Without money, without powerful friends, without influence, except that of a blameless career, and without asking for a single vote, he would be swept into public life on a wave of public opinion. However, they did not tell him this, but in secret anxiety they put forth all their efforts towards making sure the calling and election of their other Liberal candidate, who would, from the very fact of Agapit"s a.s.sured success, be more in danger from the machinations of the one Conservative candidate that the county had returned for years.
One Liberal and one Conservative candidate had been elected almost from time immemorial. This year, if the campaign were skilfully directed in the perilously short time remaining to them, there might be returned, on account of Agapit"s sudden and extraordinary popularity, two Liberals and no Conservative at all.
Agapit, in truth, knew very little about elections, although he had always taken a quiet interest in them. He had been too much occupied with his struggle for daily bread for mind and body, to be able to afford much time for outside affairs, and he showed his inexperience immediately after his informal nomination by the convention, and his legal one by the sheriff, by laying strict commands upon Bidiane and her confederates that they should do no more canva.s.sing for him.
Apparently they subsided, but they had gone too far to be wholly repressed, and Mirabelle Marie and Claudine calmly carried on their work of baking enormous batches of pies and cakes, for a whole week before the election took place, and of laying in a stock of confectionery, fruit, and raisins, and of engaging sundry chickens and sides of beef, and also the ovens of neighbors to roast them in.
"For men-folks," said Mirabelle Marie, "is like pigs; if you feed "em high, they don" squeal."
Agapit did not know what Bidiane was doing. She was shy and elusive, and avoided meeting him, but he strongly suspected that she was the power behind the throne in making these extensive preparations. He was not able to visit the inn except very occasionally, for, according to instructions from headquarters, he was kept travelling from one end of the county to the other, cramming himself with information _en route_, and delivering it, at first stumblingly, but always modestly and honestly, to Acadien audiences, who wagged delighted heads, and vowed that this young fellow should go up to sit in Parliament, where several of his race had already honorably acquitted themselves. What had they been thinking of, the last five years? Formerly they had always had an Acadien representative, but lately they had dropped into an easy-going habit of allowing some Englishman to represent them. The English race were well enough, but why not have a man of your own race? They would take up that old habit again, and this time they would stick to it.
At last the time of canva.s.sing and lecturing was over, and the day of the election came. The Sleeping Water Inn had been scrubbed from the attic to the cellar, every article of furniture was resplendent, and two long tables spread with every variety of dainties known to the Bay had been put up in the two large front rooms of the house.
In these two rooms, the smoking-room and the parlor, men were expected to come and go, eating and drinking at will,--Liberal men, be it understood. The Conservatives were restricted to the laundry, and Claude ruefully surveyed the cold stove, the empty table, and the hard benches set apart for him and his fellow politicians.
He was exceedingly confused in his mind. Mirabelle Marie had explained to him again and again the reason for the sudden change in her hazy beliefs with regard to the conduct of state affairs, but Claude was one Acadien who found it inconsistent to turn a man out of public life on account of one unfortunate word, while so many people in private life could grow, and thrive, and utter scores of unfortunate words without rebuke.
However, his wife had stood over him until he had promised to vote for Agapit, and in great dejection of spirit he smoked his pipe and tried not to meet the eyes of his handful of a.s.sociates, who did not know that he was to withhold his small support from them.
From early morn till dewy eve the contest went on between the two parties. All along the sh.o.r.e, and back in the settlements in the woods, men left their work, and, driving to the different polling-places, registered their votes, and then loitered about to watch others do likewise.
It was a general holiday, and not an Acadien and not a Nova Scotian would settle down to work again until the result of the election was known.
Bidiane early retreated to one of the upper rooms of the house, and from the windows looked down upon the crowd about the polling-booth at the corner, or crept to the staircase to listen to jubilant sounds below, for Mirabelle Marie and Claudine were darting about, filling the orders of those who came to buy, but in general insisting on "treating" the Liberal tongues and palates weary from much talking.
