"No, my friends; plain, hard-handed farmer though I be, I can see what will follow an honest election of the people, by the people, and for the people. The State can be--it ought to be--sovereign within its own boundaries. If we rise up as one man next Tuesday and put a ticket into the ballot-box that says we are going to make it so, and keep it so, you"ll see a new commodity tariff put into effect on the Western Pacific Railroad the day after."
The speaker paused, and into the little gap of silence barked a voice from the gallery.
"That"s what you say. But supposin" they don"t do it?"
Loring was gazing steadfastly at the blank, heavy face, so utterly devoid of the enthusiasm the man was evoking in others. For one flitting instant he thought he saw behind the mask. The immobile face, the awkward gestures, the slipshod English became suddenly transparent, revealing the real man; a man of t.i.tanic strength, of tremendous possibilities for good or evil. Loring put up his gla.s.ses and looked again; but the figure of the flash-light inner vision had vanished, and the speaker was answering his objector as calmly as though the house held only the single critic to be set right.
"I"m always glad to hear a man speak right out in meeting," he said, dropping still deeper into the colloquialisms. "Supposing the corporations don"t see the handwriting on the wall--won"t see it, you say? Then, my friend, it will become the manifest duty of the legislature and the executive to make "em see it: always lawfully, you understand; always with a just and equitable respect for the rights of property in which our free and glorious inst.i.tutions are founded, but with level-handed justice, and without fear or favor."
A thunderous uproar of applause clamored on the heels of the answer, and the Honorable Jasper mopped his face with a colored handkerchief and took a swallow of water from the gla.s.s on the desk.
"Mind you, my friends, I"m not saying we are not going to find plenty of stumps and roots and a tough sod in this furrow we are going to plow. It"s only the fool or the ignoramus who underrates the strength of his opponent. It is going to be just plain, honest justice and the will of the people against the money of the Harrimans and the Goulds and the Vanderbilts and all the rest of "em. But the law is mighty, and it will prevail. Give us an honest legislature to make such laws, and an executive strong enough to enforce "em, and the sovereign State will stand out glorious and triumphant as a monument against oppression.
"When that time comes--and it"s a-coming, my friends--the corporations and the syndicates will read the handwriting on the wall; don"t you be afraid of that. If they should be a little grain thick-headed and sort o" blind at first, as old King Belshazzar was, it may be that the sovereign State will have to give "em an object-lesson--lawfully, always lawfully, you understand. But when they see, through the medium of such an object-lesson or otherwise, as the case may be, that we mean business; when they see that we, the people of this great and growing commonwealth, mean to a.s.sert our rights to live and move and have our being, to have fair, even-handed justice meted out to ourselves, our wives and our little children, they"ll come down and quit watering their stock with the sweat of our brows; and that hold-up motto of theirs, "All the tariff the traffic will stand,"
will be no more known in Israel!"
Again the clamor of applause rose like fine dust on the throng-heated air, and Kent looked at his watch.
"It is time we were going," he said; adding: "I guess you have had enough of it, haven"t you?"
Loring was silent for the better part of the way back to the railway station. When he spoke it was in answer to a delayed question of Kent"s.
"What do I think of him? I don"t know, David; and that"s the plain truth.
He is not the man he appears to be as he stands there haranguing that crowd. That is a pose, and an exceedingly skilful one. He is not altogether apparent to me; but he strikes me as being a man of immense possibilities--whether for good or evil, I can"t say."
"You needn"t draw another breath of uncertainty on that score," was the curt rejoinder. "He is a demagogue, pure and unadulterated."
Loring did not attempt to refute the charge.
"Are he and his party likely to win?" he asked.
"G.o.d knows," said Kent. "We have had so many lightning transformations in politics in the State that nothing is impossible."
"I"d like to know," was Loring"s comment. "It might make some difference to me, personally."
"To you?" said Kent, inquiringly. "That reminds me: I haven"t given you a chance to say ten words about yourself."
"The chance hasn"t been lacking. But my business out here is--well, it isn"t exactly a Star Chamber matter, but I"m under promise in a way not to talk about it until I have had a conference with our people at the capital. I"ll write you about it in a few days."
