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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Elder Conklin and Other Stories + +Author: Frank Harris + + +Release Date: December, 2004 [EBook #7153] +This file was first posted on March 18, 2003 +Last Updated: March 8, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ELDER CONKLIN AND OTHER STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by Blain Nelson, Eric Eldred, Charles Franks and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + ELDER CONKLIN + </h1> + <h2> + AND OTHER STORIES + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Frank Harris + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h4> + New York <br /> <br /> Macmillan And Co. <br /> <br /> And London 1894 <br /> + <br /> <i>All rights reserved</i> <br /> <br /> COPYRIGHT, 1894, <br /> <br /> + BY MACMILLAN AND CO. + </h4> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> ELDER CONKLIN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> THE SHERIFF AND HIS PARTNER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> A MODERN IDYLL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> EATIN' CROW </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE BEST MAN IN GAROTTE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> GULMORE, THE BOSS </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ELDER CONKLIN. + </h2> + <p> + As soon as the Elder left the supper-table his daughter and the new + schoolmaster went out on the stoop or verandah which ran round the + frame-house. The day had been warm, but the chilliness of the evening air + betokened the near approach of the Indian summer. The house stood upon the + crest of what had been a roll in the prairie, and as the two leant + together on the railing of the stoop, they looked out over a small orchard + of peach-trees to where, a couple of hundred yards away, at the foot of + the bluff, Cottonwood Creek ran, fringed on either bank by the trees which + had suggested its name. On the horizon to their right, away beyond the + spears of yellow maize, the sun was sinking, a ball of orange fire against + the rose mist of the sky. When the girl turned towards him, perhaps to + avoid the level rays, Bancroft expressed the hope that she would go with + him to the house-warming. A little stiffly Miss Conklin replied that she'd + be pleased, but— + </p> + <p> + “What have I done, Miss Loo, to offend you?” the young man spoke + deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + “Nothin', I guess,” she answered, with assumed indifference. + </p> + <p> + “When I first came you were so kind and helped me in everything. Now for + the last two or three days you seem cold and sarcastic, as if you were + angry with me. I'd be sorry if that were so—very sorry.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you ask Jessie Stevens to go with you to the house-warmin'?” was + the girl's retort. + </p> + <p> + “I certainly didn't ask her,” he replied hotly. “You must know I didn't.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Seth lied!” exclaimed Miss Conklin. “But I guess he'll not try that + again with me—Seth Stevens I mean. He wanted me to go with him + to-night, and I didn't give him the mitten, as I should if I'd thought you + were goin' to ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “What does 'giving the mitten' mean?” he questioned, with a puzzled air. + </p> + <p> + “Why, jest the plainest kind of refusal, I guess; but I only told him I + was afraid I'd have to go with you, seein' you were a stranger. 'Afraid,'” + she repeated, as if the word stung her. “But he'll lose nothin' by + waitin', nothin'. You hear me talk.” And her eyes flashed. + </p> + <p> + As she drew herself up in indignation, Bancroft thought he had never seen + any one so lovely. “A perfect Hebe,” he said to himself, and started as if + he had said the words aloud. The comparison was apt. Though Miss Loo + Conklin was only seventeen, her figure had all the ripeness of womanhood, + and her height—a couple of inches above the average—helped to + make her look older than she was. Her face was more than pretty; it was, + in fact, as beautiful as youth, good features, and healthy colouring could + make it. A knotted mass of chestnut hair set off the shapely head: the + large blue eyes were deepened by dark lashes. The underlip, however, was a + little full, and the oval of the face through short curve of jaw a trifle + too round. Her companion tried in vain to control the admiration of his + gaze. Unelated by what she felt to be merely her due, Miss Conklin was + silent for a time. At length she observed: + </p> + <p> + “I guess I'll have to go and fix up.” + </p> + <p> + Just then the Elder appeared on the stoop. “Ef you're goin',” he said in + the air, as his daughter swept past him into the house, “you'd better + hitch Jack up to the light buggy.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said the schoolmaster; and for the sake of saying something, + he added, “What a fine view.” The Elder paused but did not answer; he saw + nothing remarkable in the landscape except the Indian corn and the fruit, + and the words “fine view” conveyed no definite meaning to him; he went on + towards the stables. + </p> + <p> + The taciturnity of the Elder annoyed Bancroft excessively. He had now + passed a couple of weeks as a boarder with the Conklins, and the Elder's + unconscious rudeness was only one of many peculiarities that had brought + him to regard these Western folk as belonging almost to a distinct + species. George Bancroft was an ordinary middle-class Bostonian. He had + gone through the University course with rather more than average success, + and had the cant of unbounded intellectual sympathies. His self-esteem, + however, was not based chiefly on his intelligence, but on the ease with + which he reached a conventional standard of conduct. Not a little of his + character showed itself in his appearance. In figure he was about the + middle height, and strongly though sparely built. The head was + well-proportioned; the face a lean oval; the complexion sallow; the hair + and small moustache very dark; the brown eyes inexpressive and close-set, + revealing a tendency to suspiciousness—Bancroft prided himself on + his prudence. A certain smartness of dress and a conscious carriage + discovered a vanity which, in an older man, would have been fatuous. A + large or a sensitive nature would in youth, at least, have sought + unconsciously to bring itself into sympathy with strange surroundings, but + Bancroft looked upon those who differed from him in manners or conduct as + inferior, and this presumption in regard to the Conklins was strengthened + by his superiority in book-learning, the importance of which he had been + trained to over-estimate. + </p> + <p> + During their drive Miss Conklin made her companion talk of Eastern life; + she wanted to know what Chicago was like, and what people did in New York. + Stirred by her eager curiosity, Bancroft sketched both cities in hasty + outline, and proceeded to tell what he had read and heard of Paris, and + Rome, and London. But evidently the girl was not interested by his praise + of the art-life of European capitals or their historical associations; she + cut short his disquisition: + </p> + <p> + “See here! When I first seed you an' knew you was raised in Boston, an' + had lived in New York, I jest thought you no account for comin' to this + jumpin'-off place. Why did you come to Kansas, anyway, and what did you + reckon upon doin'? I guess you ain't goin' to teach school always.” + </p> + <p> + The young man flushed under the frankness of the girl's gaze and question, + and what appeared like contempt in her opinion of him. Again he became + painfully conscious that there was a wide social difference between Miss + Conklin and himself. He had been accustomed to more reticence, and such + direct questioning seemed impertinent. But he was so completely under the + spell of her beauty, that he answered with scarcely visible hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “I came out here because I wanted to study law, and wasn't rich enough to + do it in the East. This school was the first position offered to me. I had + to take it, but I intend, after a term or two, to find a place in a + lawyer's office in some town, and get admitted to practice. If I'd had + fifteen hundred dollars I could have done that in Boston or New York, but + I suppose it will all come right in time.” + </p> + <p> + “If I'd been you I'd have stayed in New York,” and then, clasping her + hands on her knee, and looking intently before her, she added, “When I get + to New York—an' that won't be long—I'll stay there, you bet! I + guess New York's good enough for me. There's style there,” and she nodded + her head decisively as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + Miss Loo and Bancroft were among the latest arrivals at the Morrises'. She + stood beside him while he hitched Jack to a post of the fence amidst a + crowd of other horses, and they entered the house together. In due form + she presented the schoolmaster to Mr. and Mrs. Morris, and smilingly + produced three linen tablecloths as her contribution to the warming. After + accepting the present with profuse thanks and unmeasured praise of it and + of the giver, Mrs. Morris conducted the newcomers across the passage into + the best sitting-room, which the young folk had already appropriated, + leaving the second-best room to their elders. + </p> + <p> + In the small square apartment were some twenty boys and girls, ranging + between sixteen and twenty-two years of age. The boys stood about at one + end of the room, while the girls sat at the other end chattering and + enjoying themselves. Bancroft did not go among those of his own sex, none + of whom he knew, and whom he set down as mere uncouth lads. He found it + more amusing to stand near the girls and talk with them. By so doing he + unconsciously offended the young men. + </p> + <p> + Presently a tall youth came towards them: + </p> + <p> + “I guess we'd better play somethin'?” + </p> + <p> + “Forfeits! Mr. Stevens,” was a girl's quick reply, and it was arranged to + play forfeits in a queer educational fashion. First of all Mr. Stevens + left the room, presumably to think. When he came in again he went over to + Miss Conklin and asked her to spell “forgive.” After a moment's pause she + spelt it correctly. He retired slowly, and on his return stopped again in + front of Miss Conklin with the word “reconciliation.” She withstood the + test triumphantly. Annoyed apparently with the pains she took, Mr. + Stevens, on his next entrance, turned to a pretty, quiet girl named Miss + Black, and gave her “stranger,” with a glance at Bancroft, which spread a + laugh among the boys. Miss Black began with “strai,” and was not allowed + to go on, for Mr. Stevens at once offered his arm, and led her into the + passage. + </p> + <p> + “What takes place outside?” asked Bancroft confidentially of the girl + sitting nearest to him, who happened to be Miss Jessie Stevens. She + replied with surprise: + </p> + <p> + “I guess they kiss each other!” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!—Now I understand,” he said to himself, and from that moment + followed the proceedings with more interest. He soon found that successive + pairs called each other out in turn, and he had begun to tire of the game, + when Miss Jessie Stevens stopped before him and pertly gave the word + “friendship.” Of course he spelt it wrongly, and accompanied her outside + the door. As he kissed her cheek, she drew away her head quickly: + </p> + <p> + “I only called you out to give you a chance of kissin' Loo Conklin.” + </p> + <p> + He thought it wiser not to reply to this, and contented himself with + thanking her as they entered the room. He paused before Miss Conklin, and + gave her “bumpkin,” adding, by way of explanation, “a rude country + fellow.” She spelt it cheerfully, without the “p.” When the mistake was + made plain to her, which took some little time, she accepted his arm, and + went with him into the passage. He kissed her more than once, murmuring, + “At last, Miss Loo!” She replied seriously: + </p> + <p> + “See here! You're goin' to get into a fuss with Seth Stevens if you call + me out often. And he's the strongest of them all. You ain't afraid? O.K. + then. I guess we'll pay him out for lyin'.” + </p> + <p> + On returning to the room, Bancroft became conscious of a thinly veiled + antagonism on the part of the young men. But he had hardly time to notice + it, when Miss Loo came in and said to him demurely, “Loo.” He spelt “You.” + Much laughter from the girls greeted the simple pleasantry. + </p> + <p> + So the game, punctuated by kisses, went on, until Miss Loo came in for the + fourth time, and stopped again before Bancroft, whereupon Seth Stevens + pushed through the crowd of young men, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Miss Loo Conklin! You know the rule is to change after three times.” + </p> + <p> + At once she moved in front of the stout youth, Richards, who had come + forward to support his friend, and said “liar!” flashing at the same time + an angry glance at Stevens. “Lire,” spelt Richards painfully, and the pair + withdrew. + </p> + <p> + Bancroft went over to the men's corner; the critical moment had come; he + measured his rival with a glance. Stevens was tall, fully six feet in + height, and though rather lank, had the bow legs and round shoulders which + often go with strength. + </p> + <p> + As he took up his new position, Stevens remarked to a companion, in a + contemptuous drawl: + </p> + <p> + “Schoolmasters kin talk an' teach, but kin they fight?” + </p> + <p> + Bancroft took it upon himself to answer, “Sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Kin you?” asked Stevens sharply, turning to him. + </p> + <p> + “Well enough.” + </p> + <p> + “We kin try that to-morrow. I'll be in the lot behind Richards' mill at + four o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll be there,” replied the schoolmaster, making his way again towards + the group of girls. + </p> + <p> + Nothing further happened until the old folk came in, and the party broke + up. Driving homewards with Miss Conklin, Bancroft began: + </p> + <p> + “How can I thank you enough for being so kind to me? You called me out + often, almost as often as I called you.” + </p> + <p> + “I did that to rile Seth Stevens.” + </p> + <p> + “And not at all to please me?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps a little,” she said, and silence fell upon them. + </p> + <p> + His caution led him to restrain himself. He was disturbed by vague doubts, + and felt the importance of a decisive word. Presently Miss Conklin spoke, + in a lower voice than usual, but with an accent of coquettish triumph in + the question: + </p> + <p> + “So you like me after all? Like me really?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you doubt it?” His accent was reproachful. “But why do you say 'after + all'?” + </p> + <p> + “You never kissed me comin' back from church last Sunday, and I showed you + the school and everythin'!” + </p> + <p> + “Might I have kissed you then? I was afraid of offending you.” + </p> + <p> + “Offendin' me? Well, I guess not! Every girl expects to be kissed when she + goes out with a man.” + </p> + <p> + “Let's make up for it now, Loo. May I call you Loo?” While speaking he + slipped his arm round her waist, and kissed her again and again. + </p> + <p> + “That's my name. But there! I guess you've made up enough already.” And + Miss Conklin disengaged herself. On reaching the house, however, she + offered her lips before getting out of the buggy. + </p> + <p> + When alone in his bedroom, Bancroft sat and thought. The events of the + evening had been annoying. Miss Loo's conduct had displeased him; he did + not like familiarity. He would not acknowledge to himself that he was + jealous. The persistent way Stevens had tried to puzzle her had disgusted + him—that was all. It was sufficiently plain that in the past she had + encouraged Stevens. Her freedom and boldness grated upon his nerves. He + condemned her with a sense of outraged delicacy. Girls ought not to make + advances; she had no business to ask him whether he liked her; she should + have waited for him to speak plainly. He only required what was right. Yet + the consciousness that she loved him flattered his vanity and made him + more tolerant; he resolved to follow her lead or to improve upon it. Why + shouldn't he? She had said “every girl expects to be kissed.” And if she + wanted to be kissed, it was the least he could do to humour her. + </p> + <p> + All the while, at the bottom of his heart there was bitterness. He would + have given much to believe that an exquisite soul animated that lovely + face. Perhaps she was better than she seemed. He tried to smother his + distrust of her, till it was rendered more acute by another reflection—she + had got him into the quarrel with Seth Stevens. He did not trouble much + about it. He was confident enough of his strength and the advantages of + his boyish training in the gymnasium to regard the trial with equanimity. + Still, the girls he had known in the East would never have set two men to + fight, never—it was not womanly. Good girls were by nature + peacemakers. There must be something in Loo, he argued, almost—vulgar, + and he shrank from the word. To lessen the sting of his disappointment, he + pictured her to himself and strove to forget her faults. + </p> + <p> + On the following morning he went to his school very early. The girls were + not as obtrusive as they had been. Miss Jessie Stevens did not bother him + by coming up every five minutes to see what he thought of her dictation, + as she had been wont to do. He was rather glad of this; it saved him + importunate glances and words, and the propinquity of girlish forms, which + had been more trying still. But what was the cause of the change? It was + evident that the girls regarded him as belonging to Miss Conklin. He + disliked the assumption; his caution took alarm; he would be more careful + in future. The forenoon melted into afternoon quietly, though there were + traces on Jake Conklin's bench of unusual agitation and excitement. To + these signs the schoolmaster paid small heed at the moment. He was + absorbed in thinking of the evening before, and in trying to appraise each + of Loo's words and looks. At last the time came for breaking up. When he + went outside to get into the buggy—he had brought Jack with him—he + noticed, without paying much attention to it, that Jake Conklin was not + there to unhitch the strap and in various other ways to give proof of a + desire to ride with him. He set off for Richards' mill, whither, needless + to say, Jake and half-a-dozen other urchins had preceded him as fast as + their legs could carry them. