Once more the deep-set eyes looked out from their bushy penthouses.
"Reckon you could give it a name, son?"
"Yes; when you found that I wasn"t going to let you run me for the attorney-generalship, you arranged with Mr. McVickar to have me put on the railroad pay-roll. Isn"t that the fact?"
"Not exactly," said the senator, and a grim smile went with the qualified denial. "It was sort of the other way round. I reckon McVickar thought he was putting one across on me when he offered you the railroad job and got you to take it."
"I know; that was at first. You and he couldn"t come to terms because you--because the machine wanted more than he was willing to give. But afterward there was another meeting and you got together. That part of it was all right, if you see it that way. What broke my heart was the fact that you and he agreed to put me up as a fence behind which all the crookedness and rascality of a corrupt campaign could be screened."
In the pause which followed, a deft waiter slipped in to change the courses. When the man was gone, Blount went on.
"It came mighty near smashing me when I found it out, dad. It wasn"t so much the thing itself as it was the thought that you"d do it--the thought that you had forgotten that I was a Blount, and your son."
Again the older man nodded gravely. "How come you to find out, Evan, boy?" he asked.
"It was when Hathaway had been given his chance at me. He opened the cesspool for me, as you meant he should when you sent him to me. From your point of view, I suppose it was necessary that I should be shown.
You knew what I was saying and doing; how I was taking it for granted that the railroad was going in clean-handed, and the one ray of comfort in the whole miserable business is the fact that you cared enough to want to give me a glimpse of the real thing that was hiding behind all my brave talk. But I don"t think you counted fully upon the effect it would have upon me."
"What was the effect, son?"
"At first, it made me want to throw up the fight and run away to the ends of the earth. It seemed as if I didn"t have anybody to turn to. You were in it, and Gantry was in it--and Gantry"s superiors and mine. That evening I borrowed one of your cars and drove out to Wartrace. I meant to have it out with you, and then to throw up my hands and quit."
"But you didn"t do either one," said the father tentatively.
"No. Nothing went right that day, until just at the last. When I was about to give up and go to bed, Patricia came into the smoking-room. I had to talk to somebody, so I talked to her; told her where I had landed."
"And she advised you to throw up your hands?"
"You don"t know Patricia. She put a heart into my body and blood into my veins. What she said to me that night is what has kept me going, dad--what has made me drive this fight for a clean election on the part of the railroad company home to the hilt. I have driven it home. There will be no crooked deals on the part of the railroad company this time."
The senator looked up quickly. "That"s a mighty good stout thing to say," he remarked, adding: "I reckon you"re not saying it without having the right and proper club hid out somewhere where you can lay hands on it?"
Blount tapped his coat-pocket. "I have the club right here--doc.u.mentary evidence that will rip this State wide open and send a lot of people to the penitentiary. I"ve told Gantry to pa.s.s the word: a clean sheet, or I go over to the other side and tell what I know. And that brings me to the thing that I"ve got to say to you, dad--the thing that made me hope I"d find you here to-night. After I"d got my battle-word from Patricia, I had a jolt that was worse than the other. When I pulled the gun on Gantry, he told me that I couldn"t shoot without killing you; that you were just as deeply involved as any one of the railroad officials. Is that the truth?"
The senator had pushed his chair back and was burying his hands in his pockets.
"You"ve come to try to haul me out of the fire?" he inquired, ignoring the direct question.
"I"ve come to ask you, first, if it is possible for you to stand from under. Can you?"
"Oh, yes; I reckon I could dodge, if I had to."
"Then do it, and do it quickly, dad! As there is a G.o.d above us, I"m going to push this thing through to the bitter end. To-morrow morning I shall give Gantry his time limit. If the time goes by, leaving the house-cleaning still undone, I shall keep my promise to the letter. You know, and I know, what will happen after that."
"Yes; I reckon I know," was the half-absent reply.
Blount threw his napkin aside and glanced at his watch.
"I"ve got to go back to the office and work a while," he said. And then: "I feel better for having had this talk with you, dad. I"m sorry you are finding it necessary to fight me, and a thousand times sorrier that I"ve got to fight you. But I can"t give ground now, and still be a man and your son. Think it over and dodge. It"ll break my heart a second time if I have to pull the other fellow"s house down and bury you in the wreck."
For some little time after his son had left the table and the private dining-room, the Honorable Senator Sage-Brush sat absently toying with his dessert-spoon. When he rose to go out, the battle light in the gray eyes was the signal which not even his most faithful henchmen could always interpret; but it was a signal which all of them knew by sight, and one which many of them feared.
XVI
THE SAFE-BLOWER
About the time that Evan Blount was finishing the fourth week of the campaign of education, the senator"s wife began to detect signs of country weariness in the eyes of Miss Patricia Anners.
"When you are tired of the out-door bignesses, you have only to say the word," she told the professor"s daughter one morning after they had driven to Lost River Canyon and back in the small car. "As you have doubtless discovered, the senator and I live either here or at the capital indifferently during the season, and we shall be only too glad to entertain you in town whenever you feel like going."
To similar proposals made earlier Miss Anners had always returned prompt refusals. But for a week or more some impulse which she had not taken the trouble to a.n.a.lyze seemed to be drawing her toward the city. The mesa roads were just as inviting, and the free pleasures of motoring, in a country where speed restrictions were conspicuous only by their absence, were just as keen. But now Patricia confessed to a restless longing for the sight of city streets and the brabble of city noises.
