"Right after breakfast Luke is going to have a talk with you and Linton."
"It will do Mr. Presson no good to talk to me. I"m with General Waymouth."
"But General Waymouth has been eliminated, you young idiot. It was the combination of circ.u.mstances that made him a candidate. But those circ.u.mstances have been changed. I can"t explain to you how, Harlan--not here and now. But a brand-new trump has been turned. It had to be done.
You stay behind here with Linton and talk with Luke."
The ladies were rising from the table.
Harlan did not reply. He did not remain. He stepped aside and allowed the ladies to pa.s.s, and followed them from the alcove. Presson stared after him angrily. Linton, obeying his request, sat down after Mrs.
Presson and her party had retired.
"You"ve got a fool, there, for a grandson, Thelismer," stated the chairman with decision.
"He doesn"t seem to be a politician," returned the old man, gazing after him. "There are a few joints in a man that he ought to be able to bend in politics, but Harlan seems to be afflicted with a sort of righteous ossification. He"ll have to have his lesson, that"s all!"
The young man was not in the mood to accept Miss Presson"s invitation to accompany them to the hotel parlor. In the corridor he refused so brusquely that she stood and gazed at him, allowing the others to go on without her.
"You seem to be taking politics very seriously, Mr. Harlan Thornton."
"I"m taking honesty and my pledges seriously, that"s all."
"Then your honesty puts you in opposition to my father, does it, sir?"
It was said with a spark of resentment. "Do you realize how that sounds?"
"I do not say so, Miss Presson."
"But I have heard queer rumors this morning. Take a woman"s advice once, Mr. Thornton: it may be worth something, because I have seen more of this game than you have. Don"t kill your career at the outset by trying to realize an impossible ideal. It"s bad enough in love, but it"s much worse in politics!" She hurried away, joining the others.
Harlan paced the corridor impatiently, waiting for Linton to come out.
Few men of the hundreds thronging past recognized him, and he was not accosted.
He caught fragments of talk. It was evident that the rumor concerning Spinney had found as many disbelievers as believers. Some charged that the story was started simply for the purpose of hurting the reform candidate by decrying his strength and inducing the wavering opportunists to come over to the winning side. Others said a trade had been effected, and that the story of it had leaked out prematurely. At any rate, the buzz of gossip showed that the situation was badly mixed.
Linton came alone. He had left the Duke and the chairman in conference.
He took Harlan by the arm, and walked to the end of the corridor. They were alone there.
"Of course you know how I came to be in on the Waymouth side," he began, promptly. "Once I was in I didn"t propose to quit so long as there was any hope. I did what mighty few young men in politics would do, Mr.
Thornton--I stood out last night against Presson and your grandfather when they dropped the General. I just say that to show you I"m not a cur. But it"s hopeless. The thing has turned completely over."
"You"re going to desert the General?"
"It isn"t desertion. That isn"t a word that belongs in this situation.
General Waymouth will not call it that after I"ve talked with him."
Harlan did not speak. At the breakfast-table he had been ashamed of that little gnawing feeling of rancor when he looked across at the young couple who seemed so wholly contented with their conversation. Now he indulged himself. He began to hate this young man cordially. He excused the feeling, on the ground that it was proper resentment on behalf of the General.
"I don"t want you to think that I"m disloyal or a deserter in this matter, Mr. Thornton. But I"m going to the next legislature, and I"m interested in certain measures that will help this State if they"re adopted. I can"t help General Waymouth now; you can"t help him. He has no one behind him, as the thing has turned."
"He"s got the square deal behind him!"
"Meaning nothing in a political mix-up such as this is. I can"t afford to dump all my future overboard and kill myself for the next legislature by an absolutely useless and quixotic splurge in to-day"s convention.
The General has made no canva.s.s--he isn"t even very much interested personally in the affair. I hope I stand straight with you now. I"m going up and tell the General exactly how I feel about the thing. I advise you to do the same. You"ll be very foolish to b.u.t.t your head against every political influence in this State that counts for anything. I told your grandfather--"
"I don"t want your advice in politics," blazed Harlan, letting his grudge have rein, "and I don"t thank you to tell me how to get along with my own grandfather!"
He hoped that young Mr. Linton would resent that manner of speech.
Young Mr. Linton, as stalwart as he, raised his black eyebrows, pursed his lips, and was not daunted by the outburst.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Thornton," he said, "but I fear you did not have enough sleep last night."
He started for General Waymouth"s room, and Harlan followed him. There seemed to be no other haven for the latter just then. He was hung between the political sky and earth. He had no hope left that the General could prevail over the conditions that had so suddenly presented themselves. But his loyalty was not shaken. Now it had become unreasoning loyalty, dogged determination to stick to his choice; and as he looked at Linton"s back preceding him along the corridor, he was more firmly determined than ever. Suddenly he was glad of the fact that this young man was on the other side, and he did not stop to a.n.a.lyze why he was glad it was so.
General Waymouth"s parlor was crowded with men. The size of that levee astonished the two new arrivals. The General was not in sight. He was closeted with some one in the bedroom. Harlan and Linton noted that the men in the parlor did not wear the demeanor of ordinary visitors calling to pay their respects to a "has been." Some of them were talking eagerly in bunches, some were waiting--all were serious and anxious.
General Waymouth, coming to his bedroom door to usher out three men and admit others, saw his young lieutenants. He called them to him. He was straighter. He was stern. Fires within had given his eyes the flash of youth. All his usual gentle pensiveness was gone.
"My boys," he said, earnestly, "a week ago I didn"t think I wanted to be Governor of this State again. But I want that office now with the whole strength of my soul. The devil is running our State to-day through his agents. I"ve got a duty to perform. I haven"t time now to tell you what I"ve discovered since you left my room. I want you to--"
"I ask your pardon for interrupting, General," said Linton, manfully, "but I want to be as square with you as I can. Interests that belong to others will suffer if I continue with you--things being as they are. I make haste to speak before you tell me any more. I ask to be released."
"As a soldier I might question a resignation on the eve of battle, but as a politician I want no half-heartedness in my ranks. Good-day, Mr.
Linton." He stood very erect, and his air admitted no further explanation. Linton bowed, and went out of the room.
"There is no half-heartedness here!" cried Harlan, pa.s.sionately. "Is there anything I can do, General Waymouth?"
"Go and bring Arba Spinney to this room at once. Understand the situation before you go: I have already sent men for him. He has refused to come. Tell him this is his last opportunity to save himself from such deep disgrace that it will drive him from his State. I wish I could tell you to take him by the collar and lug him here. I venture to say you have the muscle, young man. But minutes are valuable--bring him."
Harlan hurried away.
Mr. Spinney was not in evidence in the parlor of his suite, but Harlan heard his tremendous voice in the bedroom--that voice could not be softened even in an exigency.
Several men whom Harlan recognized as members of the State Committee were seated near the door; and when he approached to knock, one of them informed him that Mr. Spinney was too busy to be seen.
"But my business is important."
"What sort of business is it?"
"Is Mr. Spinney afraid of visitors?" demanded the young man. His mien impressed the men. They knew that he was Thelismer Thornton"s grandson.
They conversed among themselves in whispers. Without waiting, and before they could stay him, he flung open the door.
Spinney stopped in his discourse with several men, and faced about apprehensively. He, too, recognized the young man, and was unable to decide whether to cla.s.s him with friends or foes.
"Mr. Spinney, I have been sent to bring you with me instantly. Will you come?"
"Where?"
"It"s a matter for your ear, sir. But you must come."