"What have I _done_ to _her?_" was perhaps the hottest cry of his soul, for the mystery was as great as the sting of it.
It was no balm upon that sting to see her pa.s.s him at the top of the outer steps, half an hour later, on the arm of that one of his colleagues who had been called the "best-dressed man in the Legislature." She swept by him without a sign, laughing that same laugh at some sally of her escort, and they got into the black automobile together and were whirled away and out of sight by the impa.s.sive bundle of furs that manipulated the wheel.
For the rest of that afternoon and the whole of that night no man, woman, or child heard the voice of Alonzo Rawson, for he spoke to none. He came not to the evening meal, nor was he seen by any who had his acquaintance. He entered his room at about midnight, and Trumbull was awakened by his neighbour"s overturning a chair. No match was struck, however, and Trumbull was relieved to think that the Senator from Stackpole intended going directly to bed without troubling to light the gas, and that his prayers would soon be over. Such was not the case, for no other sound came from the room, nor were Alonzo"s prayers uttered that night, though the unhappy statesman in the next apartment could not get to sleep for several hours on account of his nervous expectancy of them.
After this, as the day approached upon which hung the fate of the bill which Mr. Josephus Battle was fighting, Mrs. Protheroe came to the Senate Chamber nearly every morning and afternoon. Not once did she appear to be conscious of Alonzo Rawson"s presence, nor once did he allow his eyes to delay upon her, though it cannot be truthfully said that he did not always know when she came, when she left, and with whom she stood or sat or talked. He evaded all mention or discussion of the bill or of Mrs. Protheroe; avoided Truslow (who, strangely enough, was avoiding _him_) and, spending upon drains and dikes all the energy that he could manage to concentrate, burned the midnight oil and rubbed salt into his wounds to such marked effect that by the evening of the Governor"s Reception--upon the morning following which the mooted bill was to come up--he offered an impression so haggard and worn that an actor might have studied him for a makeup as a young statesman going into a decline.
Nevertheless, he dressed with great care and bitterness, and placed the fragrant blossom of a geranium--taken from a plant belonging to his landlady--in the lapel of his long coat before he set out.
And yet, when he came down the Governor"s broad stairs, and wandered through the big rooms, with the glare of lights above him and the shouting of the guests ringing in his ears, a sense of emptiness beset him; the crowded place seemed vacant and without meaning. Even the noise sounded hollow and remote--and why had he bothered about the geranium? He hated her and would never look at her again--but why was she not there?
By-and-by, he found himself standing against a wall, where he had been pushed by the press of people. He was wondering drearily what he was to do with a clean plate and a napkin which a courteous negro had handed him, half-an-hour earlier, when he felt a quick jerk at his sleeve. It was Truslow, who had worked his way along the wall and who now, standing on tiptoe, spoke rapidly but cautiously, close to his ear.
"Senator, be quick," he said sharply, at the same time alert to see that they were un.o.bserved. "Mrs. Protheroe wants to speak to you at once. You"ll find her near the big palms under the stairway in the hall."
He was gone--he had wormed his way half across the room--before the other, in his simple amazement could answer. When Alonzo at last found a word, it was only a monosyllable, which, with his accompanying action, left a matron of years, who was at that moment being pressed fondly to his side, in a state of mind almost as dumbfounded as his own. "_Here!_" was all he said as he pressed the plate and napkin into her hand and departed forcibly for the hall, leaving a spectacular wreckage of trains behind him.
The upward flight of the stairway left a s.p.a.ce underneath, upon which, as it was screened (save for a narrow entrance) by a thicket of palms, the crowd had not encroached. Here were placed a divan and a couple of chairs; there was shade from the glare of gas, and the light was dim and cool. Mrs. Protheroe had risen from the divan when Alonzo entered this grotto, and stood waiting for him.
He stopped in the green entrance-way with a quick exclamation.