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was by himself the schoolmaster recognized that the affair + was known to his scholars, and the knowledge nettled him. His anger + fastened upon Loo. It was all her fault; her determination to “pay Stevens + out” had occasioned the quarrel. Well, he would fight and win, and then + have done with the girl whose lips had doubtless been given to Stevens as + often and as readily as to himself. The thought put him in a rage, while + the idea of meeting Stevens on an equality humiliated him—strife + with such a boor was in itself a degradation. And Loo had brought it + about. He could never forgive her. The whole affair was disgraceful, and + her words, “Every girl expects to be kissed when she goes out with a man,” + were vulgar and coarse! With which conclusion in his mind he turned to the + right round the section-line, and saw the mill before him. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + After the return from the house-warming, and the understanding, as she + considered it, with Bancroft, Miss Loo gave herself up to her new-born + happiness. As she lay in bed her first thought was of her lover: he was + “splendid,” whereby she meant pleasant and attractive. She wondered + remorsefully how she had taken him to be quite “homely-looking” when she + first saw him. Why, he was altogether above any one she knew—not + perhaps jest in looks, but in knowledge and in manners—he didn't + stand in the corner of the room like the rest and stare till all the girls + became uncomfortable. What did looks matter after all? Besides, he wasn't + homely, he was handsome; so he was. His eyes were lovely—she had + always liked dark eyes best—and his moustache was dark, too, and she + liked that. To be sure it wasn't very long yet, or thick, but it would + grow; and here she sighed with content. Most girls in her place would be + sorry he wasn't taller, but she didn't care for very tall men; they sorter + looked down on you. Anyway, he was strong—a pang of fear shot + suddenly through her—he might be hurt by that brute Seth Stevens on + the morrow. Oh, no. That was impossible. He was brave, she felt sure, very + brave. Still she wished they weren't going to fight; it made her uneasy to + think that she had provoked the conflict. But it couldn't be helped now; + she couldn't interfere. Besides, men were always fightin' about somethin' + or other. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Crew, the Minister, had said right off that he'd make his mark in the + world; all the girls thought so too, and that was real good. She'd have + hated a stupid, ordinary man. Fancy being married to Seth Stevens, and she + shuddered; yet he was a sight better than any of the others; he had even + seemed handsome to her once. Ugh! Then Bancroft's face came before her + again, and remembering his kisses she flushed and grew hot from head to + foot. They would be married soon—right off. As George hadn't the + money, her father must give what he could and they'd go East. Her father + wouldn't refuse, though he'd feel bad p'r'aps; he never refused her + anythin'. If fifteen hundred dollars would be enough for George alone, + three thousand would do for both of them. Once admitted as a lawyer, he + would get a large practice: he was so clever and hard-working. She was + real glad that she'd be the means of giving him the opportunity he wanted + to win riches and position. But he must begin in New York. She would help + him on, and she'd see New York and all the shops and elegant folk, and + have silk dresses. They'd live in a hotel and get richer and richer, and + she'd drive about with—here she grew hot again. The vision, however, + was too entrancing to be shut out; she saw herself distinctly driving in + an open carriage, with a negro nurse holding the baby all in laces in + front, “jest too cute for anythin',” and George beside her, and every one + in Fifth Avenue starin'. + </p> + <p> + Sleep soon brought confusion into her picture of a happy future; but when + she awoke, the glad confidence of the previous night had given place to + self-reproach and fear. During the breakfast she scarcely spoke or lifted + her eyes. Her silent preoccupation was misunderstood by Bancroft; he took + it to mean that she didn't care what happened to him; she was selfish, he + decided. All the morning she went about the house in a state of nervous + restlessness, and at dinner-time her father noticed her unusual pallor and + low spirits. To the Elder, the meal-times were generally a source of + intense pleasure. He was never tired of feasting his eyes upon his + daughter when he could do so without attracting attention, and he listened + to her fluent obvious opinions on men and things with a fulness of pride + and joy which was difficult to divine since his keenest feelings never + stirred the impassibility of his features. He had small power of + expressing his thoughts, and even in youth he had felt it impossible to + render in words any deep emotion. For more than forty years the fires of + his nature had been “banked up.” Reticent and self-contained, he appeared + to be hard and cold; yet his personality was singularly impressive. About + five feet ten in height, he was lean and sinewy, with square shoulders and + muscles of whipcord. His face recalled the Indian type; the same prominent + slightly beaked nose, high cheek bones and large knot of jaw. But there + the resemblance ended. The eyes were steel-blue; the upper lip long; the + mouth firm; short, bristly, silver hair stood up all over his head, in + defiant contrast to the tanned, unwrinkled skin. He was clean-shaven, and + looked less than his age, which was fifty-eight. + </p> + <p> + All through the dinner he wondered anxiously what could so affect his + daughter, and how he could find out without intruding himself upon her + confidence. His great love for his child had developed in the Elder subtle + delicacies of feeling which are as the fragrance of love's humility. In + the afternoon Loo, dressed for walking, met him, and, of her own accord, + began the conversation: + </p> + <p> + “Father, I want to talk to you.” + </p> + <p> + The Elder put down the water-bucket he had been carrying, and drew the + shirt-sleeves over his nervous brown arms, whether out of unconscious + modesty or simple sense of fitness it would be impossible to say. She went + on hesitatingly, “I want to know—Do you think Mr. Bancroft's strong, + stronger than—Seth Stevens?” + </p> + <p> + The Elder gave his whole thought to the problem. “P'r'aps,” he said, after + a pause, in which he had vainly tried to discover how his daughter wished + him to answer, “p'r'aps; he's older and more sot. There ain't much + difference, though. In five or six years Seth'll be a heap stronger than + the schoolmaster; but now,” he added quickly, reading his daughter's face, + “he ain't man enough. He must fill out first.” + </p> + <p> + She looked up with bright satisfaction, and twining her hands round his + arm began coaxingly: + </p> + <p> + “I'm goin' to ask you for somethin', father. You know you told me that on + my birthday you'd give me most anythin' I wanted. Wall, I want somethin' + this month, not next, as soon as I can get it—a pianner. I guess the + settin'-room would look smarter-like, an' I'd learn to play. All the girls + do East,” she added, pouting. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” the Elder agreed thoughtfully, doubting whether he should follow + her lead eastwards, “I reckon that's so. I'll see about it right off, Loo. + I oughter hev thought of it before. But now, right off,” and as he spoke + he laid his large hand with studied carelessness on her shoulder—he + was afraid that an intentional caress might be inopportune. + </p> + <p> + “I'm cert'in Mr. Bancroft's sisters play, an' I—” she looked down + nervously for a moment, and then, still blushing deeply, changed the + attack: “He's smart, ain't he, father? He'd make a good lawyer, wouldn't + he?” + </p> + <p> + “I reckon he would,” replied the Elder. + </p> + <p> + “I'm so glad,” the girl went on hurriedly, as if afraid to give herself + time to think of what she was about to say, “for, father, he wants to + study in an office East and he hain't got the money, and—oh, + father!” she threw her arms round his neck and hid her face on his + shoulder, “I want to go with him.” + </p> + <p> + The Elder's heart seemed to stop beating, but he could not hold his loved + one in his arms and at the same time realize his own pain. He stroked the + bowed head gently, and after a pause: + </p> + <p> + “He could study with Lawyer Barkman in Wichita, couldn't he? and then + you'd be to hum still. No. Wall! Thar!” and again came a pause of silence. + “I reckon, anyhow, you knew I'd help you. Didn't you now?” + </p> + <p> + His daughter drew herself out of his embrace. Recalled thus to the matter + in hand he asked: “Did he say how much money 'twould take?” + </p> + <p> + “Two or three thousand dollars”—and she scanned his face anxiously—“for + studyin' and gettin' an office and everythin' in New York. Things are + dearer there.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall, I guess we kin about cover that with a squeeze. It'll be full all I + kin manage to onc't—that and the pianner. I've no one to think of + but you, Loo, only you. That's what I've bin workin' for, to give you a + fair start, and I'm glad I kin jess about do it. I'd sorter take it better + if he'd done the studyin' by himself before. No! wall, it don't make much + difference p'r'aps. Anyway he works, and Mr. Crew thinks him enough + eddicated even for the Ministry. He does, and that's a smart lot. I guess + he'll get along all right.” Delighted with the expression of intent + happiness in his daughter's eyes, he continued: “He's young yet, and + couldn't be expected to hev done the studyin' and law and everythin'. You + kin be sartin that the old man'll do all he knows to help start you fair. + All I kin. If you're sot upon it! That's enough fer me, I guess, ef you're + rale sot on it, and you don't think 'twould be better like to wait a + little. He could study with Barkman fer a year anyway without losin' time. + No! wall, wall. I'm right thar when you want me. I'll go to work to do + what I kin.... + </p> + <p> + “P'r'aps we might sell off and go East, too. The farm's worth money now + it's all settled up round hyar. The mother and me and Jake could get + along, I reckon, East or West. I know more'n I did when I came out in '59. + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad you've told me. I think a heap more of him now. There must be a + pile of good in any one you like, Loo. Anyhow he's lucky.” And he stroked + her crumpled dress awkwardly, but with an infinite tenderness. + </p> + <p> + “I've got to go now, father,” she exclaimed, suddenly remembering the + time. “But there!”—and again she threw her arms round his neck and + kissed him. “You've made me very happy. I've got to go right off, and + you've all the chores to do, so I mustn't keep you any longer.” + </p> + <p> + She hurried to the road along which Jake would have to come with the news + of the fight. When she reached the top of the bluff whence the road fell + rapidly to the creek, no one was in sight. She sat down and gave herself + up to joyous anticipations. + </p> + <p> + “What would George say to her news? Where should they be married?”——a + myriad questions agitated her. But a glance down the slope from time to + time checked her pleasure. At last she saw her brother running towards + her. He had taken off his boots and stockings; they were slung round his + neck, and his bare feet pattered along in the thick, white dust of the + prairie track. His haste made his sister's heart beat in gasps of fear. + Down the hill she sped, and met him on the bridge. + </p> + <p> + “Wall?” she asked quietly, but the colour had left her cheeks, and Jake + was not to be deceived so easily. + </p> + <p> + “Wall what?” he answered defiantly, trying to get breath. “I hain't said + nothin'.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you mean boy!” she cried indignantly. “I'll never help you again when + father wants to whip you—never! Tell me this minute what happened. + Is <i>he</i> hurt?” + </p> + <p> + “Is who hurt?” asked her brother, glorying in superiority of knowledge, + and the power to tease with impunity. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me right off,” she said, taking him by the collar in her + exasperation, “or—” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you nothin' till you leave go of me,” was the sullen reply. But + then the overmastering impulse ran away with him, and he broke out: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Loo! I jest seed everythin'. 'Twar a high old fight! They wuz all + there, Seth Stevens, Richards, Monkey Bill—all of 'em, when + schoolmaster rode up. He was still—looked like he wanted to hear a + class recite. He hitched up Jack and come to 'em, liftin' his hat. Oh, + 'twas O.K., you bet! Then they took off their clo's. Seth Stevens jerked + hisn loose on the ground, but schoolmaster stood by himself, and folded + hisn up like ma makes me fold mine at night. Then they comed together and + Seth Stevens he jest drew off and tried to land him one, but schoolmaster + sorter moved aside and took him on the nose, an' Seth he sot down, with + the blood runnin' all over him. An'—an'—that's all. Every time + Seth Stevens hauled off to hit, schoolmaster was thar first. It war bully!—That's + all. An' I seed everythin'. You kin bet your life on that! An' then + Richards and the rest come to him an' said as how Seth Stevens was + faintin', an' schoolmaster he ran to the crick an' brought water and put + over him. An' then I runned to tell you—schoolmaster's strong, I + guess, stronger nor pappa. I seed him put on his vest, an' Seth Stevens he + was settin' up, all blood and water on his face, streaky like; he did look + bad. But, Loo——say, Loo! Why didn't schoolmaster when he got + him down the first time, jest stomp on his face with his heels?—he + had his boots on—an' that's how Seth Stevens broke Tom Cooper's jaw + when <i>they</i> fit.” + </p> + <p> + The girl was white, and trembling from head to foot as the boy ended his + narrative, and looked inquiringly into her face. She could not answer. + Indeed, she had hardly heard the question. The thought of what might have + happened to her lover appalled her, and terror and remorse held her heart + as in a vice. But oh!—and the hot tears came into her eyes—she'd + tell him when they met how sorry she was for it all, and how bad she had + been, and how she hated herself. She had acted foolish, very; but she + hadn't meant it. She'd be more careful in future, much more careful. How + brave he was and kind! How like him it was to get the water! Oh! if he'd + only come. + </p> + <p> + All this while Jake looked at her curiously; at length he said, “Say, Loo, + s'pose he'd had his eye plugged out.” + </p> + <p> + “Go away—do!” she exclaimed angrily. “I believe you boys jest love + fightin' like dogs.” + </p> + <p> + Jake disappeared to tell and retell the tale to any one who cared to + listen. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later Loo, who had climbed the bluff to command the view, + heard the sound of Jack's feet on the wooden bridge. A moment or two more + and the buggy drew up beside her; the schoolmaster bent forward and spoke, + without a trace of emotion in his voice: + </p> + <p> + “Won't you get in and let me drive you home, Miss Loo?” His victory had + put him in a good humour, without, however, altering his critical estimate + of the girl. The quiet, controlled tone of his voice chilled and pained + her, but her emotions were too recent and too acute to be restrained. