out to shake his hand or slap him on the back. If Helena had anything to say about it, he could have been elected president tomorrow.
What he read, though, made him grind his teeth. "The arrogance of our enemies!" he burst out. "But for Maine, they hold not a single square inch of our sacred soil, yet they presume to order us around as if we were beasts of burden."
"What are we going to do to them?" somebody asked. "What can can we do to them? We"re too busy squabbling among ourselves to hurt anybody else." He pointed to a story about a Socialist parade in Boston that had got out of hand. The police had opened fire, and four were dead, including one policeman. we do to them? We"re too busy squabbling among ourselves to hurt anybody else." He pointed to a story about a Socialist parade in Boston that had got out of hand. The police had opened fire, and four were dead, including one policeman. Red is the color of the blood of martyrs Red is the color of the blood of martyrs, a Socialist spokesman was quoted as saying.
"To h.e.l.l with Abraham Lincoln," Roosevelt ground out. "Custer was right-Pope should have hanged him while he had him under lock and key in Utah Territory. He"s ten times as much trouble as all the Mormons and all their wives put together." He heard himself in some surprise; he hadn"t thought he might agree with Custer on anything.
About half the crowd in front of the copy of the Gazette Gazette loudly approved his words. The other half-miners, mostly-as loudly told him where to go and how to get there. Helena, he remembered, had broken out in riots after one of Lincoln"s speeches, while Great Falls had stayed calm. To a man who had nothing to offer but the sweat of his brow, cla.s.s warfare was a seductive strumpet indeed. loudly approved his words. The other half-miners, mostly-as loudly told him where to go and how to get there. Helena, he remembered, had broken out in riots after one of Lincoln"s speeches, while Great Falls had stayed calm. To a man who had nothing to offer but the sweat of his brow, cla.s.s warfare was a seductive strumpet indeed.
"I don"t think Lincoln"s is the best way for the working men of this country to get a square deal," he said, sticking out his chin. "And besides, if we fight one another, who wins? Do the capitalists win? Do the workers win? Not a chance in h.e.l.l, either way. I"ll tell you who wins: the British and the French and the Confederates. n.o.body else."
That got him a thoughtful silence. He was happy enough to gain even so much; he"d been wondering whether Helena would erupt again on account of him. He knew where the Gatling guns were. Colonel Welton had kept most of them even after Custer returned to Kansas. They were the most telling argument yet prepared against the rise of Socialism.
But then a miner said, "Colonel, you can talk about winners and losers as much as you like-when you"re one of the winners. When you"re putting in twelve, fourteen hours underground six days a week and you don"t make enough to feed yourself, let alone your wife and children, well, h.e.l.l, you"ve already lost. How are you worse off then if you try and do something different? What can you throw away that ain"t already gone?"
The miner drew applause from people who had booed Roosevelt; those who had agreed with him stood silent, waiting to hear what he would say. He picked his words with care: "Do you want to burn down the timbers that are holding up the roof of the tunnel? That"s what Red revolution means. If you want to sh.o.r.e up the roof so it doesn"t come down on your head, peaceably pet.i.tion the government for redress of grievances."
"And a h.e.l.l of a lot of good that"ll do," the miner said. "They only listen to the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds with money."
"No," Roosevelt said. "They listen to the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds with votes. And you mark my words, sir: they will go a h.e.l.l of a long way to keep the revolution from coming. A man will do a great many startling things if all his other choices look worse. On that you may rely."
"Lincoln said the same d.a.m.n thing, and you were going on about hanging him," the miner said.
"Lincoln pays lip service to peaceable redress, but he doesn"t believe in it," Roosevelt said. "I do."
The miner looked him up and down. "You don"t mind me saying so, there"s a h.e.l.l of a lot of difference between what some pup who was a cavalry colonel for a little while thinks and what goes through the head of a fellow who was president of the United States and who"s been trying to help the little fellow, the laboring man, his whole life long."
Some little pup who was a cavalry colonel for a little while. A flush heated Roosevelt"s cheeks and turned his ears to fire. Now he knew what came after hero: has-been. Savagely, he said, "Lincoln is the past. I am the future. And Socialism, sir, Socialism is the road to ruin." flush heated Roosevelt"s cheeks and turned his ears to fire. Now he knew what came after hero: has-been. Savagely, he said, "Lincoln is the past. I am the future. And Socialism, sir, Socialism is the road to ruin."
If he impressed the miner, the man-who had to be at least twice his age-did not show it. "Talk is cheap," he said. "You get to be as old as Lincoln is nowadays, you look back and see what you"ve done, see if you measure up. You ask me, it ain"t likely."
"I will take that wager, and I will take that chance," Theodore Roosevelt said. "And there is one thing Lincoln has done that I swear before almighty G.o.d I shall never do."
"Yeah?" The miner laughed. "What is it?"
"If the chance should come my way to fight the Confederate States of America, I shall never lose a war to them," Roosevelt promised. The miner laughed again. Roosevelt didn"t care.
General Thomas Jackson had just finished the last piece of fried chicken on his plate and was wiping his fingers when someone knocked on the door of his Richmond house. "Who could that be?" his wife said in some annoyance. "I had looked for a quiet evening at home. Since the war took you away from your family for so long, I think I am ent.i.tled to look for a few quiet evenings at home with you."
