"And criticise the party?" asked Miss Wynn. "It would take strong influence to pull him through."
"And if that strong influence were found?" said Mrs. Vanderpool thoughtfully.
"It would surely involve some other important concession to the South."
Mrs. Vanderpool looked up, and an interjection hovered on her lips. Was it possible that the price of Alwyn"s manhood would be her husband"s appointment to Paris? And if it were?
"I"ll do what I can," she said graciously; "but I am afraid that will not be much."
Miss Wynn hesitated. She had not succeeded even in guessing the source of Mrs. Vanderpool"s interest in Alwyn, and without that her appeal was but blind groping. She stopped on her way to the door to admire a bronze statuette and find time to think.
"You are interested in bronzes?" asked Mrs. Vanderpool.
"Oh, no; I"m far too poor. But I"ve dabbled a bit in sculpture."
"Indeed?" Mrs. Vanderpool revealed a mild interest, and Miss Wynn was compelled to depart with little enlightenment.
On the way up town she concluded that there was but one chance of success: she must write Alwyn"s speech. With characteristic decision she began her plans at once.
"What will you say in your speech?" she asked him that night as he rose to go.
He looked at her and she wavered slightly under his black eyes. The fight was becoming a little too desperate even for her steady nerves.
"You would not like me to act dishonestly, would you?" he asked.
"No," she involuntarily replied, regretting the word the moment she had uttered it. He gave her one of his rare sweet smiles, and, rising, before she realized his intent, he had kissed her hands and was gone.
She asked herself why she had been so foolish; and yet, somehow, sitting there alone in the firelight, she felt glad for once that she had risen above intrigue. Then she sighed and smiled, and began to plot anew.
Teerswell dropped in later and brought his friend, Stillings. They found their hostess gay and entertaining.
Miss Wynn gathered books about her, and in the days of April and May she and Alwyn read up on education. He marvelled at the subtlety of her mind, and she at the relentlessness of his. They were very near each other during these days, and yet there was ever something between them: a vision to him of dark and pleading eyes that he constantly saw beside her cool, keen glance. And he to her was always two men: one man above men, whom she could respect but would not marry, and one man like all men, whom she would marry but could not respect. His devotion to an ideal which she thought so utterly unpractical, aroused keen curiosity and admiration. She was sure he would fail in the end, and she wanted him to fail; and somehow, somewhere back beyond herself, her better self longed to find herself defeated; to see this mind stand firm on principle, under circ.u.mstances where she believed men never stood. Deep within her she discovered at times a pa.s.sionate longing to believe in somebody; yet she found herself bending every energy to pull this man down to the level of time-servers, and even as she failed, feeling something like contempt for his stubbornness.
The great day came. He had her notes, her suggestions, her hints, but she had no intimation of what he would finally say.
"Will you come to hear me?" he asked.
"No," she murmured.
"That is best," he said, and then he added slowly, "I would not like you ever to despise me."
She answered sharply: "I want to despise you!"
Did he understand? She was not sure. She was sorry she had said it; but she meant it fiercely. Then he left her, for it was already four in the afternoon and he spoke at eight.
In the morning she came down early, despite some dawdling over her toilet. She brought the morning paper into the dining-room and sat down with it, sipping her coffee. She leaned back and looked leisurely at the headings. There was nothing on the front page but a divorce, a revolution, and a new Trust. She took another sip of her coffee, and turned the page. There it was, "Colored High Schools Close--Vicious Attack on Republican Party by Negro Orator."
She laid the paper aside and slowly finished her coffee. A few minutes later she went to her desk and sat there so long that she started at hearing the clock strike nine.
The day pa.s.sed. When she came home from school she bought an evening paper. She was not surprised to learn that the Senate had rejected Alwyn"s nomination; that Samuel Stillings had been nominated and confirmed as Register of the Treasury, and that Mr. Tom Teerswell was to be his a.s.sistant. Also the bill reorganizing the school board had pa.s.sed. She wrote two notes and posted them as she went out to walk.
When she reached home Stillings was there, and they talked earnestly.
The bell rang violently. Teerswell rushed in.
"Well, Carrie!" he cried eagerly.
"Well, Tom," she responded, giving him a languid hand. Stillings rose and departed. Teerswell nodded and said:
"Well, what do you think of last night?"
"A great speech, I hear."
"A fool speech--that speech cost him, I calculate, between twenty-four and forty-eight thousand dollars."
"Possibly he"s satisfied with his bargain."
"Possibly. Are you?"
"With his bargain?" quickly. "Yes."
"No," he pressed her, "with your bargain?"
"What bargain?" she parried.
"To marry him."
"Oh, no; that"s off."
"Is it off?" cried Teerswell delightedly. "Good! It was foolish from the first--that black country--"
"Gently," Miss Wynn checked him. "I"m not yet over the habit."
"Come. See what I"ve bought. You know I have a salary now." He produced a ring with a small diamond cl.u.s.ter.
"How pretty!" she said, taking it and looking at it. Then she handed it back.
He laughed gayly. "It"s yours, Carrie. You"re going to marry me."
She looked at him queerly.
"Am I? But I"ve got another ring already," she said.
"Oh, send Alwyn"s back."
"I have. This is still another." And uncovering her hand she showed a ring with a large and beautiful diamond.
He rose. "Whose is that?" he demanded apprehensively.
"Mine--" her eyes met his.