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, George!” she said, leaning forward against the buggy, and scanning + his face intently. “How can you speak so? You ain't hurt, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” he answered lightly. “You didn't expect I should be, did you?” The + tone was cold, a little sarcastic even. + </p> + <p> + Again she felt hurt; she scarcely knew why; the sneer was too far-fetched + for her to understand it. + </p> + <p> + “Go and put the horse up, and then come back. I'll wait right here for + you.” + </p> + <p> + He did as he was told, and in ten minutes was by her side again. After a + long pause, she began, with quivering lips: + </p> + <p> + “George, I'm sorry—so sorry. 'Twas all my fault! But I didn't know”—and + she choked down a sob—“I didn't think. + </p> + <p> + “I want you to tell me how your sisters act and—an' what they wear + and do. I'll try to act like them. Then I'd be good, shouldn't I? + </p> + <p> + “They play the pianner, don't they?” He was forced to confess that one of + them did. + </p> + <p> + “An' they talk like you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “An' they're good always? Oh, George, I'm jest too sorry for anythin', an' + now—now I'm too glad!” and she burst into tears. He kissed and + consoled her as in duty bound. He understood this mood as little as he had + understood her challenge to love. He was not in sympathy with her; she had + no ideal of conduct, no notion of dignity. Some suspicion of this + estrangement must have dawned upon the girl, or else she was irritated by + his acquiescence in her various phases of self-humiliation. All at once + she dashed the tears from her eyes, and winding herself out of his arms, + exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “See here, George Bancroft! I'll jest learn all they know—pianner + and all. I ken, and I will. I'll begin right now. You'll see!” And her + blue eyes flashed with the glitter of steel, while her chin was thrown up + in defiant vanity and self-assertion. + </p> + <p> + He watched her with indifferent curiosity; the abrupt changes of mood + repelled him. His depreciatory thoughts of her, his resolution not to be + led away again by her beauty influencing him, he noticed the keen hardness + of the look, and felt, perhaps out of a spirit of antagonism, that he + disliked it. + </p> + <p> + After a few quieting phrases, which, though they sprang rather from the + head than the heart, seemed to achieve their aim, he changed the subject, + by pointing across the creek and asking: + </p> + <p> + “Whose corn is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Father's, I guess!” + </p> + <p> + “I thought that was the Indian territory?” + </p> + <p> + “It is!” + </p> + <p> + “Is one allowed to sow corn there and to fence off the ground? Don't the + Indians object?” + </p> + <p> + “'Tain't healthy for Indians about here,” she answered carelessly, “I + hain't ever seen one. I guess it's allowed; anyhow, the corn's there an' + father'll have it cut right soon.” + </p> + <p> + It seemed to Bancroft that they had not a thought in common. Wrong done by + her own folk did not even interest her. At once he moved towards the + house, and the girl followed him, feeling acutely disappointed and + humiliated, which state of mind quickly became one of rebellious + self-esteem. She guessed that other men thought big shucks of her anyway. + And with this reflection she tried to comfort herself. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + A week or ten days later, Bancroft came downstairs one morning early and + found the ground covered with hoar-frost, though the sun had already + warmed the air. Elder Conklin, in his shirt-sleeves, was cleaning his + boots by the wood pile. When he had finished with the brush, but not a + moment sooner, he put it down near his boarder. His greeting, a mere nod, + had not prepared the schoolmaster for the question: + </p> + <p> + “Kin you drive kyows?” + </p> + <p> + “I think so; I've done it as a boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall, to-day's Saturday. There ain't no school, and I've some cattle to + drive to the scales in Eureka. They're in the brush yonder, ef you'd help. + That is, supposin' you've nothin' to do.” + </p> + <p> + “No. I've nothing else to do, and shall be glad to help you if I can.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Loo pouted when she heard that her lover would be away the greater + part of the day, but it pleased her to think that her father had asked him + for his help, and she resigned herself, stipulating only that he should + come right back from Eureka. + </p> + <p> + After breakfast the two started. Their way lay along the roll of ground + which looked down upon the creek. They rode together in silence, until the + Elder asked: + </p> + <p> + “You ain't a Member, air you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “That's bad. I kinder misdoubted it las' Sunday; but I wasn't sartin. Ef + your callin' and election ain't sure, I guess Mr. Crew oughter talk to + you.” + </p> + <p> + These phrases were jerked out with long pauses separating them, and then + the Elder was ominously silent. + </p> + <p> + In various ways Bancroft attempted to draw him into conversation—in + vain. The Elder answered in monosyllables, or not at all. Presently he + entered the woods on the left, and soon halted before the shoot-entrance + to a roughly-built corral. + </p> + <p> + “The kyows is yonder,” he remarked; “ef you'll drive them hyar, I'll count + them as they come in.” + </p> + <p> + The schoolmaster turned his horse's head in the direction pointed out. He + rode for some minutes through the wood without seeing a single animal. + Under ordinary circumstances this would have surprised him; but now he was + absorbed in thinking of Conklin and his peculiarities, wondering at his + habit of silence and its cause: + </p> + <p> + “Has he nothing to say? Or does he think a great deal without being able + to find words to express his thoughts?” + </p> + <p> + A prolonged moan, a lowing of cattle in pain, came to his ears. He made + directly for the sound, and soon saw the herd huddled together by the + snake-fence which zigzagged along the bank of the creek. He went on till + he came to the boundary fence which ran at right angles to the water, and + then turning tried to drive the animals towards the corral. He met, + however, with unexpected difficulties. He had brought a stock-whip with + him, and used it with some skill, though without result. The bullocks and + cows swerved from the lash, but before they had gone ten yards they + wheeled and bolted back. At first this manoeuvre amused him. The Elder, he + thought, has brought me to do what he couldn't do himself; I'll show him I + can drive. But no! in spite of all his efforts, the cattle would not be + driven. He grew warm, and set himself to the work. In a quarter of an hour + his horse was in a lather, and his whip had flayed one or two of the + bullocks, but there they stood again with necks outstretched towards the + creek, lowing piteously. He could not understand it. Reluctantly he made + up his mind to acquaint the Elder with the inexplicable fact. He had gone + some two hundred yards when his tired horse stumbled. Holding him up, + Bancroft saw he had tripped over a mound of white dust. A thought struck + him. He threw himself off the horse, and tasted the stuff; he was right; + it was salt! No wonder he could not drive the cattle; no wonder they lowed + as if in pain—the ground had been salted. + </p> + <p> + He remounted and hastened to the corral. He found the Elder sitting on his + horse by the shoot, the bars of which were down. + </p> + <p> + “I can't move those cattle!” + </p> + <p> + “You said you knew how to drive.” + </p> + <p> + “I do, but they are mad with thirst; no one can do anything with them. + Besides, in this sun they might die on the road.” + </p> + <p> + “Hum.” + </p> + <p> + “Let them drink; they'll go on afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + “Hum.” And the Elder remained for some moments silent. Then he said, as if + thinking aloud: “It's eight miles to Eureka; they'll be thirsty again + before they get to the town.” + </p> + <p> + Bancroft, too, had had his wits at work, and now answered the other's + thought. “I guess so; if they're allowed just a mouthful or two they can + be driven, and long before they reach Eureka they'll be as thirsty as + ever.” + </p> + <p> + Without a word in reply the Elder turned his horse and started off at a + lope. In ten minutes the two men had taken down the snake fence for a + distance of some fifty yards, and the cattle had rushed through the gap + and were drinking greedily. + </p> + <p> + After they had had a deep draught or two, Bancroft urged his horse into + the stream and began to drive them up the bank. They went easily enough + now, and ahead of them rode the Elder, his long whitey-brown holland coat + fluttering behind him. In half an hour Bancroft had got the herd into the + corral. The Elder counted the three hundred and sixty-two beasts with + painstaking carefulness as they filed by. + </p> + <p> + The prairie-track to Eureka led along the creek, and in places ran close + to it without any intervening fence. In an hour under that hot October sun + the cattle had again become thirsty, and it needed all Bancroft's energy + and courage to keep them from dashing into the water. Once or twice indeed + it was a toss-up whether or not they would rush over him. He was nearly + exhausted when some four hours after the start they came in sight of the + little town. Here he let the herd into the creek. Glad of the rest, he sat + on his panting horse and wiped the perspiration from his face. After the + cattle had drunk their fill, he moved them quietly along the road, while + the water dripped from their mouths and bodies. At the scales the Elder + met the would-be purchaser, who as soon as he caught sight of the stock + burst into a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Say, Conklin,” he cried out, “I guess you've given them cattle enough to + drink, but I don't buy water for meat. No, sir; you bet, I don't.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't allow you would,” replied the Elder gravely; “but the track was + long and hot; so they drank in the crik.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” resumed the dealer, half disarmed by this confession, which served + the Elder's purpose better than any denial could have done, “I guess + you'll take off fifty pound a head for that water.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess not,” was the answer. “Twenty pound of water's reckoned to be + about as much as a kyow kin drink.” + </p> + <p> + The trading began and continued to Bancroft's annoyance for more than half + an hour. At last it was settled that thirty pounds' weight should be + allowed on each beast for the water it had drunk. When this conclusion had + been arrived at, it took but a few minutes to weigh the animals and pay + the price agreed upon. + </p> + <p> + The Elder now declared himself ready to go “to hum” and get somethin' to + eat. In sullen silence Bancroft remounted, and side by side they rode + slowly towards the farm. The schoolmaster's feelings may easily be + imagined. He had been disgusted by the cunning and hypocrisy of the trick, + and the complacent expression of the Elder's countenance irritated him + intensely. As he passed place after place where the cattle had given him + most trouble in the morning, anger took possession of him, and at length + forced itself to speech. + </p> + <p> + “See here, Elder Conklin!” he began abruptly, “I suppose you call yourself + a Christian. You look down on me because I'm not a Member. Yet, first of + all, you salt cattle for days till they're half mad with thirst, then + after torturing them by driving them for hours along this road side by + side with water, you act lies with the man you've sold them to, and end up + by cheating him. You know as well as I do that each of those steers had + drunk sixty-five pounds' weight of water at least; so you got” (he + couldn't use the word “stole” even in his anger, while the Elder was + looking at him) “more than a dollar a head too much. That's the kind of + Christianity you practise. I don't like such Christians, and I'll leave + your house as soon as I can. I am ashamed that I didn't tell the dealer + you were deceiving him. I feel as if I had been a party to the cheat.” + </p> + <p> + While the young man was speaking the Elder looked at him intently. At + certain parts of the accusation Conklin's face became rigid, but he said + nothing. A few minutes later, having skirted the orchard, they dismounted + at the stable-door. + </p> + <p> + After he had unsaddled his horse and thrown it some Indian corn, Bancroft + hastened to the house; he wanted to be alone. On the stoop he met Loo and + said to her hastily: + </p> + <p> + “I can't talk now, Loo; I'm tired out and half crazy. I must go to my room + and rest. After supper I'll tell you everything. Please don't keep me + now.” + </p> + <p> + Supper that evening was a silent meal. The Elder did not speak once; the + two young people were absorbed in their own reflections, and Mrs. + Conklin's efforts to make talk were effectual only when she turned to + Jake. Mrs. Conklin, indeed, was seldom successful in anything she + attempted. She was a woman of fifty, or thereabouts, and her face still + showed traces of former good looks, but the light had long left her round, + dark eyes, and the colour her cheeks, and with years her figure had grown + painfully thin. She was one of the numerous class who delight in taking + strangers into their confidence. Unappreciated, as a rule, by those who + know them, they seek sympathy from polite indifference or curiosity. + Before he had been a day in the house Bancroft had heard from Mrs. Conklin + all about her early life. Her father had been a large farmer in Amherst + County, Massachusetts; her childhood had been comfortable and happy: “We + always kept one hired man right through the winter, and in summer often + had eight and ten; and, though you mightn't think it now, I was the belle + of all the parties.” Dave (her husband) had come to work for her father, + and she had taken a likin' to him, though he was such a “hard case.” She + told of Dave's gradual conversion and of the Revivalist Minister, who was + an Abolitionist as well, and had proclaimed the duty of emigrating to + Kansas to prevent it from becoming a slave state. Dave, it appeared, had + taken up the idea zealously, and had persuaded her to go with him. Her + story became pathetic in spite of her self-pity as she related the + hardships of that settlement in the wilds, and described her loneliness, + her shivering terror when her husband was away hauling logs for their + first home, and news came that the slave-traders from Missouri had made + another raid upon the scattered Abolitionist farmers. The woman had + evidently been unfit for such rude transplanting. She dwelt upon the fact + that her husband had never understood her feelings. If he had, she + wouldn't have minded so much. Marriage was not what girls thought; she had + not been happy since she left her father's house, and so forth. The lament + was based on an unworthy and futile egoism, but her whining timidity + appeared to Bancroft inexplicable. He did not see that just as a shrub + pales and dies away under the branches of a great tree, so a weak nature + is apt to be further enfeebled by association with a strong and + self-contained character. In those early days of loneliness and danger the + Elder's steadfastness and reticence had prevented him from affording to + his wife the sympathy which might have enabled her to overcome her fears. + “He never talked anythin' over with me,” was the burden of her complaint. + Solitude had killed every power in her save vanity, and the form her + vanity took was peculiarly irritating to her husband, and in a lesser + degree to her daughter, for neither the Elder nor Loo would have founded + self-esteem on adventitious advantages of upbringing. Accordingly, Mrs. + Conklin was never more than an uncomfortable shadow in her own house, and + this evening her repeated attempts to bring about a semblance of + conversation only made the silence and preoccupation of the others + painfully evident. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the supper things were cleared away, Loo signalled to Bancroft + to accompany her to the stoop, where she asked him what had happened. + </p> + <p> + “I insulted the Elder,” he said, “and I told him I should leave his house + as soon as I could.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't mean that!” she exclaimed. “You must take that back, George. + I'll speak to pappa; he'll mind me.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” he replied firmly; “speaking won't do any good. I've made up my + mind. It's impossible for me to stay here.