But others were abroad, too. Attorney Toole, watching the editor, had seen him enter the cobbler-car and leave it again, and he easily guessed the object of the editor"s visit. He, too, went to see St.i.tz, and had a long and confidential talk with him, first frightening him until he was in a collapse, and then offering him immunity and safety, and at length leaving him in a perspiration of grat.i.tude. He held up to him a vision of the penitentiary as the reward of grafting, and when the mayor was sufficiently wilted, rebraced him by promising to defend him, whatever happened, and finally restored him to complacency by showing him that the transaction was not graft at all. When he parted from the mayor, that official was, as opposition papers put it, "a creature of the attorney"s."
The attorney found Skinner in his butcher-shop surrounded by a group of friends, to whom he was relating a story of how he had been attacked by the Colonel, and what would have happened to the Colonel if intervention had not come just when it did. Toole entered briskly and pushed his way through the group to where the butcher stood.
"Skinner," he said, "I want half a dozen words with you, at once," and his manner was enough to silence the butcher. Skinner led the way to the back room where the sausage machine made its home, and Toole carefully closed the door.
"Now," he said, taking the butcher by the shirtsleeve," you have had a taste of what comes of taking the political lead away from the party to which it rightly belongs. You have had an experience of what happens when people who know nothing about politics meddle with thing that the natural political leaders should be left to handle. You have been choked, and you have been cheated, and you deserve to be kicked. You pay money to this editor her in town, for an advertis.e.m.e.nt that you know does you no good, and in return he prints an article to make you laughed at. You form a combination with Guthrie to put in outsiders instead of good party men, and Guthrie uses his pull to have an ordinance pa.s.sed to make you spend money for fire-extinguishers. You elect a mayor, by your influence as a leading citizen, and he takes a bribe from Guthrie, and pa.s.ses an ordinance to rob you. And you, like a fool, let him do it. And you let Guthrie, that he may stand in solidly with the very woman you have your eye on, sell you--what? Fire-extinguishers? Not much! Not fire-extinguishers at all, but useless, no-account lung-testers!
Lung-testers, that he makes you pay one hundred dollars for, and that you will have to throw away. That is what they are, lung-testers, and you can pocket a loss of one hundred dollars, and buy four real fire-extinguishers now, as the ordinance tells you, and makes you!"
The butcher"s mouth opened and his eyes stared. He felt weakly behind him for the edge of the table, pawing uncertainly in the air.
"That"s all I have to say to YOU," said the attorney. "If you like that kind of thing, you are welcome. If you are willing to be cheated it is nothing to me. I don"t say T. J. Jones set them up to doing all this, just to throw down your Citizen"s Party, but you can see in the TIMES who printed the whole thing. If you like to have that kind of man run your only public journal it is no business of mine, but look out for the next TIMES!"
The butcher had found the edge of the table and was leaning back against it. The attorney paused with his hand on the door.
"You ought to be able to make the Colonel pay you back that hundred dollars," he said. "It looks as if he had obtained money under false pretenses and given a bribe. But if you don"t care, I don"t," and he went out.
Outside of the butcher shop the attorney stopped and looked up and down the street, smiling. He felt that he had done well, so far, setting both the mayor and Skinner against the editor, making a tool of the mayor, and inflaming the butcher against the Colonel. He would have liked to go to the Colonel and set him against the editor and Skinner, but he neither dared nor felt it really necessary. If Skinner attempted to make the Colonel take back the lung-testers the ill feeling between the two would be sufficiently emphasized, and no doubt the Colonel had sufficient reason, in the publication of the article, to hate the editor.
Horsewhipped! His face reddened as he thought of it, but he was too polite to consider a revenge of fists, which would not lessen the insult of the whipping he had received, but would only add the stigma of attacking an older man. That he had led the Colonel into the affair, putting him up to it, did not strike him as being any excuse for the Colonel. He felt that he had done only what he was ent.i.tled to do in the pursuit of political leadership. He would revenge himself on the Colonel later. A suit for damages for a.s.sault, timed to precede the next election, would be both revenge and politics. He could, at the moment, think of nothing else to do to undermine his opponents, and he had turned toward his office when a fresh idea occurred to him. Should Miss Sally take back the lung-testers, where then would his case stand?