She did not seem the same woman who had put such slights upon him, this tall, white vision of silk, with the summery scarf falling from her shoulders. His great wrath melted at the sight of her; the pain of his racked pride, which had been so hot in his breast, gave way to a species of fear. She seemed not a human being, but a bright spirit of beauty and goodness who stood before him, extending two fine arms to him in long, white gloves.
She left him to his trance for a moment, then seized both his hands in hers and cried to him in her rapturous, low voice: "Ah, Senator, you have come! I _knew_ you understood!"
"Yes ma"am," he whispered chokily.
She drew him to one of the chairs and sank gracefully down upon the divan near him.
"Mr. Truslow was so afraid you wouldn"t," she went on rapidly, "but I was sure. You see I didn"t want anybody to suspect that I had any influence with you. I didn"t want them to know, even, that I"d talked to you. It all came to me after the first day that we met. You see I"ve believed in you, in your power and in your reserve, from the first. I want all that you do to seem to come from yourself and not from me or any one else. Oh, I _believe_ in great, strong men who stand upon their own feet and conquer the world for themselves! That"s _your_ way, Senator Rawson. So, you see, as they think I"m lobbying for the bill, I wanted them to believe that your speech for it to-morrow comes from your own great, strong mind and heart and your sense of right, and not from any suggestion of mine."
"My speech!" he stammered.
"Oh, I know," she cried; "I know you think I don"t believe much in speeches, and I don"t ordinarily, but a few, simple, straightforward and vigorous words from you, to-morrow, may carry the bill through.
You"ve made such _progress_, you"ve been so _reserved_, that you"ll carry great weight--and there are three votes of the drains and dikes that are against us now, but will follow yours absolutely. Do you think I would have "cut" _you_ if it hadn"t been _best_?"
"But I--"
"Oh, I know you didn"t actually promise me to speak, that day. But I knew you would when the time came! I knew that a man of power goes over _all_ obstacles, once his sense of _right_ is aroused!
I _knew_--I never doubted it, that once _you_ felt a thing to be right you would strike for it, with all your great strength--at all costs--at all--"
"I can"t--I--I--can"t!" he whispered nervously. "Don"t you see--don"t you see--I--"
She leaned toward him, lifting her face close to his. She was so near him that the faint odour of her hair came to him again, and once more the unfortunate Senator from Stackpole risked a meeting of his eyes with hers, and saw the light shining far down in their depths.
At this moment the shadow of a portly man who was stroking his beard the wrong way projected itself upon them from the narrow, green entrance to the grotto. Neither of them perceived it.
Senator Josephus Battle pa.s.sed on, but when Alonzo Rawson emerged, a few moments later, he was pledged to utter a few simple, straightforward and vigorous words in favour of the bill. And--let the shame fall upon the head of the scribe who tells it--he had kissed Mrs. Protheroe!
The fight upon the "Sunday Baseball Bill," the next morning, was the warmest of that part of the session, though for a while the reporters were disappointed. They were waiting for Senator Battle, who was famous among them for the vituperative vigour of his attacks and for the kind of personalities which made valuable copy. And yet, until the debate was almost over, he contented himself with going quietly up and down the aisles, whispering to the occupants of the desks, and writing and sending a mult.i.tude of notes to his colleagues. Meanwhile, the orators upon both sides harangued their fellows, the lobby, the unpolitical audience, and the patient presiding officer to no effect, so far as votes went. The general impression was that the bill would pa.s.s.
Alonzo Rawson sat, bent over his desk, his eyes fixed with gentle steadiness upon Mrs. Protheroe, who occupied the chair wherein he had first seen her. A senator of the opposition was finishing his denunciation, when she turned and nodded almost imperceptibly to the young man.
He gave her one last look of pathetic tenderness and rose.
"The Senator from Stackpole!"
"I want," Alonzo began, in his big voice: "I want to say a few simple, straightforward but vigorous words about this bill. You may remember I spoke against it on its second reading--"
"You did _that_!" shouted Senator Battle suddenly.