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don't care for me. But that's not so. Say it's not so, George. + Say you'll stay—and I'll come down this evening after the old folks + have gone to bed, and sit with you. There!” + </p> + <p> + Of course the man yielded to a certain extent, the pleading face upturned + to his was too seductive to be denied, but he would not promise more than + that he would tell her what had taken place, and consult with her. + </p> + <p> + Shortly after nine o'clock, as usual, Mr. and Mrs. Conklin retired. Half + an hour later Bancroft and Loo were seated together in the corner of the + back stoop. They sat like lovers, his arm about her waist, while he told + his story. She expressed relief; she had feared it would be much worse; he + had only to say he didn't mean anythin', and she'd persuade her father to + forget and forgive. But the schoolmaster would not consent to that. He had + meant and did mean every word, and could take back nothing. And when she + appealed to his affection, he could only repeat that he'd think it over. + “You know I like you, Loo, but I can't do impossibilities. It's + unfortunate, perhaps, but it's done and can't be undone.” And then, + annoyed at being pressed further, he thought they had better go in: it was + very cold; she'd catch a chill if she stayed longer, and there was no + sense in that. The girl, seeing that her pleading was of no avail, grew + angry; his love was good enough to talk about, but it could not be worth + much if he denied her so little a thing; it didn't matter, though, she'd + get along somehow, she guessed—here they were startled by the sound + of a door opening. Loo glided quickly round the corner of the stoop, and + entered the house. Bancroft following her heard the back door shut, and + some one go down the steps. He could not help looking to see who was on + foot at such an untimely hour, and to his surprise perceived the Elder in + a night-shirt, walking with bare feet towards the stables through the long + grass already stiff with frost. Before the white figure had disappeared + Bancroft assured himself that Loo had gone up to bed the front way. + Curiosity conquering his first impulse, which had been to follow her + example, he went after the Elder, without, however, intending to play the + spy. When he had passed through the stables and got to the top of the + slope overlooking the creek, he caught sight of the Elder twenty yards + away at the water's edge. In mute surprise he watched the old man tie his + night-shirt up under his armpits, wade into the ice-cold water, kneel + down, and begin what was evidently meant to be a prayer. His first words + were conventional, but gradually his earnestness and excitement overcame + his sense of the becoming, and he talked of what lay near his heart in + disjointed phrases. + </p> + <p> + “That young man to-day jes' jumped on me! He told me I'd plagued them + cattle half to death, and I'd acted lies and cheated Ramsdell out of three + hundred dollars. 'Twas all true. I s'pose I did plague the cattle, though + I've often been as thirsty as they were—after eatin' salt pork and + workin' all day in the sun. I didn't think of hurtin' them when I salted + the floor. But I did act to deceive Ramsdell, and I reckon I made nigh on + three hundred dollars out of the deal. 'Twas wrong. But, O God!”—and + unconsciously the old man's voice rose—“You know all my life. You + know everythin'. You know I never lied or cheated any one fer myself. I've + worked hard and honest fer more'n forty years, and always been poor. I + never troubled about it, and I don't now, but fer Loo. + </p> + <p> + “She's so pretty and young. Jes' like a flower wants sunshine, she wants + pleasure, and when she don't git it, she feels bad. She's so young and + soft. Now she wants a pile of money and a pianner, and I couldn't git it + fer her no other way. I had to cheat. + </p> + <p> + “O Lord, ef I could kneel down hyar and say I repented with godly + repentance fer sin and determination never to sin agen, I'd do it, and ask + you to pardon me for Jesus' sake, but I kain't repent—I jes' kain't! + You see my heart, O God! and you know I'll go on cheatin' ef that'll get + Loo what she wants. An' so I've come down hyar to say that Loo ain't with + me in the cheatin'; it's all my sin. I know you punish sin. The + stiff-necked sinner ought to be punished. Wall; I'll take the punishment. + Put it right on to me—that's justice. But, O Lord! leave Loo out; + she don't know nothin' about it. That's why I've come down hyar into the + water to show I'm willin' to bear what you send. Amen, O Lord God! In + Jesus' name, Amen.” + </p> + <p> + And he rose quietly, came out of the creek, wiped his dripping limbs with + his hand as well as he could, let down his night-shirt, and prepared to + climb the bank. Needless to say, Bancroft had slipped through the stables + and reached the house before the Elder could get within sight of him. + </p> + <p> + When alone in his room the schoolmaster grew a little ashamed of himself. + There could be no doubt of the Elder's sincerity, and he had insulted him. + The Elder had sacrificed his principles; had done violence to the habits + of his life, and shame to his faith and practice—all in order that + his daughter might have her “pianner.” The grotesque pronunciation of the + word appeared pathetic to Bancroft now; it brought moisture into his eyes. + What a fine old fellow Conklin was! Of course he wished to bear the whole + burden of his sin and its punishment. It would be easy to go to him on the + morrow and beg his pardon. Wrong done as the Elder did it, he felt, was + more than right. What a Christian at heart! And what a man! + </p> + <p> + But the girl who asked for such a sacrifice—what was she? All the + jealousy, all the humiliation he had suffered on her account, came back to + him; she would have her father steal provided she got her piano. How vain + she was and self-willed; without any fine moral feeling or proper + principle! He would be worse than a fool to give his life to such a woman. + If she could drive her father—and such a father—to theft, in + what wrongdoing might she not involve her husband? He was warned in time; + he would not be guilty of such irreparable folly. He would match her + selfishness with prudence. Who could blame him? That was what the hard + glitter in her eyes betokened—cold selfishness; and he had thought + of her as Hebe—a Hebe who would give poisoned wine to those who + loved her. He was well saved from that. + </p> + <p> + The old Greek word called her up before him, and the spell of her physical + charm stole over his astonished senses like perfumed summer air. Sitting + beside her that evening, his arm round her waist, he had felt the soft, + full curves of her form, and thinking of it his pulses throbbed. How fair + her face was! That appealing air made her irresistible; and even when she + was angry, how splendidly handsome! What a pity she should be hard and + vulgar! He felt estranged from her, yet still cherished the bitterness of + disappointment. She was detestably vain, common and selfish; he would be + on his guard. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Next day at breakfast Mr. Morris came in. He was an ordinary young Western + farmer, rough but kindly, ill-educated but sensible. When his appetite was + satisfied he wanted to know whether they had heard the news. + </p> + <p> + “No,” Mrs. Conklin replied eagerly, “we've heard nothing unless p'r'aps + the Elder in Eureka”—but her husband shook his head, and Morris went + on: + </p> + <p> + “Folks say the Government in Washington has sent General Custer out with + troops to pertect the Indian Territory. Away East they think the settlers + have been stealing the Reserve, an' the soldiers are coming with surveyors + to draw the line again.” + </p> + <p> + After a pause, “That seems right,” said the Elder; “thar' ain't nothin' + agen that.” + </p> + <p> + “But you've ploughed and raised crops on the Indian land across the crik,” + objected Morris; “we all hev. Air we to give it up?” + </p> + <p> + There was no answer. + </p> + <p> + “Anyway,” Morris continued, “Custer's at Wichita now. He'll be here in a + day or two, an' we've called a meetin' in the school-house for this + evenin' an' we hope you'll be on hand. 'Tain't likely we're goin' to stand + by an' see our crops destroyed. We must hold together, and all'll come + right.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” said the Elder, thinking aloud, “and good. Ef we all held + together there'd not be much wrong done.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I kin tell the boys,” resumed Morris, rising, “that you'll be with + us, Elder. All us young uns hold by you, an' what you say, we'll do, every + time.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” replied the Elder slowly, “I don't know. I kain't see my way to + goin'. I've always done fer myself by myself, and I mean to—right + through; but the meetin' seems a good idee. I'm not contradictin' that. It + seems strong. I don't go much though on meetin's; they hain't ever helped + me. But a meetin' seems strong—for them that likes it.” + </p> + <p> + With this assurance Morris was fain to be satisfied and go his way. + </p> + <p> + Bancroft had listened to the colloquy with new feelings. Prepared to + regard with admiration all that the Elder said or did, it was not + difficult for him now to catch the deeper meaning of the uncouth words. He + was drawn to the Elder by moral sympathy, and his early training tended to + strengthen this attraction. It was right, he felt, that the Elder should + take his own course, fearing nothing that man could do. + </p> + <p> + In the evening he met Loo. She supposed with a careless air that he was + goin' to pack them leather trunks of his. + </p> + <p> + “No, I've reconsidered it,” he answered. “I'm going to beg your father's + pardon, and take back all I said to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! then you do care for me, George,” cried the girl enthusiastically, + “an' we ken be happy again. I've been real miserable since last night; I + cried myself to sleep, so I did. Now I know you love me I'll do anythin' + you wish, anythin'. I'll learn to play the pianner; you see if I don't.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” he replied harshly, the old anger growing bitter in him at the + mention of the “pianner”—“perhaps it would be better if you gave up + the idea of the piano; that <i>costs</i> too much,” he added + significantly, “far too much. If you'd read good books and try to live in + the thought of the time, it would be better. Wisdom is to be won cheaply + and by all, but success in an art depends upon innate qualities.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” she exclaimed, flaming up, “you think I can't learn to play like + your sister, and I'm very ignorant, and had better read and get to know + all other people have said, and you call that wisdom. I don't. Memory + ain't sense, I guess; and to talk like you ain't everythin'.” + </p> + <p> + The attack pricked his vanity. He controlled himself, however, and took up + the argument: “Memory is not sense, perhaps; but still one ought to know + the best that has been said and done in the world. It is easier to climb + the ladder when others have shown us the rungs. And surely to talk + correctly is better than to talk incorrectly.” + </p> + <p> + “It don't matter much, I reckon, so long as one gets your meanin', and as + for the ladder, a monkey could do that.” + </p> + <p> + The irrelevant retort puzzled him, and her tone increased his annoyance. + But why, he asked himself, should he trouble to lift her to a higher level + of thought? He relapsed into silence. + </p> + <p> + With wounded heart the girl waited; she was hurt, afraid he did not care + for her, could not even guess how she had offended him; but, as he would + not speak, her pride came to her aid, and she remarked: + </p> + <p> + “I'm asked out this evenin', so I'll have to get ready and go. Good night, + George Bancroft.” + </p> + <p> + “Good night, Miss Loo,” he replied calmly, though the pain he suffered + proved that jealousy may outlive love. “I think I shall go to this meeting + at the school-house.” + </p> + <p> + They parted. Loo went upstairs to her room to cry over her misery and + George's coldness; to wish she had been better taught, and had learned her + lessons in school carefully, for then he might have been kinder. She + wondered how she should get books to read. It was difficult. Besides, + couldn't he see that she was quick and would learn everythin' afterwards + if he'd be good to her. Why did he act so? Why! + </p> + <p> + Bancroft went to the meeting, and found the house crowded. A young farmer + from the next county was present, who told how a United States officer + with twelve men and a surveyor had come and drawn the boundary line, torn + up his fences, and trampled down the corn which he had planted in the + Indian Reserve. The meeting at once adopted the following resolution: + </p> + <p> + “In view of the fact that the land cultivated by American citizens in or + upon the Indian Reserve has never been used or cultivated by the Indians, + who keep to the woods, and that it is God's will that land should bring + forth fruit for the sustenance of man, we are resolved to stand upon our + rights as citizens and to defend the same against all aggressors.” + </p> + <p> + Every one signed this document, copies of which were to be sent to General + Custer, and also to the President, to the Senate, and to Congress. It was + arranged further to write to their own representatives at Washington + giving an account of the situation. + </p> + <p> + After this the meeting broke up, but not before all present had agreed to + stand by any of their number who should resist the troops. + </p> + <p> + When Bancroft returned home Mr. and Mrs. Conklin were still up, and he + related to them all that had taken place. The Elder rose and stretched + himself without having made a remark. In a whisper Bancroft asked Mrs. + Conklin to let him have a word with her husband. As soon as they were + alone, he began: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Conklin, I insulted you yesterday. I am sorry for it. I hope you'll + forgive me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied the Elder meditatively, overlooking the proffered hand, + “yes, that's Christian, I reckon. But the truth's the truth.” Turning + abruptly to leave the room, he added: “The corn's ripe, waitin' to be cut; + ef the United States troops don't eat it all up we'll have a good year.” + There was a light in his steady eyes which startled the schoolmaster into + all sorts of conjectures. + </p> + <p> + A day or two later, the Conklins and Bancroft were seated at dinner when a + knock came at the door. “Come in!” said Mrs. Conklin, and a young officer + appeared in the uniform of the United States cavalry. He paused on the + threshold, lifted his cap, and apologized for his intrusion: + </p> + <p> + “Elder Conklin, I believe?” The Elder nodded his head, but continued + eating. “My business isn't pleasant, I fear, but it needn't take long. I'm + sent by General Custer to draw the boundary line between the State of + Kansas and the Indian Reserve, to break down all fences erected by + citizens of the United States in the Territory, and to destroy such crops + as they may have planted there. I regret to say our surveyor tells me the + boundary line here is Cottonwood Creek, and I must notify you that + tomorrow about noon I shall be here to carry out my orders, and to destroy + the crops and fences found on the further side of the creek.” + </p> + <p> + Before withdrawing he begged pardon again, this time for the short notice + he was compelled to give—a concession apparently to Miss Conklin's + appearance and encouraging smiles. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, pappa!” cried Loo, as he disappeared, “why didn't you ask him to have + some dinner? He jest looked splendid, and that uniform's too lovely.” + </p> + <p> + The Elder made no answer. Neither the courteous menace of the lieutenant + nor his daughter's reproach seemed to have had any effect upon him. He + went on with his dinner. + </p> + <p> + Loo's outspoken admiration of the officer did not move Bancroft as she had + anticipated. It simply confirmed his worst suspicions. His nature was + neither deep nor passionate; he had always lived in the conventions which + the girl constantly outraged, and they now exercised their influence. + Moreover, he had self-possession enough to see that she meant to annoy + him. He was exceedingly anxious to know what the Elder intended to do, and + what Loo might think or feel did not interest him greatly. + </p> + <p> + A few hours later a clue was given to him: Jake came and told him as a + piece of news that “Pa's shot-gun ain't in his room.” Bancroft could not + rid himself of the thought that the fact was significant. But the evening + passed away quietly; Loo busied herself with some work, and the Elder + seemed content to watch her. + </p> + <p> + At breakfast next morning nothing of moment happened. Bancroft took + occasion to say that he was coming home early to dinner. On his return + from school, some three hours after, he saw a troop of horsemen riding up + the valley a mile or so away. With quickened pulses he sprang up the steps + and met the Elder in the doorway. + </p> + <p> + “There they come!” he said involuntarily, pointing to the little cloud of + dust. + </p> + <p> + “Hum,” grunted the Elder, and left the stoop, going towards the outhouses. + </p> + <p> + Bancroft turned into the parlour, where he found Mrs. Conklin. She seemed + to be irritated, and not at all anxious, as he had expected: + </p> + <p> + “Did you see the Elder?