Guthrie would return the hundred dollars to Skinner. Skinner was fool enough to be satisfied with that, and Kilo, like many other towns, not wishing to besmirch herself, would hush up the whole affair. Miss Sally must not take back the lung-testers.
The attorney swung around and walked briskly toward Miss Sally"s home, tossing tumultuously in his mind the events of the day, his plans and what he would say to Miss Sally. As he turned in at the gate he saw Mrs. Smith and Susan sitting on the porch, and he took off his hat, and walked smilingly up to them.
"Miss Sally in?" he asked, after the customary greetings. "I would like to speak to her if she is."
"She"s in" said Mrs. Smith, "but she is engaged at present. Won"t you have a seat and wait?"
Toole pa.s.sed rapidly through his mind all those who might have business with Miss Sally this morning--the Colonel, Skinner, the editor. It could not be Skinner, for he had just left him, nor the editor, for he knew he was still in his office where he had seen him last. Probably it was the Colonel. He took the proffered seat.
"I suppose you saw the TIMES," he said, "and that tremendous article.
It amused me considerably. Splendid specimen of local journalism. Our friend T. J. is to be congratulated, isn"t he? He has made quite a stir."
"The Colonel was here with a paper," said Mrs. Smith. "He was furiously angry. I couldn"t understand what it was all about, except that it was connected with those fire-extinguishers Miss Sally had."
"It was about the meanest piece of business I have ever run across,"
said the attorney, speaking more to Susan than to Mrs. Smith. "It was the most vindictive thing I ever heard of. Do you know any reason why that editor should want to annoy Miss Briggs?"
"Mr. Jones annoy Miss Sally?" said Susan, with surprise. "I can"t imagine why he should."
"That"s what puzzles me," said Toole. "There doesn"t seem to be any reason whatever, except that he is showing his ill-will. It looks like a conspiracy to throw those fire-extinguishers back on Miss Sally"s hands.
Probably he has taken an agency for fire-extinguishers, or had made a deal to take some in payment for advertising s.p.a.ce in his paper, and wants to sell them to Skinner. I understand there is some c.o.c.k-and-bull story he has got up about these fire-extinguishers being out-of-date, or useless, or something of that kind, and that he means to make a big stir about the council having been bribed to force them on Skinner. I suppose Jones will get something out of it, someway. I understand he means to keep the thing alive in his paper, and throw ridicule on all concerned, until he forces things his way. Probably he has some political object, too. But I think it is bad that he should drag Miss Sally into it.
I don"t mind his trying to throw mud on me. I can see his reason for that."
He looked at Susan and smiled.
"I don"t understand," said Mrs. Smith, "I couldn"t see that he said anything about you this morning."
"Not this morning," said the attorney. "There will be more to follow.
Wait until you see the next issue of the representative of a free and untrammeled press. He will serve up all his friends there. I saw him darting around like a hawk-eyed reporter this morning. I went up to plead with him to drop the whole thing, this morning, but he as much as told me to mind my own business. The poor old Colonel was so angry he came at me with a whip--I don"t know why--but I did not take the advantage my strength gave me. I can forgive a man who is anger blinded.
All I want to do now is to prevent that editor fellow making any more trouble for my friends, if I can. I don"t want Miss Sally to TAKE back those fire-extinguishers, and I don"t want her to be blackmailed into BUYING them back. I want to put her on her guard against T. J. Jones."
"This is very kind of you," said Mrs. Smith.
"She is a friend of yours, and of Miss Susan"s," said the attorney.
"That would be reason enough for my doing it."
