"Galt is afraid that what he calls "the political change of heart" won"t last," Nicholas went on, "but he knows, as I know, that I am the choice of the people and that, though a few of the leaders may distrust me, the Democratic Party as a body has entire confidence in me. You will understand that, had I doubted that the decision was free and untrammelled, I should not have accepted the nomination."
The judge nodded with a smile. "I know," he said, "and I also know that you were not born to be a politician. You will bear witness to it some day. You should have stuck to law. But have you seen Dudley?"
The younger man"s face clouded. When he spoke there was a triumphant zest in his voice. His deeply-set eyes, which had at times a peculiarly opaque quality, were now charged with light. The thick red locks flared above his brow.
"He spoke pleasantly to me after the convention," he answered. "It was a disappointment to him, I know--and I am sorry," he finished in a forced, exclamatory manner, and was silent.
The judge looked at him for a moment before he went on in his even tones.
"His wife was telling me," he said. "She was down here a week or two before the convention. It seems that they are both anxious to return to Richmond to live. She"s a fine girl, is Eugie. It was a terrible thing about that brother of hers, and she"s never recovered from it. I can"t understand how the boy came to commit such a peculiarly stupid forgery."
A flash of bitterness crossed the other"s face; his voice was hard.
"He has missed his deserts," he returned harshly.
"Oh, I don"t know, poor fellow," murmured the judge, flinching from a twinge of gout and settling his foot more carefully upon the stool. "He has been a fugitive from the State for years and a stranger to his wife and children. There was always something extraordinary in the fact that he escaped after conviction, and I suppose there was a kind of honour in his not breaking his bail. At least, that"s the way Eugie seems to regard it--and it is such a pitiful consolation that we might allow her to retain it. She tells me that Bernard"s wife has been in dest.i.tute circ.u.mstances. It"s a pity! it"s a pity! I had always hoped that Tom Battle"s boy would turn out well."
The younger man met his eyes squarely and spoke in an emotionless voice.
"I should like to see him serving his sentence," he said.
An hour later he left the judge"s house and walked out to his old home.
Since his father"s death the place had undergone repairs and improvements. The lawn had been cleared off and sown in gra.s.s, the fences had been mended, and the house had been painted white. It could never suggest prosperity, but it had a.s.sumed an appearance of comfort.
In the little room next the kitchen he heard his stepmother scolding a small negro servant, and he broke in good-humouredly upon her discourse.
"All right, ma?" he called.
Marthy Burr turned and came towards him. She had aged but little, and her gaunt figure and sharp face still showed the force of her indomitable spirit.
"I declar" if "tain"t you, Nick!" she exclaimed.
He took her in his arms and kissed her perfunctorily, for he was chary of caresses. Then he lifted Nannie"s baby from the floor and tossed it lightly.
"Nannie"s spending the day," explained his stepmother with an attempt at conversation. "She would name that child Marthy, an" it"s the best lookin" one she"s got."
The baby, a pink-cheeked atom in a blue gingham frock, made a frantic clutch at the vivid hair of the giant who held her, and set up a tearful disclaimer. Nicholas returned her to the rug, where she attempted to swallow a string of spools, and looked at his stepmother.
"Where"s that dress I sent you?" he demanded.
Marthy Burr sat down and smoothed out the creases in her purple calico.
"Laid away in camphor," she replied with a diffidence that was rapidly waning. "Marthy, if you swallow them spools, you won"t have anything to play with."
Nicholas looked about the common little room--at the coa.r.s.e lace curtains, the crude chromos, the distorted vases--and returned to his question.
"You promised me you"d wear it," he went on.
"Wear my best alpaca every day?" she demanded suspiciously. "I wouldn"t have it on more"n an hour befo" one of them worthless n.i.g.g.e.rs would have spilt bacon gravy all over it. There ain"t been no peace in this house since you sent those no "count darkies here to help me. If yo" pa was "live, he"d turn them out bag an" baggage befo" sundown. Lord, Lord, when I think of what yo" poor pa would say if he was to walk in now an"
find them creeturs in the kitchen."
Her stepson smiled.
"Now, if you"ll sit still a moment, I"ll tell you a piece of news," he said.
"You ain"t thinkin" of gettin" married, air you?" inquired Marthy Burr with sudden keenness.
"Married!" He laughed aloud. "I"ve no time for such nonsense.
Listen--no, let the baby alone, she isn"t choking. If the Powers agree, and the Democratic Party triumphs in November, I shall be Governor of Virginia on the first of January."
His stepmother looked at him in a dazed way, her glance wandering from his face to the baby with the string of spools. There was a pleased light in her eyes, but he saw that she was striving in vain to grasp the full significance of his words.