Bidiane did not see Agapit, although she had heard some one say that he had gone down the Bay early in the morning. She saw the Conservative candidate, Mr. Folsom, drive swiftly by, waving his hat and shouting a hopeful response to the cheering that greeted him from some of the men at the corner, and her heart died within her at the sound.
Shortly before noon she descended from her watch-tower, and betook herself to the pantry, where she soberly spent the afternoon in washing dishes, only turning her head occasionally as Mirabelle Marie or Claudine darted in with an armful of soiled cups and saucers and hurried e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns such as "They vow Agapit"ll go in. There"s an awful strong party for him down the Bay. Every one"s grinning over that story about old Greening. They say we"ll not know till some time in the night--Bidiane, you look pale as a ghost. Go lie down,--we"ll manage. I never did see such a time,--and the way they drink! Such thirsty throats! More lemonade gla.s.ses, Biddy. It"s lucky Father Duvair got that rum, or we"d have "em all as drunk as goats." And the girl washed on, and looked down the road from the little pantry window, and in a fierce, silent excitement wished that the thing might soon be over, so that her throbbing head would be still.
Soon after five o"clock, when the legal hour for closing the polling-places arrived, they learned the majority for Agapit, for he it was that obtained it in all the villages in the vicinity of Sleeping Water.
"He"s in hereabouts," shouted Mirabelle Marie, joyfully, as she came plunging into the pantry, "an" they say he"ll git in everywheres. The ole Conservative ain"t gut a show at all. Oh, ain"t you glad, Biddy?"
"Of course she"s glad," said Claudine, giving Mrs. Corbineau a push with her elbow, "but let her alone, can"t you? She"s tired, so she"s quiet about it."
As it grew dark, the returns from the whole, or nearly the whole county came pouring in. Men mounted on horseback, or driving in light carts, came dashing up to the corner to receive the latest news from the crowd about the telephone office, and receiving it, dashed on again to impart the news to others. Soon they knew quite surely, although there were some backwoods districts still to be heard from. In them the count could be pretty accurately reckoned, for it did not vary much from year to year. They could be relied on to remain Liberal or Conservative, as the case might be.
Bidiane, who had again retreated up-stairs, for nothing would satisfy her but being alone, heard, shortly after it grew quite dark, a sudden uproar of joyous and incoherent noises below.
She ran to the top of the front staircase. The men, many of whom had been joined by their wives, had left the dreary polling-place, which was an unused shop, and had sought the more cheerful shelter of the inn.
Soft showers of rain were gently falling, but many of the excited Acadiens stood heedlessly on the gra.s.s outside, or leaned from the veranda to exchange exultant cries with those of their friends who went driving by. Many others stalked about the hall and front rooms, shaking hands, clapping shoulders, congratulating, laughing, joking, and rejoicing, while Mirabelle Marie, her fat face radiant with glee, plunged about among them like a huge, unwieldy duck, flourishing her ap.r.o.n, and making more noise and clatter than all the rest of the women combined.
Agapit was in,--in by an overwhelming majority. His name headed the lists; the other Liberal candidate followed him at a respectful distance, and the Conservative candidate was nowhere at all.
Bidiane trembled like a leaf; then, pressing her hands over her ears, she ran to hide herself in a closet.
In the meantime, the back of the house was gloomy. One by one the Conservatives were slipping away home; still, a few yet lingered, and sat dispiritedly looking at each other and the empty wash-tubs in the laundry, while they pa.s.sed about a bottle of weak raspberry vinegar and water, which was the only beverage Mirabelle and Claudine had allowed them.
Claude, as in honor bound, sat with them until his wife, who gloried in including every one within reach in what she called her "jollifications," came bounding in, and ordered them all into the front of the house, where the proceedings of the day were to be wound up with a supper.
Good-humored raillery greeted Claude and his small flock of Conservatives when Mirabelle Marie came driving them in before her.
