The effect was instantaneous. On this one throw the machine had staked everything. That it had lost was now plain. In a day Jeff was the hero of Verden, of the state at large. His long fight for reform, the dramatic features of the shanghaing and his return, the collapse of the charges against his character, all contributed to lift him to dizzy popularity. He was the very much embarra.s.sed man of the hour.
All the power of the Transcontinental, of the old city hall gang, of the money that had been spent to corrupt the legislature, was unable to roll back the tide of public determination. White-faced a.s.semblymen sneaked into offices at midnight to return the bribe money for which they dared not deliver the goods. Two days after the report of the investigating committee Jeff"s bill pa.s.sed the Senate. Within three hours it was signed by Governor Hawley. That it would be ratified by a vote of the people and so become a part of the state const.i.tution was a foregone conclusion.
Jeff and his friends had forged the first of the tools they needed to rescue the government of the state from the control of the allied plunderers.
Part 2
In the days following her return to Verden Alice Frome devoured the newspapers as she never had before. They were full of the dramatic struggle between Jeff Farnum and the forces which hitherto had controlled the city and state. To her the battle was personal. It centered on the attacks made upon the character of her friend and his pledge to refute them.
When she read in the _Advocate_ the report of the committee Alice wept.
It was like her friend, she thought, to risk his reputation for some poor lost wanderer of the streets. Another man might have done it for the girl he loved or for the woman he had married. But with Jeff it would be for one of the least of these. There flashed into her mind an old Indian proverb she had read. "I met a hundred men on the road to Delhi, and they were all my brothers." Yes! None were too deep sunk in the mire to be brothers and sisters to Jeff Farnum.
Ever since her return Alice had known herself in disgrace with her father and that small set in which she moved. Her part in the big _World_ story had been "most regrettable." It was felt that in letting her name be mentioned beside that of one who was a thoroughly disreputable vagabond she had compromised her exclusiveness and betrayed the cause of her cla.s.s. Her friends recalled that Alice had always been a queer girl.
Her father and Ned Merrill agreed over a little luncheon at the Verden Club that girls were likely to lose themselves in sentimental foolishness and that the best way to stop such nonsense was for one to get married to a safe man. Pending this desirable issue she ought to be diverted by pleasant amus.e.m.e.nts.
The safe man offered to supply these.
Part 3
The farthest thing from Merrill"s thoughts had been to discuss with her the confounded notions she had somehow absorbed. The thing to do, of course, was to ignore them and a.s.sume everything was all right. After all, of what importance were the opinions of a girl about practical things?
How the thing cropped up he did not afterward remember, but at the thirteenth green he found himself mentioning that all reformers were out of touch with facts. They were not practical.
The smug finality of his verdict nettled her. This may or may not have been the reason she sliced her ball, quite unnecessarily. But it was probably due to her exasperation at the wasted stroke that she let him have it.
"I"m tired of that word. It means to be suicidally selfish. There"s not another word in the language so abused."
"Didn"t catch the word that annoys you," the young man smiled.
"Practical! You used it yourself. It means to tear down and not build up, to be so near-sighted you can"t see beyond your reach. Your practical man is the least hopeful member of the community. He stands only for material progress. His own, of course!"
"You sound like a Farnum editorial, Alice."
"Do I?" she flashed. "Then I"ll give you the rest of it. He--your practical man--is rutted to cla.s.s traditions. This would not be good form or respectable. That would disturb the existing order. So let"s all do nothing and agree that all"s well with the world."
Merrill greeted this outburst with a complacent smile. "It"s a pretty good world. I haven"t any fault to find with it--not this afternoon anyhow."
But Alice, serious with young care and weighted with the problems of a universe, would have none of his compliments.
"Can"t you see that there"s a--a--" She groped and found a fugitive phrase Jeff had once used--"a want of adjustment that is appalling?"
"It doesn"t appall me. I believe in the survival of the fittest."
Her eyes looked at him with scornful penetration. They went through the well-dressed, broad-shouldered exterior of him, to see a suave, gracious Pharisee of the modern world. He believed in the G.o.d-of-things-as-they-are because he was the man on horseback. He was a formalist because it paid him to be one. That was why he and his cla.s.s looked on any questioning of conditions as almost atheistic. They were born to the good things of life. Why should they doubt the ethics of a system that had dealt so kindly with them?
She gave him up. What was the use of talking about such things to him?
He had the sense of property ingrained in him. The last thing he would be likely to do was to let any altruistic ideas into his head. He would play safe. Wasn"t he a practical man?
She devoted herself to the game. To see her play was a pleasure to the eye. The long lines and graceful curves of her supple young body never appeared to better advantage than at golf. Her motions showed the sylvan freedom of the woods. Ned Merrill appreciated the long, light tread of her, the harmony of movement as of a perfect young animal, together with the fine spiritual quality that escaped her personality so unconsciously.
At the fifteenth hole he continued her education. "This country is founded upon individualism. It stands for the best chance of development possible to all its citizens. When you hamper enterprise you stop that development."
She took him up dryly. "I see. So you and father and Uncle Joe have developed your individualism at the expense of a million other people"s.
You have gobbled up franchises, forests, ore lands, coal mines, and every other opportunity worth having. As a result you"re making them your slaves and crushing out all individuality."
"Not at all. We"re really custodians for the people. We administer these things for their benefit because we are more fit to do it."
"How do you know you are?"
"The very fact that we have succeeded in getting what we have is evidence of it."
"All I can see is that our getting it and keeping it--you and I and Uncle Joe and a thousand like us--is responsible for all the poverty in the world. We"re helping to make it every time we eat a dinner we didn"t work to get."
Alice made a beautiful approach that landed her ball within four feet of the hole. Presently Merrill joined her.
"That was a dandy shot," he told her, and watched Alice hole out. "I don"t agree with you. For instance, I work as hard as other men."
"But you"re not working for the common good."
His impatience reached words. "That sort of talk is nonsense, Alice. I don"t know what has come over you of late."
She smiled provokingly and changed the subject. Why argue with him? The slant with which they got at things was different. Like her father, he had the mental rigidity that is death to open-mindedness.
Briskly she returned to small talk. "You"re only three up."
Part 4
On their way back to the club house the safe man recurred to one phase of their talk.
"You ought not to need any telling as to why I work, Alice."
She shot one swift annoyed glance at him. When Ned Merrill tried the sentimental she liked him least.
"Oh, all men like to work, I suppose. Uncle Joe says it"s half the fun of life."
"Most men work for some woman. I"m working for you," he told her solemnly.
A little giggle of laughter floated across to him.
"What are you laughing about?" he demanded.
"Oh, the things I notice. Just now it"s you, Ned."
"If you"ll explain the joke."