"Well, well," she said at last. "I al"ays told Amos you wa"nt no fool--but who"d have thought it!"
IV
The Capitol building at Richmond stands on a slight eminence in a gra.s.sy square, hiding its gray walls behind a stretch of elms and sycamores, as if it had retreated into historic shadow before the ruthless advance of the spirit of modernism. In the centre of the square, whose brilliant green slopes are intersected by gravelled walks that shine silver in the sunlight, the grave old building remains the one distinctive feature of a city where Iconoclasm has walked with destroying feet.
A few years ago--so few that it is within the memory of the very young--the streets leading from the Capitol were the streets of a Southern town--bordered by hospitable Southern houses set in gardens where old-fashioned flowers bloomed. Now the gardens are gone and the houses are outgrown. Progress has pa.s.sed, and in its wake there have sprung up obvious structures of red brick with brownstone tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs. The young trees leading off into avenues of shade soften the harshness of an architecture which would become New York, and which belongs as much to Ma.s.sachusetts as to Virginia.
The very girls who, on past summer afternoons, flitted in bareheaded loveliness from door to door, have changed with the changing times. The loveliness is perhaps more striking, less distinctive; with the flower-like heads have pa.s.sed the old grace and the old dependence, and the undulatory walk has quickened into buoyant briskness. It is all modern--as modern as the red brick walls that are building where a quaint mansion has fallen.
But in the Capitol Square one forgets to-day and relives yesterday.
Beneath the calm eyes of the warlike statue of the First American little children chase gray squirrels across the gra.s.s, and infant carriages with beruffled parasols are drawn in white and pink cl.u.s.ters beside the benches. Jefferson and Marshall, Henry and Nelson are secure in bronze when mere greatness has decayed.
To the left of the Capitol a gravelled drive leads between a short avenue of lindens to the turnstile iron gates that open before the governor"s house. Here, too, there is an atmosphere of the past and the picturesque. The lawn, dotted with chrysanthemums and rose trees, leads down from the rear of the house to a wall of grapevines that overlooks the street below. In front the yard is narrow and broken by a short circular walk, in the centre of which a thin fountain plays amid long-leaved plants. The house, grave, gray, and old-fashioned--the square side porches giving it a delusive suggestion of length--faces from its stone steps the thin fountain, the iron gates, beyond which stretches the white drive beneath the lindens, and the great bronze Washington above his bodyguard of patriots. Between the house and the city the square lies like a garden of green.
It was on a bright morning in January that Ben Galt entered one of the iron gateways of the square and walked rapidly across to the Capitol.
He ascended the steep flight of stone steps, and paused for an instant in the lobby which divided the Senate Chamber from the House of Delegates. The legislature had convened some six weeks before, and the building was humming like a vast beehive.
In the centre of the tesselated floor of the lobby, which was fitted out with rows of earthenware spittoons, stood Houdon"s statue of Washington, and upon the railing surrounding it groups of men were leaning as they talked. Occasionally a speaker would pause to send a mouthful of tobacco juice in aimless pursuit of a spittoon, or to slice off a fresh quid from the plug he carried in his pocket.
Galt, stopping behind a stout man with sandy hair, tapped him carelessly on the shoulder.
"Eh, Major?" he exclaimed.
The major turned, presenting a florid, hairy face, with small, shrewd eyes and an unpleasant mouth. His name was Rann, and he was the most important figure in the Senate. It was said of him that he had never made a speech in his life, but that he was continually speaking through the mouths of others. He could command more votes in both branches than any member of the a.s.sembly, but his ambition was confined to the leadership of the men about him; he had been in the State Senate fifteen years, and he had never tried to climb higher, though it was reported that he had sent a United States senator to Washington.
"Ah, we"ll see you oftener among us now," he said as he wheeled round, holding out a huge red hand, "since your friend sits above." He laughed, with a motion towards the ceiling, signifying the direction of the governor"s office. "By the way, I was sorry about that bill you were interested in," he went on; "upon my word I was--but we"re skittish just now on the subject of corporations. Charters are dangerous things--you can"t tell where they"re leading you, eh?--but, on my word, I was sorry."
"So was I," responded Galt with peculiar dryness--adding, with the frankness for which he was liked and hated, "I"d been dining that committee for weeks. Seven of them swore to back me through, and the eighth man said he"d go as the others went. My mind was so easy I lost sight of them for six hours, and every man John of them voted against the bill. I believe you got in a little work in those six hours."
Rann laughed and lowered one puffy eyelid in a blandly unembarra.s.sed wink. "Oh, we don"t like corporations," he replied, "I think I remarked as much. How-de-do, Colonel? Where"d you dine last night? Missed you at table."