"I want to say now," the Senator from Stackpole continued, "that at that time I hadn"t studied the subject sufficiently. I didn"t know the conditions of the case, nor the facts, but since then a great light has broke in upon me--"
"I should say it had! I saw it break!" was Senator Battle"s second violent interruption.
When order was restored, Alonzo, who had become very pale, summoned his voice again. "I think we"d ought to take into consideration that Sunday is the working-man"s only day of recreation and not drive him into low groggeries, but give him a chance in the open air to indulge his love of wholesome sport--"
"Such as the ancient Romans enjoyed!" interposed Battle vindictively.
"No, sir!" Alonzo wheeled upon him, stung to the quick. "Such a sport as free-born Americans and _only_ free-born Americans can play in this, wide world--the American game of baseball, in which no other nation of the _Earth_ is our equal!"
This was a point scored and the cheering lasted two minutes. Then the orator resumed:
"I say: "Give the working-man a chance!" Is his life a happy one? You know it ain"t! Give him his one day. _Don"t_ spoil it for him with your laws--he"s only got one! I"m not goin" to take up any more of your time, but if there"s anybody here who thinks my well-considered opinion worth following I say: "_Vote for this bill_." It is right and virtuous and enn.o.bling, and it ought to be pa.s.sed! I say: "_Vote for it_.""
The reporters decided that the Senator from Stackpole had "wakened things up." The gavel rapped a long time before the chamber quieted down, and when it did, Josephus Battle was on his feet and had obtained the recognition of the chair.
"I wish to say, right here," he began, with a rasping leisureliness, "that I hope no member of this honoured body will take my remarks as personal or unparliamentary--_but_"--he raised a big forefinger and shook it with menace at the presiding officer, at the same time suddenly lifting his voice to an unprintable shriek--"I say to _you_, sir, that the song of the siren has been _heard_ in the land, and the call of Delilah has been answered! When the Senator from Stackpole rose in this chamber, less than three weeks ago, and denounced this iniquitous measure, I heard him with pleasure--we _all_ heard him with pleasure--_and_ respect! In spite of his youth and the poor quality of his expression, _we_ listened to him. _We_ knew he was sencere! What has caused the change in him? What _has_, I ask? I shall not tell you, upon this floor, but I"ve taken mighty good care to let most of you know, during the morning, either by word of mouth or by _note_ of hand! Especially those of you of the drains and dikes and others who might follow this young Samson, whose locks have been sh.o.r.e! _I"ve_ told you all about that, and more--_I"ve_ told you the _inside_ history of some _facts_ about the bill that I will not make public, because I am too confident of our strength to defeat this devilish measure, and prefer to let our vote speak our opinion of it! Let me not detain you longer. _I_ thank you!"
Long before he had finished, the Senator from Stackpole was being held down in his chair by Truslow and several senators whose seats were adjacent; and the vote was taken amid an uproar of shouting and confusion. When the clerk managed to proclaim the result over all other noises, the bill was shown to be defeated and "killed," by a majority of five votes.
A few minutes later, Alonzo Rawson, his neckwear disordered and his face white with rage, stumbled out of the great doors upon the trail of Battle, who had quietly hurried away to his hotel for lunch as soon as he had voted.
The black automobile was vanishing round a corner. Truslow stood upon the edge of the pavement staring after it ruefully:
"Where is Mrs. Protheroe?" gasped the Senator from Stackpole.
"She"s gone," said the other.
"Gone where?"
"Gone back to Paris. She sails day after tomorrow. She just had time enough to catch her train for New York after waiting to hear how the vote went. She told me to tell you good-bye, and that she was sorry. Don"t stare at me Rawson! I guess we"re in the same boat!--Where are you going?" he finished abruptly.
Alonzo swung by him and started across the street. "To find Battle!"
the hoa.r.s.e answer came back.
The conquering Josephus was leaning meditatively upon the counter of the cigar-stand of his hotel when Alonzo found him. He took one look at the latter"s face and backed to the wall, tightening his grasp upon the heavy-headed ebony cane it was his habit to carry, a habit upon which he now congratulated himself.