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he replied. “He went to the barn. I thought of accompanying him, + but was afraid he wouldn't like it.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess he's worrying about that corn,” Mrs. Conklin explained. “When he + broke that land I told him 'twould bring trouble, but he never minds what + any one says to him. He should listen to his wife, though, sometimes, + shouldn't he? But bein' a man p'r'aps you'll take his part. Anyway, it has + all happened as I knew it would. And what'll he do now? that's what I'd + like to know. All that corn lost and the fences—he jest worked + himself to death on those logs—all lost now. We shall be bare poor + again. It's too bad. I've never had any money since I left home.” And here + Mrs. Conklin's face puckered itself up as if she were about to cry, but + the impulse of vanity being stronger, she burst out angrily: “I think it's + real wicked of the Elder. I told him so. If he'd ask that young man to let + him cut the corn, I'm sure he wouldn't refuse. But he'll never take my + advice, or even answer me. It's too aggravatin' when I know I'm right.” + </p> + <p> + He looked at her in astonishment. She had evidently no inkling of what + might occur, no vivid understanding of her husband's character. Preferring + to leave her in ignorance, he said lightly, “I hope it'll be all right,” + and, in order to change the subject, added, “I've not seen Miss Loo, and + Jake wasn't in school this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Bancroft, if anythin' has happened to Jake!” and Mrs. Conklin + sank weakly into the nearest chair; “but thar ain't no swimmin' nor + skatin' now. When he comes in I'll frighten him; I'll threaten to tell the + Elder. He mustn't miss his schoolin', for he's real bright, ain't he?—Loo? + Her father sent her to the Morrises, about somethin'—I don't know + what.” + </p> + <p> + When Bancroft came downstairs, taking with him a small revolver, his only + weapon, he could not find the Elder either in the outbuildings or in the + stable. Remembering, however, that the soldiers could only get to the + threatened cornfield by crossing the bridge, which lay a few hundred yards + higher up the creek, he made his way thither with all speed. When he + reached the descent, he saw the Elder in the inevitable, long, + whitey-brown holland coat, walking over the bridge. In a minute or two he + had overtaken him. As the Elder did not speak, he began: + </p> + <p> + “I thought I'd come with you, Elder. I don't know that I'm much good, but + I sympathize with you, and I'd like to help you if I could.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied the Elder, acknowledging thereby the proffered aid. “But I + guess you kain't. I guess not,” he repeated by way of emphasis. + </p> + <p> + In silence the pair went on to the broad field of maize. At the corner of + the fence, the Elder stopped and said, as if speaking to himself: + </p> + <p> + “It runs, I reckon, seventy-five bushel to the acre, and there are two + hundred acres.” After a lengthened pause he continued: “That makes nigh on + three thousand dollars. I must hev spent two hundred dollars this year in + hired labour on that ground, and the half ain't cut yet. Thar's a pile of + money and work on that quarter-section.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes more passed in silence. Bancroft did not know what to say, + for the calm seriousness of the Elder repelled sympathy. As he looked + about him there showed on the rise across the creek a knot of United + States cavalry, the young lieutenant riding in front with a civilian, + probably the surveyor, by his side. Bancroft turned and found that the + Elder had disappeared in the corn. He followed quickly, but as he swung + himself on to the fence the Elder came from behind a stook with a + burnished shot-gun in his right hand, and said decisively: + </p> + <p> + “Don't come in hyar. 'Tain't your corn and you've no cause to mix yourself + in this fuss.” + </p> + <p> + Bancroft obeyed involuntarily. The next moment he began to resent the + authority conveyed in the prohibition; he ought to have protested, to have + insisted—but now it was too late. As the soldiers rode up the + lieutenant dismounted and threw his reins to a trooper. He stepped towards + the fence, and touching his cap carelessly, remarked: + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Conklin, here we are.” The earnestness of the Elder appeared to + have its effect, too, upon him, for he went on more respectfully: “I + regret that I've orders to pull down your fences and destroy the crop. But + there's nothing else to be done.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the Elder gravely, “I guess you know your orders. But you + mustn't pull down my fence,” and as he spoke he drew his shot-gun in front + of him, and rested his hands upon the muzzle, “nor destroy this crop.” And + the long upper lip came down over the lower, giving an expression of + obstinate resolve to the hard, tanned face. + </p> + <p> + “You don't seem to understand,” replied the lieutenant a little + impatiently; “this land belongs to the Indians; it has been secured to + them by the United States Government, and you've no business either to + fence it in or plant it.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right,” answered Conklin, in the same steady, quiet, + reasonable tone. “That may all be jes' so, but them Indians warn't usin' + the land; they did no good with it. I broke this prairie ten years ago, + and it took eight hosses to do it, and I've sowed it ever sence till the + crops hev grown good, and now you come and tell me you're goin' to tromple + down the corn and pull up the fences. No sir, you ain't—that ain't + right.” + </p> + <p> + “Right or wrong,” the officer retorted, “I have to carry out my orders, + not reason about them. Here, sergeant, let three men hold the horses and + get to work on this fence.” + </p> + <p> + As the sergeant advanced and put his hand on the top layer of the heavy + snake-fence, the Elder levelled his shot-gun and said: + </p> + <p> + “Ef you pull down that bar I'll shoot.” + </p> + <p> + The sergeant took his hand from the bar quickly, and turned to his + commander as if awaiting further instructions. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Conklin,” exclaimed the lieutenant, moving forward, “this is pure + foolishness; we're twelve to one, and we're only soldiers and have to obey + orders. I'm sorry, but I must do my duty.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” said the Elder, lowering his gun deliberately. “That's so, I + guess. You hev your duty—p'r'aps I hev mine. 'Tain't my business to + teach you yours.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment the lieutenant seemed to be undecided; then he spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Half-a-dozen of you advance and cover him with your rifles. Now, Mr. + Conklin, if you resist you must take the consequences. Rebellion against + the United States Government don't generally turn out well—for the + rebel. Sergeant, down with the bar.” + </p> + <p> + The Elder stood as if he had not heard what had been said to him, but when + the sergeant laid hold of the bar, the shot-gun went up again to the old + man's shoulder, and he said: + </p> + <p> + “Ef you throw down that bar I'll shoot <i>you</i>.” Again the sergeant + paused, and looked at his officer. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture Bancroft could not help interfering. The Elder's attitude + had excited in him more than mere admiration; wonder, reverence thrilled + him, and his blood boiled at the thought that the old man might possibly + be shot down. He stepped forward and said: + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you must not order your men to fire. You will raise the whole + country against you if you do. This is surely a law case, and not to be + decided by violence. Such a decision is not to be taken without reflection + and distinct instructions.” + </p> + <p> + “Those instructions I have,” replied the lieutenant, “and I've got to + follow them out—more's the pity,” he added between his teeth, while + turning to his troopers to give the decisive command. At this moment down + from the bluff and over the wooden bridge came clattering a crowd of armed + farmers, the younger ones whirling their rifles or revolvers as they rode. + Foremost among them were Morris and Seth Stevens, and between these two + young Jake Conklin on Jack. As they reached the corner of the fence the + crowd pulled up and Morris cried out: + </p> + <p> + “Elder, we're on time, I reckon.” Addressing the lieutenant he added + violently: “We don't pay United States soldiers to pull down our fences + and destroy our crops. That's got to stop right here, and right now!” + </p> + <p> + “My orders are imperative,” the officer declared, “and if you resist you + must take the consequences.” But while he spoke the hopelessness of his + position became clear to him, for reinforcements of farmers were still + pouring over the bridge, and already the soldiers were outnumbered two to + one. Just as Seth Stevens began with “Damn the consequences,” the Elder + interrupted him: + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” he said to the lieutenant, “you'd better go back to Wichita. + I guess General Custer didn't send you to fight the hull township.” + Turning to Stevens, he added, “Thar ain't no need fer any cussin'.” Amid + complete silence he uncocked his shot-gun, climbed over the fence, and + went on in the same voice: + </p> + <p> + “Jake, take that horse to the stable an' wipe him dry. Tell your mother + I'm coming right up to eat.” + </p> + <p> + Without another word he moved off homewards. His intervention had put an + end to the difficulty. Even the lieutenant understood that there was + nothing more to be done for the moment. Five minutes later the troopers + recrossed the bridge. Morris and a few of the older men held a brief + consultation. It was agreed that they should be on the same spot at six + o'clock on the morrow, and some of the younger spirits volunteered to act + as scouts in the direction of Wichita and keep the others informed of what + took place in that quarter. + </p> + <p> + When Bancroft reached the house with Morris—neither Stevens nor any + of the others felt inclined to trespass on the Elder's hospitality without + an express invitation—he found dinner waiting. Loo had not returned; + had, indeed, arranged, as Morris informed them, to spend the day with his + wife; but Jake was present and irrepressible; he wanted to tell all he had + done to secure the victory. But he had scarcely commenced when his father + shut him up by bidding him eat, for he'd have to go right back to school. + </p> + <p> + There was no feeling of triumph in the Elder. He scarcely spoke, and when + Morris described the protective measures that had been adopted, he merely + nodded. In fact, one would have inferred from his manner that he had had + nothing whatever to do with the contest, and took no interest in it. The + only thing that appeared to trouble him was Loo's absence and the fear + lest she should have been “fussed;” but when Morris declared that neither + his wife nor Loo knew what was going on, and Bancroft announced his + intention of driving over to fetch her, he seemed to be satisfied. + </p> + <p> + “Jack, I reckon, has had enough,” he said to his boarder. “You'd better + take the white mare; she's quiet.” + </p> + <p> + On their way home in the buggy, Bancroft told Loo how her father had + defied the United States troops, and with what unconcern he had taken his + victory: + </p> + <p> + “I think he's a great man, a hero. And if he had lived in another time, or + in another country, poets would have sung his courage.” + </p> + <p> + “Really,” she observed. Her tone was anything but enthusiastic, though + hope stirred in her at his unusual warmth. “Perhaps he cares for me after + all,” she thought. + </p> + <p> + “What are you thinking about, Loo?” he asked, surprised at her silence. + </p> + <p> + “I was just wonderin',” she answered, casting off her fit of momentary + abstraction, “how father made you like him. It appears as if I couldn't, + George,” and she turned towards him while she spoke her wistful eyes + seeking to read his face. + </p> + <p> + There was a suggestion of tears in her voice, and her manner showed a + submission and humility which touched Bancroft deeply. All his good + impulses had been called into active life by his admiration of the Elder. + He put his disengaged arm round her and drew her to him as he replied: + </p> + <p> + “Kiss me, Loo dear, and let us try to get on better together in future. + There's no reason why we shouldn't,” he added, trying to convince himself. + The girl's vain and facile temperament required but little encouragement + to abandon itself in utter confidence. In her heart of hearts she was sure + that every man must admire her, and as her companion's manner and words + gave her hope, she chattered away in the highest spirits till the + homestead was reached. Her good-humour and self-satisfaction made the + evening pass merrily. Everything she said or did delighted the Elder, + Bancroft saw that clearly now. Whether she laughed or talked, teased Jake, + or mimicked the matronly airs of Mrs. Morris, her father's eyes followed + her with manifest pleasure and admiration. On rising to go to bed the + Elder said simply: + </p> + <p> + “It has been a good day—a good day,” he repeated impressively, while + he held his daughter in his arms and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Bancroft was early afoot. Shortly after sunrise he went + down to the famous cornfield and found a couple of youths on watch. They + had been there for more than an hour, they said, and Seth Stevens and + Richards had gone scouting towards Wichita. “Conklin's corner's all + right,” was the phrase which sent the schoolmaster to breakfast with a + light heart. When the meal was over he returned to the centre of + excitement. The Elder had gone about his work; Mrs. Conklin seemed as + helplessly indifferent as usual; Loo was complacently careless; but + Bancroft, having had time for reflection, felt sure that all this was + Western presumption; General Custer could not accept defeat so easily. At + the “corner” he found a couple of hundred youths and men assembled. They + were all armed, but the general opinion was that Custer would do nothing. + One old farmer summed up the situation in the phrase, “Thar ain't nothin' + for him to do, but set still.” + </p> + <p> + About eight o'clock, however, Richards raced up, with his horse in a + lather, and announced that Custer, with three hundred men, had started + from Wichita before six. + </p> + <p> + “He'll be hyar in half an hour,” he concluded. + </p> + <p> + Hurried counsel was taken; fifty men sought cover behind the stooks of + corn, the rest lined the skirting woods. When all was in order, Bancroft + was deputed to go and fetch the Elder, whom he eventually discovered at + the wood pile, sawing and splitting logs for firewood. + </p> + <p> + “Make haste, Elder,” he cried, “Morris has sent me for you, and there's no + time to be lost. Custer, with three hundred men, left Wichita at six + o'clock this morning, and they'll be here very soon.” + </p> + <p> + The Elder paused unwillingly, and resting on his axe asked: “Is Morris + alone?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” replied Bancroft, amazed to think the Elder could have forgotten the + arrangements he had heard described the evening before. “There are two + hundred men down there in the corner and in the woods,” and he rapidly + sketched the position. + </p> + <p> + “It's all right then, I guess,” the Elder decided. “They'll get along + without me. Tell Morris I'm at my chores.” Beginning his work again, he + added, “I've something to <i>do</i> hyar.” + </p> + <p> + From the old man's manner Bancroft was convinced that solicitation would + be a waste of time. He returned to the corner, where he found Morris + standing inside the fence. + </p> + <p> + “I guessed so,” was Morris's comment upon the Elder's attitude; “we'll hev + to do without him, I reckon. You and me'll stay hyar in the open; we don't + want to shoot ef we kin avoid it; there ain't no reason to as I kin see.” + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes afterwards the cavalry crossed the bridge two deep, and wound + snake-like towards the corner. With the first files came General Custer, + accompanied by half-a-dozen officers, among whom Bancroft recognized the + young lieutenant. Singling Morris out, the General rode up to the fence + and addressed him with formal politeness: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Conklin?