"Only you mustn"t consider us, or me, so much as you do, Mrs. Blount,"
she protested. "I have a dreadful suspicion that we have already interfered shamefully with your autumn plans. You are simply too kind and too hospitable to admit it."
"You have interfered with nothing," was the ready a.s.surance. "We were not going anywhere, or thinking of going anywhere. No inducement that was ever invented would take the senator away from his own State in a political year, and your coming has been a blessing. But for the good excuse to bring your father out here to the fossil-beds, we should have been mewed up in the Inter-Mountain Hotel from the firing of the opening gun to the day after election. But that isn"t what I meant to say. You are tired of so much country; I can read the call of the city in your eyes--and they are very pretty eyes, my dear. Shall I telephone the senator that we are coming in this afternoon to stay a while?"
"I shall be delighted," said Patricia, and the eyes, which were not only pretty but exceedingly apt to tell tales, confirmed the eager a.s.sent.
Then she added: "Now that daddy has his box of books from the university library, I doubt if he will know that we are gone."
On their first day in the capital Evan was away, but he returned the following morning and Mrs. Blount promptly captured him for a theatre box-party which she was inviting for the same evening. In Mrs. Honoria"s orderly scheme Blount was predestined to go, though he was allowed to believe that his acceptance was of free will. Notwithstanding the lapse of time and Mrs. Honoria"s uniform kindness, he was still unreasonably prejudiced, and with the prejudice he was now admitting a feeling akin to jealousy. It was evident that Patricia"s admiration for his father extended over to his father"s wife; and meaning consistently to dislike Mrs. Honoria, he was irrational enough to want Patricia to dislike her, too.
The box-party proved to be a more formal affair than he had antic.i.p.ated, since it was large enough to fill two of the open dress-circle boxes.
Gantry was included, and so were the Weatherfords--father, mother, daughters, and son. These, with the Gordons and a Denver man whose name of Critchett Blount was not quite sure that he caught in the introduction, filled Mrs. Honoria"s list. In the seating Blount meant to make sure of having a measurably undisturbed evening with Patricia. But fate, or a designing hostess, intervened, and he found himself cornered between Mrs. Weatherford and her younger daughter, with the square-shouldered "Paramounter" candidate for governor strengthening the barrier which separated him from Miss Anners.
Blount had met Gordon socially a number of times, and in the intervals allowed him by Mrs. Weatherford he was silently studying the face of the big man who, singularly enough, as the student thought, was thus identifying himself publicly as a friend of the boss. True, Blount did not forget his father"s warm commendation of Gordon in that earliest political talk on the Quaretaro Canyon road, but that was before the lines had been drawn and the gage of battle thrown down by the allied forces of the machine and the railroad. Now, with the battle drawing to its close, Blount thought that nothing could be more certain than the fact that his father and his father"s organization were joining hands with the railroad oligarchy to slaughter Gordon at the polls.
Putting aside the wonder that Gordon should be accepting Mrs. Honoria"s hospitality, Blount fell to contrasting the strong, large-featured face of the Mission Hills ranchman with that of Reynolds, the opposition candidate. Though he was himself on the corporation campaigning staff, Blount could not help admitting that the comparison was not favorable to Reynolds. His first impression of the round-faced, portly gentleman who was standing firmly upon what he was pleased to call a platform of law and order--a man who was Gordon"s opposite in every feature and characteristic--had been unfavorable. He had been saying to himself, since, that Reynolds"s face, in spite of its heavy jaw and prominent eyes, was the face of a time-server.
Another point of difference between the two men counted for much.
Reynolds wanted the office, and was spending money liberally to get it, while Gordon had accepted the nomination reluctantly. Throughout the hot campaign he had refused to stump the State for himself or his party, and was said to be holding steadfastly aloof in the bargaining and d.i.c.kering. Weighing the two men one against the other--Reynolds was sitting in an adjacent box with Kittredge and Bentley and two other railroad officials--Blount admitted a twinge of regret that chance, or his convictions, had made him a partisan of the weaker.
Having been lost in the shuffle, as he expressed it, Blount made the most of these reflective excursions during the period of the box-party captivity. From the rising of the curtain to the going down thereof the Weatherfords, mother and daughter, kept him from exchanging so much as a word with Patricia, whom Gantry was shamelessly monopolizing. But on the short return walk to the hotel, Blount a.s.serted his rights and gave Patricia his arm.
"I think you owe me an abject apology," was the way she began on him, when they had gained such privacy as the crowded sidewalk conferred.
"Consider it made, and then tell me what for," he rejoined, striving, man-fashion, to catch step with her mood.
"For making us leave that dear, delightful, out-of-date, and out-of-place Georgian mansion in the hills and come to town when we want to get a sight of your face."
"If anybody else should say a thing like that, I"d blush and call it a compliment," he retorted. Her near presence seemed to lift the burden he was carrying, and it was good to be light-hearted again, if only for the pa.s.sing moment.
"It wasn"t meant for a compliment," she returned, with the straightforward sincerity which Blount had always been fond of likening to a cup of cold water on a thirsty day. "Consider a moment. You come to me with a really harrowing story of your new experiences, and just as I am beginning to get interested we are interrupted. In the morning, at some perfectly impossible hour, off you go, and we hear no more of you for weeks and weeks. What have you been doing?"
"I have been doing precisely what you told me to do; preaching the gospel of honesty and fair dealing, and trying my level best to make other people practise it."