"The good wife would have thought of that little touch of hospitality long ago, my son," he said, as they walked down the stairs, "but a widower"s house with grouchy hired help makes old age still more lonely."
On their return they found the Duke, feet extended, head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling. He was deep in thought, and told Harlan to place his gla.s.s on the chair"s arm.
"Varden," he said, "eighty isn"t old, not for a man like you; and it shouldn"t be lonely, that age. I"m still older, and I propose to wear out instead of rust out."
"I don"t feel rusty, exactly," returned the General, smiling into his gla.s.s. "But when I think of all the marches, Thelismer, of the campaigns, the heartbreaking struggles of the war--of all the cases won and cases lost, the nights of study and days of labor in the law--the fuss and fury of politics--of all the years behind me, I feel as though I"d like to be used as my father used his old boots: Before he took his bed for the last time he went up into the garret of the old farm-house and laid his boots there on their sides. "Let "em lie down, now, and rest," he said. And I"ve never allowed them to be disturbed."
The Duke still stared at the ceiling.
"Varden, you and I have known each other so long that you don"t need as much talk from me as you would from a stranger. When I"ve asked a thing from you in the past I didn"t have to sit down and talk to you an hour about the reasons why I wanted it. You understood that I had a good reason for asking. I"m going to ask just one more thing from you in this life. I"m going to ask it straight from the shoulder. You and I don"t need to beat about the bush with each other. I want you to say "yes,"
for if you don"t you"re abandoning our old State as though she were a widow headed for the almshouse."
Thornton leaned forward, grasped his gla.s.s and drained it at a gulp, and then looked the amazed General squarely in the eyes.
"You"re going to be nominated as Governor of this State in the next convention, and you"ve got to accept," he declared. "Now hold on! Just as you understand that I"ve got good reasons for asking you to do this, just so I understand all that you"re going to say in objection. I discount all your objections in advance. I know you haven"t lost run of affairs in this State--you know all the mix-up the party is in right now. They"re going to beat Dave Everett in convention, General, just as sure as the devil can"t freeze his own ice. It"s going to be "Seventy-two all over again. People gone crazy for a change and jumping the wrong way, like gra.s.shoppers in front of a mowing machine. Spinney means the whole rotten thing over again--State treasury looted, tax rate reduced to get a popular hoorah, a floating debt that will make us stagger and keep enterprise out of this State for ten years, petty graft in every State office, and every strap on the party nag busted from snaffle to crupper. Now I want to ask you one question: Do you want Arba Spinney for the next Governor of this State--sitting in the chair that you honored? You know him! You"ve heard his mouth go. You understand his calibre. Do you want him?"
"No," admitted General Waymouth.
"Well, you"re going to get him if you don"t accept that nomination.
You"re going to get him, blab-mouth, mob-rule, mortification, and merry h.e.l.l--the whole bagful! Do you want that for this State, Vard?"
"Our State can"t afford to have such a man," agreed General Waymouth, "but--"
"I"d, myself, rather see a Democrat win at the polls!" shouted Thornton.
"But the Democrat that they"ve got in line is worse than Spinney. It"s a popocratic year, and they"re all playing that game. But they can"t overcome our natural plurality, Varden. It means Spinney if he goes to the polls! It"s up to you to stop him. You"ve got to do it!"
The General rose and walked around the room. His shoulders were stooped a bit more. Then he came and put his hand on Thelismer"s shoulder.
"Your faith in what I am and what I might do is worthy of you, my old comrade, even if it exalts my poor powers too much. And I thank you, Thelismer. But I know what I am. I"m only a stranded old man. The younger generation will not think as you do. Go and find some good man there. I"m too weary, Thelismer, too old and too weary--and almost forgotten. Find another man!"
"What"s that? Find a man for Governor of this State, groom him, work him out, score him down and shove him under the wire of State Convention a winner inside of two weeks? Varden, you know politics better than that!
_You_ forgotten by the younger generation of this State? Harlan, what have you to say to that?"
The young man stood up. He had listened well and listened long that evening. In the presence of this gracious old knight of the heroic days of history he had felt his heart swelling as he remembered the record that all men of his State knew.
The fervor of his admiration showed so plainly in his glistening eyes that General Waymouth was touched, and waited indulgently.