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Morris, “but I'm hyar fer him, I guess—an' about two + hundred more ef I'm not enough,” he added drily, waving his hand towards + the woods. + </p> + <p> + With a half-turn in his saddle and a glance at the line of trees on his + flank, General Custer took in the situation. Clearly there was nothing to + do but to retreat, with some show of dignity. + </p> + <p> + “Where shall I find Mr. Conklin? I wish to speak to him.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll guide you,” was Morris's answer, “ef you'll come alone; he mightn't + fancy so many visitors to onc't.” + </p> + <p> + As Morris and Bancroft climbed over the fence and led the way towards the + homestead, some of the armed farmers strolled from behind the stocks into + the open, and others showed themselves carelessly among the trees on the + bank of the creek. When the Elder was informed that General Custer was at + the front door, he laid down his axe, and in his shirtsleeves went to meet + him. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Conklin, I believe?” + </p> + <p> + “That's my name, General.” + </p> + <p> + “You've resisted United States troops with arms, and now, it seems, you've + got up a rebellion.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess not, General; I guess not. I was Union all through the war; I + came hyar as an Abolitionist. I only want to keep my fences up as long as + they'll stand, an' cut my corn in peace.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” General Custer resumed, after a pause, “I must send to Washington + for instructions and state the facts as I know them, but if the Federal + authorities tell me to carry out the law, as I've no doubt they will, I + shall be compelled to do so, and resistance on your part can only cause + useless bloodshed.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” was the quiet reply; but what the phrase meant was not very + clear save to Bancroft, who understood that the Elder was unable or + unwilling to discuss a mere hypothesis. + </p> + <p> + With a curt motion of his hand to his cap General Custer cantered off to + rejoin his men, who shortly afterwards filed again across the bridge on + their way back to camp. + </p> + <p> + When the coast was clear of soldiers some of the older settlers went up to + Conklin's to take counsel together. It was agreed to collect from all the + farmers interested two dollars a head for law expenses, and to send at + once for Lawyer Barkman of Wichita, in order to have his opinion on the + case. Morris offered to bring Barkman next day about noon to Conklin's, + and this proposal was accepted. If any other place had been fixed upon, it + would have been manifestly impossible to secure the Elder's presence, for + his refusal again to leave the wood pile had converted his back-stoop into + the council-chamber. Without more ado the insurgents dispersed, every man + to his house. + </p> + <p> + On returning home to dinner next day Bancroft noticed a fine buggy drawn + up outside the stable, and a negro busily engaged in grooming two strange + horses. When he entered the parlour he was not surprised to find that + Morris had already arrived with the lawyer. Barkman was about forty years + of age; above the medium height and very stout, but active. His face was + heavy; its outlines obscured by fat; the nose, however, was thin and + cocked inquisitively, and the eyes, though small, were restless and + intelligent. He was over-dressed; his black frockcoat was brand new; the + diamond stud which shone in the centre of a vast expanse of shirt-front, + was nearly the size of a five-cent piece—his appearance filled + Bancroft with contempt. Nevertheless he seemed to know his business. As + soon as he had heard the story he told them that an action against the + Elder would lie in the Federal Courts, and that the damages would + certainly be heavy. Still, something might be done; the act of rebellion, + he thought, would be difficult to prove; in fine, they must wait on + events. + </p> + <p> + At this moment Mrs. Conklin accompanied by Loo came in to announce that + dinner was ready. It was manifest that the girl's beauty made a deep + impression on Barkman. Before seeing her he had professed to regard the + position as hopeless, or nearly so; now he was ready to reconsider his + first opinion, or rather to modify it. His quick intelligence appeared to + have grown keener as he suddenly changed his line of argument, and began + to set forth the importance of getting the case fully and fairly discussed + in Washington. + </p> + <p> + “I must get clear affidavits from all the settlers,” he said, “and then, I + guess, we'll show the authorities in Washington that this isn't a question + in which they should interfere. But if I save you,” he went on, with a + laugh intended to simulate frank good-nature, “I s'pose I may reckon on + your votes when I run for Congress.” + </p> + <p> + It was understood at once that he had pitched upon the best possible + method of defence. Morris seemed to speak for all when he said: + </p> + <p> + “Ef you'll take the trouble now, I guess we'll ensure your election.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind the election, that was only a jest,” replied the lawyer + good-humouredly; “and the trouble's not worth talkin' about. If Miss + Conklin,” and here he turned respectfully towards her, “would take a seat + in my buggy and show me the chief settlers' houses, I reckon I could fix + up the case in three or four days.” + </p> + <p> + The eyes of all were directed upon Loo. Was it Bancroft's jealousy that + made him smile contemptuously as he, too, glanced at her? If so, the + disdain was ill-timed. Flushing slightly, she answered, “I guess I'll be + pleased to do what I can,” and she met the schoolmaster's eyes defiantly + as she spoke. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + With the advent of Barkman upon the scene a succession of new experiences + began for Bancroft. He was still determined not to be seduced into making + Loo his wife. But now the jealousy that is born of desire and vanity + tormented him, and the mere thought that Barkman might marry and live with + her irritated him intensely. She was worthy of better things than marriage + with such a man. She was vain, no doubt, and lacking in the finer + sensibilities, the tremulous moral instincts which are the crown and glory + of womanhood; but it was not her fault that her education had been faulty, + her associates coarse—and after all she was very beautiful. + </p> + <p> + On returning home one afternoon he saw Barkman walking with her in the + peach orchard. As they turned round the girl called to him, and came at + once to meet him; but his jealousy would not be appeased. Her flower-like + face, framed, so to speak, by the autumn foliage, only increased his + anger. He could not bear to <i>see</i> her flirting. Were she out of his + sight, he felt for the first time, he would not care what she did. + </p> + <p> + “You were goin' in without speakin',” she said reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + “You have a man with you whose trade is talk. I'm not needed,” was his + curt reply. + </p> + <p> + Half-incensed, half-gratified by his passionate exclamation, she drew + back, while Barkman, advancing, said: + </p> + <p> + “Good day, Mr. Bancroft, good day. I was just tryin' to persuade Miss + Conklin to come for another drive this evenin' in order to get this + business of ours settled as soon as possible.” + </p> + <p> + “Another drive.” Bancroft repeated the words to himself, and then + steadying his voice answered coolly: “You'll have no difficulty, lawyer. I + was just telling Miss Conklin that you talked splendidly—the result + of constant practice, I presume.” + </p> + <p> + “That's it, sir,” replied the lawyer seriously; “it's chiefly a matter of + practice added to gift—natural gift,” but here Barkman's conceit + died out as he caught an uneasy, impatient movement of Miss Conklin, and + he went on quietly with the knowledge of life and the adaptability gained + by long experience: “But anyway, I'm glad you agree with me, for Miss + Conklin may take your advice after rejectin' mine.” + </p> + <p> + Bancroft saw the trap, but could not restrain himself. With a contemptuous + smile he said: + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure no advice of mine is needed; Miss Conklin has already made up + her mind to gratify you. She likes to show the country to strangers,” he + added bitterly. + </p> + <p> + The girl flushed at the sarcasm, but her spirit was not subdued. + </p> + <p> + “Wall, Mr. Barkman,” she retorted, with a smiling glance at the lawyer, “I + guess I must give in; if Mr. Bancroft thinks I ought ter, there's no more + to be said. I'm willin'.” + </p> + <p> + An evening or two later, Barkman having gone into Wichita, Bancroft asked + Loo to go out with him upon the stoop. For several minutes he stood in + silence admiring the moonlit landscape; then he spoke as if to himself: + </p> + <p> + “Not a cloud in the purple depths, no breath of air, no sound nor stir of + life—peace absolute that mocks at man's cares and restlessness. + Look, Loo, how the ivory light bathes the prairie and shimmers on the sea + of corn, and makes of the little creek a ribband of silver.... + </p> + <p> + “Yet you seem to prefer a great diamond gleaming in a white shirt-front, + and a coarse, common face, and vulgar talk. + </p> + <p> + “You,” and he turned to her, “whose beauty is like the beauty of nature + itself, perfect and ineffable. When I think of you and that coarse brute + together, I shall always remember this moonlight and the hateful + zig-zagging snake-fence there that disfigures and defiles its beauty.” + </p> + <p> + The girl looked up at him, only half understanding his rhapsody, but + glowing with the hope called to life by his extravagant praise of her. + “Why, George,” she said shyly, because wholly won, “I don't think no more + of Lawyer Barkman than the moon thinks of the fence—an' I guess + that's not much,” she added, with a little laugh of complete content. + </p> + <p> + The common phrases of uneducated speech and the vulgar accent of what he + thought her attempt at smart rejoinder offended him. Misunderstanding her + literalness of mind, he moved away, and shortly afterwards re-entered the + house. + </p> + <p> + Of course Loo was dissatisfied with such incidents as these. When she saw + Bancroft trying to draw Barkman out and throw contempt upon him, she never + dreamed of objecting. But when he attacked her, she flew to her weapons. + What had she done, what was she doing, to deserve his sneers? She only + wished him to love her, and she felt indignantly that every time she + teased him by going with Barkman, he was merciless, and whenever she + abandoned herself to him, he drew back. She couldn't bear that; it was + cruel of him. She loved him, yes; no one, she knew, would ever make him so + good a wife as she would. No one ever could. Why, there was nothin' she + wouldn't do for him willingly. She'd see after his comforts an' + everythin'. She'd tidy all his papers an' fix up his things. And if he + ever got ill, she'd jest wait on him day and night—so she would. + She'd be the best wife to him that ever was. + </p> + <p> + Oh, why couldn't he be good to her always? That was all she wanted, to + feel he loved her; then she'd show him how she loved him. He'd be happy, + as happy as the day was long. How foolish men were! they saw nothin' that + was under their noses. + </p> + <p> + “P'r'aps he does love me,” she said to herself; “he talked the other + evenin' beautiful; I guess he don't talk like that to every one, and yet + he won't give in to me an' jest be content—once for all. It's their + pride makes 'em like that; their silly, stupid pride. Nothin' else. Men + air foolish things. I've no pride at all when I think of him, except I + know that no one else could make him as happy as I could. Oh my!” and she + sighed with a sense of the mysterious unnecessary suffering in life. + </p> + <p> + “An' he goes on bein' mad with Lawyer Barkman. Fancy, that fat old man. He + warn't jealous of Seth Stevens or the officer, no; but of him. Why, it's + silly. Barkman don't count anyway. He talks well, yes, an' he's always + pleasant, always; but he's jest not in it. Men air foolish anyway.” She + was beginning to acknowledge that all her efforts to gain her end might + prove unsuccessful. + </p> + <p> + Barkman, with his varied experience and the cooler blood of forty, saw + more of the game than either Bancroft or Loo. He had learnt that + compliments and attention count for much with women, and having studied + Miss Conklin he was sure that persistent flattery would go a long way + towards winning her. “I've gained harder cases by studying the jury,” he + thought, “and I'll get her because I know her. That schoolmaster irritates + her; I won't. He says unpleasant things to her; I'll say pleasant things + and she'll turn to me. She likes to be admired; I guess that means dresses + and diamonds. Well, she shall have them, have all she wants.... The mother + ain't a factor, that's plain, and the father's sittin' on the fence; he'll + just do anythin' for the girl, and if he ain't well off—what does + that matter? I don't want money;” and his chest expanded with a proud + sense of disinterestedness. + </p> + <p> + “Why does the schoolmaster run after her? what would he do with such a + woman? He couldn't even keep her properly if he got her. It's a duty to + save the girl from throwin' herself away on a young, untried man like + that.” He felt again that his virtue ought to help him to succeed. + </p> + <p> + “What a handsome figure she has! Her arms are perfect, firm as marble; and + her neck—round, too, and not a line on it, and how she walks! She's + the woman I want—so lovely I'll always be proud of her. What a wife + she'll make! My first wife was pretty, but not to be compared to her. + Who'd ever have dreamt of finding such a beauty in this place? How lucky I + am after all. Yes, lucky because I know just what I want, and go for it + right from the start. That's all. That's what luck means. + </p> + <p> + “Women are won little by little,” he concluded. “Whoever knows them and + humours them right along, flattering their weak points, is sure to succeed + some time or other. And I can wait.” + </p> + <p> + He got his opportunity by waiting. As Loo took her seat in the buggy one + afternoon he saw that she was nervous and irritable. “The schoolmaster's + been goin' for her—the derned fool,” he said to himself, and at once + began to soothe her. The task was not an easy one. She was cold to him at + first and even spiteful; she laughed at what he said and promised, and + made fun of his pretensions. His kindly temper stood him in good stead. He + was quietly persistent; with the emollient of good-nature he wooed her in + his own fashion, and before they reached the first settler's house he had + half won her to kindliness. Here he made his victory complete. At every + question he appealed to her deferentially for counsel and decision; he + reckoned Miss Conklin would know, he relied on her for the facts, and when + she spoke he guessed that just settled the matter; her opinion was good + enough for him, and so forth. + </p> + <p> + Wounded to the soul by Bancroft's persistent, undeserved contempt, the + girl felt that now at last she had met some one who appreciated her, and + she gave herself up to the charm of dexterous flattery. + </p> + <p> + From her expression and manner while they drove homewards, Barkman + believed that the game was his own. He went on talking to her with the + reverence which he had already found to be so effective. There was no one + like her. What a lawyer she'd have made! How she got round the wife and + induced the husband to sign the petition—'twas wonderful! He had + never imagined a woman could be so tactful and winning. He had never met a + man who was her equal in persuading people. + </p> + <p> + The girl drank in the praise as a dry land drinks the rain. He meant it + all; that was clear. He had shown it in his words and acts—there, + before the Croftons. She had always believed she could do such things; she + didn't care much about books, and couldn't talk fine about moonlight, but + the men an' women she knew, she understood. She was sure of that. But + still, 'twas pleasant to hear it. He must love her or he never could + appreciate her as he did. She reckoned he was very clever; the best lawyer + in the State. Every one knew that. And he had said no man was equal to + her. Oh, if only the other, if only George had told her so; but he was too + much wrapped up in himself, and after all what was he anyway? Yet, if he + had— + </p> + <p> + At this point of her musings the lawyer, seeing the flushed cheeks and + softened glance, believed his moment had come, and resolved to use it. His + passion made him forget that it was possible to go too fast. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Conklin,” he began seriously, “if you'd join with me there's nothin' + we two couldn't do, nothin'! They call me the first lawyer in the State, + and I guess I'll get to Washington soon; but with you to help me I'd be + there before this year's out. As the wife of a Member of Congress, you + would show them all the way. I'm rich already; that is, I can do whatever + you want, and it's a shame for such genius as yours, and such talent, to + be hidden here among people who don't know how to value you properly. In + New York or in Washington you'd shine; become a social power,” and as the + words “New York” caused the girl to look at him with eager attention, he + added, overcome by the foretaste of approaching triumph: “Miss Loo, I love + you; you've seen that, for you notice everythin'. I know I'm not young, + but I can be kinder and more faithful than any young man, and,” here he + slipped his arm round her waist, “I guess all women want to be loved, + don't they? Will you let me love you, Loo, as my wife?” + </p> + <p> + The girl shrank away from him nervously. Perhaps the fact of being in a + buggy recalled her rides with George; or the caress brought home to her + the difference between the two men. However that may be, when she + answered, it was with full self-possession: + </p> + <p> + “I guess what you say's about right, and I like you. But I don't want to + marry—anyway not yet. Of course I'd like to help you, and I'd like + to live in New York; but—I can't make up my mind all at once. You + must wait. If you really care for me, that can't be hard.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's hard,” Barkman replied, “very hard to feel uncertain of winning + the only woman I can ever love. But I don't want to press you,” he added, + after a pause, “I rely on you; you know best, and I'll do just what you + wish.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” she resumed, mollified by his humility, “you'll go back to + Wichita this evenin', as you said you would, and when you return, the day + after to-morrow, I'll tell you Yes or No. Will that do?” and she smiled up + in his face. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's more than I had a right to expect,” he acknowledged. “Hope + from you is better than certainty from any other woman.” In this mood they + reached the homestead. Loo alighted at the gate; she wouldn't allow + Barkman even to get down; he was to go right off at once, but when he + returned she'd meet him. With a grave respectful bow he lifted his hat, + and drove away. On the whole, he had reason to be proud of his diplomacy; + reason, too, for saying to himself that at last he had got on “the inside + track.” Still, all the factors in the problem were not seen even by his + keen eyes. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, Loo began to reflect upon what she should do. It did not + occur to her that she had somewhat compromised herself with the lawyer by + giving him leave, and, in fact, encouragement to expect a favourable + answer. She was so used to looking at all affairs from the point of view + of her own self-interest and satisfaction, that such an idea did not even + enter her head. She simply wanted to decide on what was best for herself. + She considered the matter as it seemed to her, from all sides, without + arriving at any decision. Barkman was kind, and good to her; but she + didn't care for him, and she loved George still. Oh, why wasn't he like + the other, always sympathetic and admiring? She sat and thought. In the + depths of her nature she felt that she couldn't give George up, couldn't + make up her mind to lose him; and why should she, since they loved each + other? What could she do? + </p> + <p> + Of a sudden she paused. She remembered how, more than a year before, she + had been invited to Eureka for a ball. She had stayed with her friend Miss + Jennie Blood; by whose advice and with whose help she had worn for the + first time a low-necked dress. She had been uncomfortable in it at first, + very uncomfortable, but the men liked it, all of them. She had seen their + admiration in their eyes; as Jennie had said, it fetched them. If only + George could see her in a low-necked dress—she flushed as she + thought of it—perhaps he'd admire her, and then she'd be quite + happy. But there were never any balls or parties in this dead-and-alive + township! How could she manage it? + </p> + <p> + The solution came to her with a shock of half-frightened excitement. It + was warm still, very warm, in the middle of the day; why shouldn't she + dress as for a dance, somethin' like it anyway, and go into George's room + to put it straight just before he came home from school? Her heart beat + quickly as she reflected. After all, what harm was there in it? She + recollected hearing that in the South all the girls wore low dresses in + summer, and she loved George, and she was sure he loved her. Any one would + do it, and no one would know. She resolved to try on the dress, just to + see how it suited her. There was no harm in that. She took off her thin + cotton gown quickly, and put on the ball-dress. But when she had dragged + the chest of drawers before the window and had propped up the little glass + on it to have a good look at herself, she grew hot. She couldn't wear + that, not in daylight; it looked, oh, it looked—and she blushed + crimson. Besides, the tulle was all frayed and faded. No, she couldn't + wear it! Oh!—and her eyes filled with tears of envy and vexation. If + only she were rich, like lots of other girls, she could have all sorts of + dresses. 'Twas unfair, so it was. She became desperate with + disappointment, and set her wits to work again. She had plenty of time + still. George wouldn't be back before twelve. She must choose a dress he + had never seen; then he wouldn't know but what she often wore it so. + Nervously, hurriedly, she selected a cotton frock, and before the tiny + glass pinned and arranged it over her shoulders and bust, higher than the + ball-dress, but still, lower than she had ever worn in the daytime. She + fashioned the garment with an instinctive sense of form that a Parisian <i>couturière</i> + might have envied, and went to work. Her nimble fingers soon cut and sewed + it to the style she had intended, and then she tried it on. As she looked + at herself in the mirror the vision of her loveliness surprised and + charmed her. She had drawn a blue ribband that she happened to possess, + round the arms of the dress and round the bodice of it, and when she saw + how this little thread of colour set off the full outlines of her bust and + the white roundness of her arms, she could have kissed her image in the + glass. She was lovely, prettier than any girl in the section. George would + see that; he loved beautiful things. Hadn't he talked of the scenery for + half an hour? He'd be pleased. + </p> + <p> + She thought again seriously whether her looks could not be improved. After + rummaging a little while in vain, she went downstairs and borrowed a light + woollen shawl from her mother on the pretext that she liked the feel of + it. Hastening up to her own room, she put it over her shoulders, and + practised a long time before the dim glass just to see how best she could + throw it back or draw it round her at will. + </p> + <p> + At last, with a sigh of content, she felt herself fully equipped for the + struggle; she was looking her best. If George didn't care for her so—and + she viewed herself again approvingly from all sides—why, she + couldn't help it. She had done all she could, but if he did, and he must—why, + then, he'd tell her, and they'd be happy. At the bottom of her heart she + felt afraid. George was strange; not a bit like other men. He might be + cold, and at the thought she felt inclined to cry out. Pride, however, + came to her aid. If he didn't like her, it would be his fault. She had + just done her best, and that she reckoned, with a flush of pardonable + conceit, was good enough for any man. + </p> + <p> + An hour later Bancroft went up to his room. As he opened the door Loo + turned towards him from the centre-table with a low cry of surprise, + drawing at the same time the ends of the fleecy woollen wrap tight across + her breast. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, George, how you scared me! I was jest fixin' up your things.” And the + girl crimsoned, while her eyes sought to read his face. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” he rejoined carelessly, and then, held by something of + expectation in her manner, he looked at her intently, and added: “Why, + Loo, how well you look! I like that dress; it suits you.” And he stepped + towards her. + </p> + <p> + She held out both hands as if to meet his, but by the gesture the woollen + scarf was thrown back, and her form unveiled. Once again her mere beauty + stung the young man to desire, but something of a conscious look in her + face gave him thought, and, scrutinizing her coldly, he said: + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that dress was put on for Mr. Barkman's benefit.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, George!” she cried, in utter dismay, “he hain't been here to-day.” + And then, as the hard expression did not leave his face, she added + hurriedly: “I put it on for you, George. Do believe me.” + </p> + <p> + Still his face did not alter. Suddenly she understood that she had + betrayed her secret. She burst into bitter tears. + </p> + <p> + He took her in his arms and spoke perfunctory words of consolation; her + body yielded to his touch, and in a few moments he was soothing her in + earnest. Her grief was uncontrollable. “I've jest done everythin', + everythin' and it's all no use,” she sobbed aloud. When he found that he + could not check the tears, he grew irritated; he divined her little + stratagem, and his lip curled. How unmaidenly! In a flash, she stood + before him, her shallow, childish vanity unmasked. The pity of it did not + strike him; he was too young for that; he felt only contempt for her, and + at once drew his arms away. With a long, choking sob she moved to the door + and disappeared. She went blindly along the passage to her room, and, + flinging herself on the bed, cried as if her heart would break. Then + followed a period of utter abject misery. She had lost everythin'; George + didn't care for her; she'd have to live all her life without him, and + again slow, scalding tears fell. + </p> + <p> + The thought of going downstairs to supper and meeting him was intolerable. + The sense of what she had confessed to him swept over her in a hot flood + of shame. No, she couldn't go down; she couldn't face his eyes again. + She'd sit right there, and her mother'd come up, and she'd tell her she + had a headache. To meet him was impossible; she just hated him. He was + hard and cruel; she'd never see him again; he had degraded her. The whole + place became unbearable as she relived the past; she must get away from + him, from it all, at any cost, as soon as she could. They'd be sorry when + she was gone. And she cried again a little, but these tears relieved her, + did her good. + </p> + <p> + She tried to look at the whole position steadily. Barkman would take her + away to New York. Marry him?—she didn't want to, but she wouldn't + make up her mind now; she'd go away with him if he'd be a real friend to + her. Only he mustn't put his arm round her again; she didn't like him to + do that. If he wished to be a friend to her, she'd let him; if not, she'd + go by herself. He must understand that. Once in New York, she'd meet kind + people, live as she wanted to live, and never think of this horrid time. + </p> + <p> + She was all alone; no one in the world to talk to about her trouble—no + one. No one cared for her. Her mother loved Jake best; and besides, if she + told her anythin', she'd only set down an' cry. She'd write and say she + was comfortable; and her father?—he'd get over it. He was kind + always, but he never felt much anyway—leastwise, he never showed + anythin'. When they got her letter 'twould be all right. That was what + she'd do—and so, with her little hands clenched and feverish face, + she sat and thought, letting her imagination work. + </p> + <p> + A few mornings later Bancroft came down early. He had slept badly, had + been nervous and disturbed by jealous forebodings, and had not won easily + to self-control. He had only been in the sitting-room a minute or two when + the Elder entered, and stopping in front of him asked sharply: + </p> + <p> + “Hev you seen Loo yet?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Is she down?” + </p> + <p> + “I reckoned you'd know ef she had made out anythin' partikler to do + to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” he repeated seriously, the Elder's manner impressing him. “No! she + told me nothing, but perhaps she hasn't got up yet.” + </p> + <p> + “She ain't in her room.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't hear buggy-wheels last night—along towards two o'clock?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but—you don't mean to say? Lawyer Barkman!” And Bancroft + started up with horror in his look. + </p> + <p> + The Elder stared at him, with rigid face and wild eyes, but as he + gradually took in the sincerity of the young man's excitement, he turned, + and left the room. + </p> + <p> + To his bedroom he went, and there, after closing the door, fell on his + knees. For a long time no word came; with clasped hands and bowed head the + old man knelt in silence. Sobs shook his frame, but no tears fell. At + length broken sentences dropped heavily from his half-conscious lips: + </p> + <p> + “Lord, Lord! 'Tain't right to punish her. She knowed nothin'. She's so + young. I did wrong, but I kain't bear her to be punished. + </p> + <p> + “P'r'aps You've laid this on me jes' to show I'm foolish and weak. That's + so, O Lord! I'm in the hollow of Your hand. But You'll save her, O Lord! + for Jesus' sake. + </p> + <p> + “I'm all broke up. I kain't pray. I'm skeered. Lord Christ, help her; + stan' by her; be with her. O Lord, forgive!” + </p> + <h3> + JUNE AND JULY, 1891. + </h3> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE SHERIFF AND HIS PARTNER. + </h2> + <p> + One afternoon in July, 1869, I was seated at my desk in Locock's + law-office in the town of Kiota, Kansas. I had landed in New York from + Liverpool nearly a year before, and had drifted westwards seeking in vain + for some steady employment. Lawyer Locock, however, had promised to let me + study law with him, and to give me a few dollars a month besides, for my + services as a clerk. I was fairly satisfied with the prospect, and the + little town interested me. An outpost of civilization, it was situated on + the border of the great plains, which were still looked upon as the + natural possession of the nomadic Indian tribes. It owed its importance to + the fact that it lay on the cattle-trail which led from the prairies of + Texas through this no man's land to the railway system, and that it was + the first place where the cowboys coming north could find a bed to sleep + in, a bar to drink at, and a table to gamble on. For some years they had + made of Kiota a hell upon earth. But gradually the land in the + neighbourhood was taken up by farmers, emigrants chiefly from New England, + who were determined to put an end to the reign of violence. A man named + Johnson was their leader in establishing order and tranquillity. Elected, + almost as soon as he came to the town, to the dangerous post of City + Marshal, he organized a vigilance committee of the younger and more daring + settlers, backed by whom he resolutely suppressed the drunken rioting of + the cowboys. After the ruffians had been taught to behave themselves, + Johnson was made Sheriff of the County, a post which gave him a house and + permanent position. Though married now, and apparently “settled down,” the + Sheriff was a sort of hero in Kiota. I had listened to many tales about + him, showing desperate determination veined with a sense of humour, and I + often regretted that I had reached the place too late to see him in + action. I had little or nothing to do in the office. The tedium of the + long days was almost unbroken, and Stephen's “Commentaries” had become as + monotonous and unattractive as the bare uncarpeted floor. The heat was + tropical, and I was dozing when a knock startled me. A negro boy slouched + in with a bundle of newspapers: + </p> + <p> + “This yer is Jedge Locock's, I guess?