"Let us hope it is some traveler who has lost his way and seeks directions, then," Jackson said. "But if it is not, Mary, that too is as G.o.d wills."
Cyrus, the butler, came into the dining room. "General Jackson, suh, Senator Hampton say he wish to have a word with you," the slave reported.
"Hampton?" Jackson"s eyebrows rose. So did he. "Of course I"ll see him. You"ve put him in the parlor?" Cyrus nodded. Jackson headed in that direction. "I wonder what on earth he can want with me, though."
When he went into the parlor, Wade Hampton III rose from a sofa to shake his hand. The senator from South Carolina was five or six years older than Jackson, portly but erect, balding, with a neat beard once brown but now mostly gray and splendid mustachios. He and Jackson had known each other for twenty years, since the days when the former planter commanded a cavalry brigade under Jeb Stuart.
After the greetings were done, after Hampton had declined food and drink, the South Carolinian closed both doors into the parlor, having first looked up and down each hallway to ensure that no one lurked nearby. That bit of melodrama accomplished, he said, "I must have your word, General, that, come what may, what we say and do here tonight shall remain solely between the two of us."
"Well, sir, that depends," Jackson said. "If you are contemplating treason against the government of the Confederate States, I"m afraid I cannot help you."
He"d meant it for a joke, a piece of light badinage. The last thing he expected was for Wade Hampton to look as if he"d just taken a gunshot wound. Slowly, Hampton said, "Treason against the government of the Confederate States is not the same as treason against the Confederate States. Of this I am convinced down to the bottom of my soul. If you disagree, tell me at once, and I shall bid you a good evening and beg your pardon for having disturbed you."
"You had better tell me more," Jackson said, also slowly. "I must confess, I have not the faintest idea of what you are talking about. Do you believe that I, in my recent conversation with General Rosecrans and Mr. Hay, am somehow betraying our country? If so, sir, we would be wiser to continue this conversation through our friends." Dueling had been illegal in Virginia for many years. From time to time, though, gentlemen still traded fire on the field of honor.
But Hampton hastily held up a hand. "By no means!" he exclaimed. "You do not tarnish the honor of the Confederacy; your every action brightens it. Would to G.o.d others might say the same instead of trampling our beloved Const.i.tution in the dust."
"Take a seat, sir; take a seat," Jackson urged. After Hampton sat, so did the Confederate general-in-chief, on a cane-backed chair well suited to his rigid posture. "You still have the advantage of me, for I know of no plots brewing against our government."
"You have a sizable army in northern Virginia, ready to compel the Yankees to obedience," Hampton said. After Jackson nodded, the senator went on, "I trust the men would also obey you if you called on them to preserve our republic from those who would destroy the principles on which it was founded."
"Speak your mind, if that is what you came for," Jackson said. Wade Hampton did nothing of the sort, but sat mute. Jackson"s bushy eyebrows came down low over his eyes. The scowl that made soldiers quail had no effect on the senator. Sighing, Jackson did something out of the ordinary for him: he gave ground. "Very well-you have my promise."
"I knew you were a true patriot," Hampton breathed. "Here, then: I shall ask my question, which is this-if you order your men to defend the Const.i.tution of the Confederate States, will they move against the men here in Richmond who set it at naught?"
When Hampton spoke of setting an army in motion against Richmond, that was was liable to be treason, though Jackson could not imagine his old comrade-in-arms disloyal to the CSA. "From whom, in your view, does the Const.i.tution want defending?" he asked. liable to be treason, though Jackson could not imagine his old comrade-in-arms disloyal to the CSA. "From whom, in your view, does the Const.i.tution want defending?" he asked.
And, at last, the senator from South Carolina brought his fear and anger out into the light: "From President Longstreet, General, and from any other man who would tamper with the structure of society we have so long maintained in our beloved nation."
"Ahh." Jackson let out a long exhalation. "You oppose him because he intends to manumit the Negro."
"Of course I do," Hampton said. "What right-thinking white man in this country does not? My home state was first to leave the USA because of the federal government"s continued interference with slavery, as our ordinance of secession clearly shows. Shall we tolerate from Richmond the tyranny that led us to break with Washington?"
Jackson sighed again, this time with deep regret. "I am afraid we shall, Senator," he said. Hampton stared at him. He went on, "The president has persuaded me that his policy is in the best interest of our country. If not for the intervention of Britain and France, we might well have failed in the War of Secession. If not for their intervention, we should have had a far more difficult time in this war. If we forfeit their support by maintaining an inst.i.tution they despise, how shall we fare against the Yankees the next time we have to face them?"
"We"ll lick "em, of course," Wade Hampton III replied at once. "We always have. We always will."
"I wish I shared your certainty," Jackson said. "From the bottom of my heart, I wish I shared your certainty. But I do not. I cannot. Since I do not and cannot, and since I know the president purposes giving the Negro the name of freedom but not much of the thing itself, I am willing to suspend my disagreement with him on this matter and to believe him better acquainted with what will best serve us than I am myself."