"General, it"s only because my grandfather is your old friend and has commanded me that I dare to speak. I simply have a hope. It has become dear to me. I"m hoping for a privilege. I honestly believe that outside of all party preferences there are thousands of young men in this State who will feel proud to have that same privilege--will esteem it one of the honors of their lives. Their fathers had the same honor. And that"s to go to the polls and cast a ballot for Gen. Varden Waymouth. It will make politics seem worth while to us, sir."
"Good!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Duke. "You"re hearing the voice of the young men of this State now, Varden." He stood up. "Here"s my boy for your service. He"ll be in the next legislature. Use him. Depend on him.
You"re old--you"ve earned your rest. I know it. But here"s a loud call for a sacrifice. This boy and such as he can lift a lot of the load.
Varden, give me your hand. Say that you"ll do it!"
"Let"s sit down a moment," said the General, solemn gentleness in his tone. "I have something that it"s in my heart to say."
He drew his chair even closer to them. They waited a few moments for him to speak. In that room with its dignity of ancient things, with the silence of the summer night surrounding, that waiting was impressive.
Harlan felt the thrill of it. Even his grandfather was gravely anxious.
The General leaned forward and put his thin hand on the elder Thornton"s knee.
"Thelismer, you yourself link the past with the present, so far as the politics of this State go. You link them even more than I do, for you are active in the present. You have been a strong man--you are strong to-day. But I want to say to you, and this is as friend to friend, you haven"t always used that strength right. I know what reply you"d make to that. We"ve talked it all over many times. You say that you"ve had to play the game. That"s right. And I"ve played it myself, too. But in the years since then, while I"ve sat at one side of the arena and looked on, I"ve had a chance to meditate and a chance to observe. I don"t think matters have been running right in this State--and now I"m not speaking of Arba Spinney or his ilk. You come to me to-night and you ask me to be the Governor of this State once more. You want me to come back into the game. You ask me to appeal to the suffrage of the young men who admire what little I"ve accomplished. I want to warn you. I may be putting it too strong when I call it a warning. I have some ideals to-day. You may not find them to your liking in politics."
"I"m willing to trust in your good judgment and your sense of what is square for all concerned," protested the Duke, stoutly. "In the hot old days I was hot with the rest, Vard. I"ve mellowed some since."
"You may not find me a safe man, Thelismer. I shall come back out of the shadows with a firm resolve to merit the approval of the young men of this State--and the young men see more clearly than their fathers did."
"I"m not here to-night with bridle or bit or halter, Varden. We need you. The party has got to have you. I know what your name will accomplish in that convention. You shall be Governor of this State without making pledge or promise. Will you stand?"
"I ask you again, Thelismer, if there is no other way?"
"Any other way means Spinney and mob rule."
General Waymouth turned to Harlan. "Go out and tell the honest young men of this State that I will try to satisfy their ideals. That"s the only pledge I"ll give. I"m afraid I haven"t any promise for the old machine, Thelismer." He smiled.
"We don"t need any," returned the Duke, briskly. "We know Vard Waymouth.
But there"s one pledge I do want from you. This whole thing is to be left in my hands so far as announcement goes. My plan of campaign makes that much necessary. We don"t want to flush that bunch of birds till we can give "em both barrels."
"I consent. I"ll live in the lingering hope that at the last moment you"ll find I won"t be needed."
He rose and gave his hand to each in turn, bringing them to their feet.
"Now for bed. Of course, you"ll remain here the night."
"No," declared Thornton, decisively. "Out o" here on the midnight! I want to dodge out of Burnside in the dark. We"ll walk down to the station now. It"s settled. I"ll keep you posted."
At the door the General gave Harlan the last word, grasping his hand again.
"You brought me a message from the young men that touched me."
"I spoke for myself, but I believe that all of them would like to have the same opportunity that I had," faltered Harlan. "I know they would.
Will you let us come to you at the right time and make it plain?"
"I shall depend upon you in a great many ways in the months to come. You know it"s to be a young man"s administration by an old man made young again. I"m proud of my first volunteer!"
"He"s a good boy, and he"s got the makings in him," declared the Duke.
"I"ve been too long with men not to appreciate a good chief of staff when I see him," laughed the General.
Framed in the big door, with the dim glow of light behind him, he watched them depart.
The Duke walked in the far shadows of the station platform in silence, smoking, until the train whistled.
"Bub, you remember that I told you I"d put you in right," he said, climbing the car steps. "Now follow your hand."
But Harlan Thornton, fresh from that presence, understood that he had pledged a loyalty deeper than the loyalty of mere politics or preferment.