"Ah, Joe a Jack, where is thy doubloon?" called out a Liberal. "Thou hast lost it,--thy candidate is in the Bay. It is all up with him. And thou, Guillaume,--away to the sh.o.r.e with thee. You remember, boys, he promised to swallow a dog-fish, tail first, if Agapit LeNoir went in."
A roar of laughter greeted this announcement, and the unfortunate Guillaume was pushed into a seat, and had a gla.s.s thrust into his hand.
"Drink, cousin, to fortify thee for thy task. A dog-fish,--_sakerje!_ but it will be p.r.i.c.kly swallowing."
"Biddy Ann, Biddy Ann," shrieked her aunt, up the staircase, "come and hear the good news," but Bidiane, who was usually social in her instincts, was now eccentric and solitary, and would not respond.
"Skedaddle up-stairs and hunt her out, Claudine," said Mrs. Corbineau; but Bidiane, hearing the request, cunningly ran to the back of the house, descended the kitchen stairway, and escaped out-of-doors. She would go up to the horseshoe cottage and see Rose. There, at least, it would be quiet; she hated this screaming.
Her small feet went pit-a-pat over the dark road. There were lights in all the windows. Everybody was excited to-night. Everybody but herself.
She was left out of the general rejoicing, and a wave of injured feeling and of desperate dissatisfaction and bodily fatigue swept over her. And she had fancied that Agapit"s election would plunge her into a tumult of joy.
However, she kept on her way, and dodging a party of hilarious young Acadiens, who were l.u.s.tily informing the neighborhood that the immortal Malbrouck had really gone to the wars at last, she took to the wet gra.s.s and ran across the fields to the cottage.
There were two private bridges across Sleeping Water just here, the Comeau bridge and Rose a Charlitte"s. Bidiane trotted nimbly over the former, jumped a low stone wall, and found herself under the windows of Rose"s parlor.
Why, there was the hero of the day talking to Rose! What was he doing here? She had fancied him the centre of a crowd of men,--he, speech-making, and the cynosure of all eyes,--and here he was, quietly lolling in an easy chair by the fire that Rose always had on cool, rainy evenings. However, he had evidently just arrived, for his boots were muddy, and his white horse, instead of being tied to the post, was standing patiently by the door,--a sure sign that his master was not to stay long.
Well, she would go home. They looked comfortable in there, and they were carrying on an animated conversation. They did not want her, and, frowning impatiently, she uttered an irritable "Get away!" to the friendly white horse, who, taking advantage of one of the few occasions when he was not attached to the buggy, which was the bane of his existence, had approached, and was extending a curious and sympathetically quivering nose in her direction.
The horse drew back, and, moving his ears sensitively back and forth, watched her going down the path to the river.
CHAPTER XII.
BIDIANE FALLS IN A RIVER.
"He laid a finger under her chin, His arm for her girdle at waist was thrown; Now, what will happen, and who will win, With me in the fight and my lady-love?
"Sleek as a lizard at round of a stone, The look of her heart slipped out and in.
Sweet on her lord her soft eyes shone, As innocents clear of a shade of sin."
GEORGE MEREDITH.
Five minutes later, Agapit left Rose, and, coming out-of-doors, stared about for his horse, Turenne, who was nowhere to be seen.
While he stood momentarily expecting to see the big, familiar white shape loom up through the darkness, he fancied that he heard some one calling his name.
He turned his head towards the river. There was a fine, soft wind blowing, the sky was dull and moist, and, although the rain had ceased for a time, it was evidently going to fall again. Surely he had been mistaken about hearing his name, unless Turenne had suddenly been gifted with the power of speech. No,--there it was again; and now he discovered that it was uttered in the voice that, of all the voices in the world, he loved best to hear, and it was at present ejaculating, in peremptory and impatient tones, "Agapit! Agapit!"
He precipitated himself down the hill, peering through the darkness as he went, and on the way running afoul of his white nag, who stood staring with stolid interest at a small round head beside the bridge, and two white hands that were clinging to its rustic foundations.
"Do help me out," said Bidiane; "my feet are quite wet."