The door opened and Eliph" Hewlitt came out of the house, and Toole, who had jumped up, in order to be on the defensive had it been the Colonel, a.s.sumed an air of indifference. The book agent hesitated uncertainly, glanced toward Mrs. Smith, felt under his left arm where his sample copy usually reposed, and, not finding it, put on his hat and walked toward the gate. Mrs. Smith sprang from her chair and ran after him. She caught him at the gate and laid her hand on his arm. He turned to face her, and she saw that there were tears in his usually clear eyes. He had put the question to Miss Sally, and the answer had been unfavorable.
The interview had been short and conducted with the utmost propriety, as advised by "Courtship--How to Win the Affections," and Miss Sally had been kind but firm. The article in the TIMES had, far from turning her against the Colonel, shown her what the Colonel has risked for her sake, and she had decided in his favor, although he had not yet appeared to claim an answer to the question he had never asked, but had been hinting for years.
CHAPTER XVI. Two Lovers, and a Third
The attorney, when Eliph" walked down the path to the gate, entered the house, and found Miss Sally still sitting in the dark parlor where she had had the painful interview with Eliph" Hewlitt. She still held her handkerchief to her eyes, for she had been weeping, and the attorney was not sorry to see this evidence of the stress of her interview with the book agent. Certain that Eliph" had told Doc Weaver of the lung-testers, he was no less certain that the book agent had been telling Miss Sally that the nickel-plated affairs would be thrown back on her hands, and he hastened to urge resistance.
"Miss Briggs," he said, "I came right in, because I knew what that book agent was here to say to you, and I wanted to warn you against him. I know what he asked, and I hope you refuse him."
Miss Sally gasped.
"I believe," continued the attorney, taking a seat, "that you refused, because you know which side your bread is b.u.t.tered on. I believe that before the day is over Colonel Guthrie will come with the same question, and I want you to give him the same answer. And if Skinner should come on his knees, I want you to send him away with the same answer, too.
They will all have arguments enough, but don"t be fooled. They money is all they want."
Miss Sally gasped again. She was astounded.
"I could see," said the attorney, confidentially, "that you have the book agent a pretty sharp answer, and that was right. He had no business to put himself forward at all, and I don"t suppose you can guess why he did."
"He said he liked me," said Miss Sally weakly, ashamed to mention the word openly. The attorney laughed.
"My opinion is that it is an conspiracy," he said. "That is just the word, a conspiracy, and T. J. Jones is at the head of it. The book agent has come first; now the Colonel will come; and then Skinner, all asking the same thing, but my idea is that they are all in partnership, and that Jones is engineering the whole thing. They want your money, and that is all they want, and once they get it they will be happy and you will be left with four lung-testers on your hands."
Even in Kilo slang comes and goes as in the rest of the world and Miss Sally was not sure about the word "lung-tester." It had a slangy sound, and it must be a term of reproach applied to the future value of the four men Toole had mentioned. She accepted it as such.
"All I have to say," continued the attorney, "is to refuse the Colonel, and to refuse Skinner if he comes, just as you have refused this book agent. Stick up for your rights. If they want to sue you, let them sue.
You have the money now, and it is better to have that than a lot of good-for-nothing lung-testers. Once you get them on your hands you"ll never get rid of them."
He arose and took up his hat.
"That is all I have to say," he said, "but I wanted to let you know what you ought to do. Don"t mind if there is a lot of stuff published in the TIMES. You have to expect that, and Jones will probably drag your name into it, in connection with the Colonel and Skinner, but you are perfectly innocent and they can do nothing to you."
He went out, and Miss Sally remained in a daze, looking at the door by which he had gone. She was still looking at it helplessly when Mrs.
Tarbro-Smith came in with a swish of skirts and put her arm gently about her.
"DO you think you did what your heart told you to do, dear?" asked the lady from New York, kissing Miss Sally on the brow. "He was SO downcast.
I really pitied him, poor man."
Miss Sally threw her arms around Mrs. Smith"s waist and hit her face in the lacy softness of her gown, and wept. The auth.o.r.ess smoothed the brown hair and waited patiently for the tears to cease.