They were ascending the steps at the end of the pa.s.senger platform again, and Loring broke away from the political and personal entanglement to give Kent one more opportunity to hear his word of negative comfort.
"We dug up the field of recollection pretty thoroughly in our after-dinner seance in your rooms, David, but I noticed there was one corner of it you left undisturbed. Was there any good reason?"
Kent made no show of misunderstanding.
"There was the excellent reason which must have been apparent to you before you had been an hour in Gaston. I"ve made my shot, and missed."
Loring entered the breach with his shield held well to the fore. He was the last man in the world to a.s.sault a friend"s confidence recklessly.
"I thought a good while ago, and I still think, that you are making a mountain out of a mole-hill, David. Elinor Brentwood is a true woman in every inch of her. She is as much above caring for false notions of caste as you ought to be."
"I know her n.o.bility: which is all the more reason why I shouldn"t take advantage of it. We may scoff at the social inequalities as much as we please, but we can"t laugh them out of court. As between a young woman who is an heiress in her own right, and a briefless lawyer, there are differences which a decent man is bound to efface. And I haven"t been able."
"Does Miss Brentwood know?"
"She knows nothing at all. I was unwilling to entangle her, even with a confidence."
"The more fool you," said Loring, bluntly. "You call yourself a lawyer, and you have not yet learned one of the first principles of common justice, which is that a woman has some rights which even a besotted lover is bound to respect. You made love to her that summer at Croydon; you needn"t deny it. And at the end of things you walk off to make your fortune without committing yourself; without knowing, or apparently caring, what your stiff-necked poverty-pride may cost her in years of uncertainty. You deserve to lose her."
Kent"s smile was a fair measure of his unhopeful mood.
"You can"t well lose what you have never had. I"m not such an a.s.s as to believe that she cared greatly."
"How do you know? Not by anything you ever gave her a chance to say, I"ll dare swear. I"ve a bit of qualified good news for you, but the spirit is moving me mightily to hold my tongue."
"Tell me," said Kent, his indifference vanishing in the turning of a leaf.
"Well, to begin with, Miss Brentwood is still unmarried, though the gossips say she doesn"t lack plenty of eligible offers."
"Half of that I knew; the other half I took for granted. Go on."
"Her mother, under the advice of the chief of the clan Brentwood, has been making a lot of bad investments for herself and her two daughters: in other words, she has been making ducks and drakes of the Brentwood fortune."
Kent was as deeply moved as if the loss had been his own, and said as much, craving more of the particulars.
"I can"t give them. But I may say that the blame lies at your door, David."
"At my door? How do you arrive at that?"
"By the shortest possible route. If you had done your duty by Elinor in the Croydon summer, Mrs. Brentwood would have had a bright young attorney for a son-in-law and adviser, and the bad investments would not have been made."
Kent"s laugh was entirely devoid of mirth.
"Don"t trample on a man when he"s down. I was neither a prophet nor the son of a prophet. But how bad is the smash? Surely you know that?"
"No, I don"t. Bradford was telling me about it the day I left Boston. He gave me to understand that the princ.i.p.al family holding at present is in the stock of a certain western railway."
"Did he happen to know the name of the stock?" asked Kent, moistening his lips.
"He did. Fate flirts with you two in the usual fashion. Mrs. Brentwood"s little fortune--and by consequence, Elinor"s and Penelope"s--is tied up in the stock of the company whose platform we are occupying at the present moment--the Western Pacific."
Kent let slip a hard word directed at ill-advisers in general, and Loring took his cue from the malediction.
"You swear pretty feelingly, David. Isn"t our property as good a thing as we of the Boston end have been cracking it up to be?"
"You know better about the financial part of it than I do. But--well, you are fresh from this anarchistic conclave at the Opera House. You can imagine what the stock of the Western Pacific, or of any other foreign corporation doing business in this State, will be worth in six months after Bucks and his crowd get into the saddle."
"You speak as if the result of the election were a foregone conclusion. I hope it isn"t. But we were talking more particularly of Miss Brentwood, and your personal responsibilities." The belated train was whistling for the lower yard, and Loring was determined to say all that was in his mind.