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so,” was my answer as I lazily opened the third or fourth number + of the “Kiota Weekly Tribune.” Glancing over the sheet my eye caught the + following paragraph: + </p> + <h3> + “HIGHWAY ROBBERY WITH VIOLENCE. + </h3> + <h3> + “JUDGE SHANNON STOPPED. + </h3> + <h3> + “THE OUTLAW ESCAPES. + </h3> + <h3> + “HE KNOWS SHERIFF JOHNSON. + </h3> + <p> + “Information has just reached us of an outrage perpetrated on the person + of one of our most respected fellow-citizens. The crime was committed in + daylight, on the public highway within four miles of this city; a crime, + therefore, without parallel in this vicinity for the last two years. + Fortunately our County and State authorities can be fully trusted, and we + have no sort of doubt that they can command, if necessary, the succour and + aid of each and every citizen of this locality in order to bring the + offending miscreant to justice. + </p> + <p> + “We now place the plain recital of this outrage before our readers. + </p> + <p> + “Yesterday afternoon, as Ex-Judge Shannon was riding from his law-office + in Kiota towards his home on Sumach Bluff, he was stopped about four miles + from this town by a man who drew a revolver on him, telling him at the + same time to pull up. The Judge, being completely unarmed and unprepared, + obeyed, and was told to get down from the buckboard, which he did. He was + then ordered to put his watch and whatever money he had, in the road, and + to retreat three paces. + </p> + <p> + “The robber pocketed the watch and money, and told him he might tell + Sheriff Johnson that Tom Williams had 'gone through him,' and that he + (Williams) could be found at the saloon in Osawotamie at any time. The + Judge now hoped for release, but Tom Williams (if that be the robber's + real name) seemed to get an afterthought, which he at once proceeded to + carry into effect. Drawing a knife he cut the traces, and took out of the + shafts the Judge's famous trotting mare, Lizzie D., which he mounted with + the remark: + </p> + <p> + “'Sheriff Johnson, I reckon, would come after the money anyway, but the + hoss'll fetch him——sure pop.' + </p> + <p> + “These words have just been given to us by Judge Shannon himself, who + tells us also that the outrage took place on the North Section Line, + bounding Bray's farm. + </p> + <p> + “After this speech the highway robber Williams rode towards the township + of Osawotamie, while Judge Shannon, after drawing the buckboard to the + edge of the track, was compelled to proceed homewards on foot. + </p> + <p> + “The outrage, as we have said, took place late last evening, and Judge + Shannon, we understand, did not trouble to inform the County authorities + of the circumstance till to-day at noon, after leaving our office. What + the motive of the crime may have been we do not worry ourselves to + inquire; a crime, an outrage upon justice and order, has been committed; + that is all we care to know. If anything fresh happens in this connection + we propose to issue a second edition of this paper. Our fellow-citizens + may rely upon our energy and watchfulness to keep them posted. + </p> + <p> + “Just before going to press we learn that Sheriff Johnson was out of town + attending to business when Judge Shannon called; but Sub-Sheriff Jarvis + informs us that he expects the Sheriff back shortly. It is necessary to + add, by way of explanation, that Mr. Jarvis cannot leave the jail + unguarded, even for a few hours.” + </p> + <p> + As may be imagined this item of news awakened my keenest interest. It + fitted in with some things that I knew already, and I was curious to learn + more. I felt that this was the first act in a drama. Vaguely I remembered + some one telling in disconnected phrases why the Sheriff had left + Missouri, and come to Kansas: + </p> + <p> + “'Twas after a quor'll with a pardner of his, named Williams, who kicked + out.” + </p> + <p> + Bit by bit the story, to which I had not given much attention when I heard + it, so casually, carelessly was it told, recurred to my memory. + </p> + <p> + “They say as how Williams cut up rough with Johnson, and drawed a knife on + him, which Johnson gripped with his left while he pulled trigger.—Williams, + I heerd, was in the wrong; I hain't perhaps got the right end of it; + anyhow, you might hev noticed the Sheriff hes lost the little finger off + his left hand.—Johnson, they say, got right up and lit out from + Pleasant Hill. Perhaps the folk in Mizzoori kinder liked Williams the best + of the two; I don't know. Anyway, Sheriff Johnson's a square man; his + record here proves it. An' real grit, you bet your life.” + </p> + <p> + The narrative had made but a slight impression on me at the time; I didn't + know the persons concerned, and had no reason to interest myself in their + fortunes. In those early days, moreover, I was often homesick, and gave + myself up readily to dreaming of English scenes and faces. Now the words + and drawling intonation came back to me distinctly, and with them the + question: Was the robber of Judge Shannon the same Williams who had once + been the Sheriff's partner? My first impulse was to hurry into the street + and try to find out; but it was the chief part of my duty to stay in the + office till six o'clock; besides, the Sheriff was “out of town,” and + perhaps would not be back that day. The hours dragged to an end at last; + my supper was soon finished, and, as night drew down, I hastened along the + wooden side-walk of Washington Street towards the Carvell House. This + hotel was much too large for the needs of the little town; it contained + some fifty bedrooms, of which perhaps half-a-dozen were permanently + occupied by “high-toned” citizens, and a billiard-room of gigantic size, + in which stood nine tables, as well as the famous bar. The space between + the bar, which ran across one end of the room, and the billiard-tables, + was the favourite nightly resort of the prominent politicians and + gamblers. There, if anywhere, my questions would be answered. + </p> + <p> + On entering the billiard-room I was struck by the number of men who had + come together. Usually only some twenty or thirty were present, half of + whom sat smoking and chewing about the bar, while the rest watched a game + of billiards or took a “life” in pool. This evening, however, the + billiard-tables were covered with their slate-coloured “wraps,” while at + least a hundred and fifty men were gathered about the open space of + glaring light near the bar. I hurried up the room, but as I approached the + crowd my steps grew slower, and I became half ashamed of my eager, + obtrusive curiosity and excitement. There was a kind of reproof in the + lazy, cool glance which one man after another cast upon me, as I went by. + Assuming an air of indecision I threaded my way through the chairs + uptilted against the sides of the billiard-tables. I had drained a glass + of Bourbon whisky before I realized that these apparently careless men + were stirred by some emotion which made them more cautious, more silent, + more warily on their guard than usual. The gamblers and loafers, too, had + taken “back seats” this evening, whilst hard-working men of the farmer + class who did not frequent the expensive bar of the Carvell House were to + be seen in front. It dawned upon me that the matter was serious, and was + being taken seriously. + </p> + <p> + The silence was broken from time to time by some casual remark of no + interest, drawled out in a monotone; every now and then a man invited the + “crowd” to drink with him, and that was all. Yet the moral atmosphere was + oppressive, and a vague feeling of discomfort grew upon me. These men + “meant business.” + </p> + <p> + Presently the door on my left opened—Sheriff Johnson came into the + room. + </p> + <p> + “Good evenin',” he said; and a dozen voices, one after another, answered + with “Good evenin'! good evenin', Sheriff!” A big frontiersman, however, a + horse-dealer called Martin, who, I knew, had been on the old vigilance + committee, walked from the centre of the group in front of the bar to the + Sheriff, and held out his hand with: + </p> + <p> + “Shake, old man, and name the drink.” The + </p> + <p> + Sheriff took the proffered hand as if mechanically, and turned to the bar + with “Whisky—straight.” Sheriff Johnson was a man of medium height, + sturdily built. A broad forehead, and clear, grey-blue eyes that met + everything fairly, testified in his favour. The nose, however, was fleshy + and snub. The mouth was not to be seen, nor its shape guessed at, so + thickly did the brown moustache and beard grow; but the short beard seemed + rather to exaggerate than conceal an extravagant outjutting of the lower + jaw, that gave a peculiar expression of energy and determination to the + face. His manner was unobtrusively quiet and deliberate. + </p> + <p> + It was an unusual occurrence for Johnson to come at night to the + bar-lounge, which was beginning to fall into disrepute among the + puritanical or middle-class section of the community. No one, however, + seemed to pay any further attention to him or to remark the unusual + cordiality of Martin's greeting. A quarter of an hour elapsed before + anything of note occurred. Then, an elderly man whom I did not know, a + farmer, by his dress, drew a copy of the “Kiota Tribune” from his pocket, + and, stretching it towards Johnson, asked with a very marked Yankee twang: + </p> + <p> + “Sheriff, hev yeou read this 'Tribune'?” + </p> + <p> + Wheeling half round towards his questioner, the Sheriff replied: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I hev.” A pause ensued, which was made significant to me by the + fact that the bar-keeper suspended his hand and did not pour out the + whisky he had just been asked to supply—a pause during which the two + faced each other; it was broken by the farmer saying: + </p> + <p> + “Ez yeou wer out of town to-day, I allowed yeou might hev missed seein' + it. I reckoned yeou'd come straight hyar before yeou went to hum.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Crosskey,” rejoined the Sheriff, with slow emphasis; “I went home + first and came on hyar to see the boys.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” said Mr. Crosskey, as it seemed to me, half apologetically, + “knowin' yeou I guessed yeou ought to hear the facks,” then, with some + suddenness, stretching out his hand, he added, “I hev some way to go, an' + my old woman 'ull be waitin' up fer me. Good night, Sheriff.” The hands + met while the Sheriff nodded: “Good night, Jim.” + </p> + <p> + After a few greetings to right and left Mr. Crosskey left the bar. The + crowd went on smoking, chewing, and drinking, but the sense of expectancy + was still in the air, and the seriousness seemed, if anything, to have + increased. Five or ten minutes may have passed when a man named Reid, who + had run for the post of Sub-Sheriff the year before, and had failed to + beat Johnson's nominee Jarvis, rose from his chair and asked abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “Sheriff, do you reckon to take any of us uns with you to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + With an indefinable ring of sarcasm in his negligent tone, the Sheriff + answered: + </p> + <p> + “I guess not, Mr. Reid.” + </p> + <p> + Quickly Reid replied: “Then I reckon there's no use in us stayin';” and + turning to a small knot of men among whom he had been sitting, he added, + “Let's go, boys!” + </p> + <p> + The men got up and filed out after their leader without greeting the + Sheriff in any way. With the departure of this group the shadow lifted. + Those who still remained showed in manner a marked relief, and a moment or + two later a man named Morris, whom I knew to be a gambler by profession, + called out lightly: + </p> + <p> + “The crowd and you'll drink with me, Sheriff, I hope? I want another + glass, and then we won't keep you up any longer, for you ought to have a + night's rest with to-morrow's work before you.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff smiled assent. Every one moved towards the bar, and + conversation became general. Morris was the centre of the company, and he + directed the talk jokingly to the account in the “Tribune,” making fun, as + it seemed to me, though I did not understand all his allusions, of the + editor's timidity and pretentiousness. Morris interested and amused me + even more than he amused the others; he talked like a man of some + intelligence and reading, and listening to him I grew light-hearted and + careless, perhaps more careless than usual, for my spirits had been + ice-bound in the earlier gloom of the evening. + </p> + <p> + “Fortunately our County and State authorities can be fully trusted,” some + one said. + </p> + <p> + “Mark that 'fortunately,' Sheriff,” laughed Morris. “The editor was afraid + to mention you alone, so he hitched the State on with you to lighten the + load.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay!” chimed in another of the gamblers, “and the 'aid and succour of each + and every citizen,' eh, Sheriff, as if you'd take the whole town with you. + I guess two or three'll be enough fer Williams.” + </p> + <p> + This annoyed me. It appeared to me that Williams had addressed a personal + challenge to the Sheriff, and I thought that Johnson should so consider + it. Without waiting for the Sheriff to answer, whether in protest or + acquiescence, I broke in: + </p> + <p> + “Two or three would be cowardly. One should go, and one only.” At once I + felt rather than saw the Sheriff free himself from the group of men; the + next moment he stood opposite to me. + </p> + <p> + “What was that?” he asked sharply, holding me with keen eye and out-thrust + chin—repressed passion in voice and look. + </p> + <p> + The antagonism of his bearing excited and angered me not a little. I + replied: + </p> + <p> + “I think it would be cowardly to take two or three against a single man. I + said one should go, and I say so still.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” he sneered. “I guess you'd go alone, wouldn't you? to bring + Williams in?” + </p> + <p> + “If I were paid for it I should,” was my heedless retort. As I spoke his + face grew white with such passion that I instinctively put up my hands to + defend myself, thinking he was about to attack me. The involuntary + movement may have seemed boyish to him, for thought came into his eyes, + and his face relaxed; moving away he said quietly: + </p> + <p> + “I'll set up drinks, boys.” + </p> + <p> + They grouped themselves about him and drank, leaving me isolated. But + this, now my blood was up, only added to the exasperation I felt at his + contemptuous treatment, and accordingly I walked to the bar, and as the + only unoccupied place was by Johnson's side I went there and said, + speaking as coolly as I could: + </p> + <p> + “Though no one asks me to drink I guess I'll take some whisky, bar-keeper, + if you please.” Johnson was standing with his back to me, but when I spoke + he looked round, and I saw, or thought I saw, a sort of curiosity in his + gaze. I met his eye defiantly. He turned to the others and said, in his + ordinary, slow way: + </p> + <p> + “Wall, good night, boys; I've got to go. It's gittin' late, an' I've had + about as much as I want.” + </p> + <p> + Whether he alluded to the drink or to my impertinence I was unable to + divine. Without adding a word he left the room amid a chorus of “Good + night, Sheriff!” With him went Martin and half-a-dozen more. + </p> + <p> + I thought I had come out of the matter fairly well until I spoke to some + of the men standing near. They answered me, it is true, but in + monosyllables, and evidently with unwillingness. In silence I finished my + whisky, feeling that every one was against me for some inexplicable cause. + I resented this and stayed on. In a quarter of an hour the rest of the + crowd had departed, with the exception of Morris and a few of the same + kidney. + </p> + <p> + When I noticed that these gamblers, outlaws by public opinion, held away + from me, I became indignant. Addressing myself to Morris, I asked: + </p> + <p> + “Can you tell me, sir, for you seem to be an educated man, what I have + said or done to make you all shun me?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess so,” he answered indifferently. “You took a hand in a game where + you weren't wanted. And you tried to come in without ever having paid the + <i>ante,</i> which is not allowed in any game—at least not in any + game played about here.” + </p> + <p> + The allusion seemed plain; I was not only a stranger, but a foreigner; + that must be my offence. With a “Good night, sir; good night, bar-keeper!” + I left the room. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The next morning I went as usual to the office. I may have been seated + there about an hour—it was almost eight o'clock—when I heard a + knock at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Come in,” I said, swinging round in the American chair, to find myself + face to face with Sheriff Johnson. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Sheriff, come in!” I exclaimed cheerfully, for I was relieved at + seeing him, and so realized more clearly than ever that the unpleasantness + of the previous evening had left in me a certain uneasiness. I was eager + to show that the incident had no importance: + </p> + <p> + “Won't you take a seat? and you'll have a cigar?—these are not bad.” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you,” he answered. “No, I guess I won't sit nor smoke jest + now.” After a pause, he added, “I see you're studyin'; p'r'aps you're busy + to-day; I won't disturb you.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't disturb me, Sheriff,” I rejoined. “As for studying, there's not + much in it. I seem to prefer dreaming.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” he said, letting his eyes range round the walls furnished with Law + Reports bound in yellow calf, “I don't know, I guess there's a big lot of + readin' to do before a man gets through with all those.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” I laughed, “the more I read the more clearly I see that law is only + a sermon on various texts supplied by common sense.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” he went on slowly, coming a pace or two nearer and speaking with + increased seriousness, “I reckon you've got all Locock's business to see + after: his clients to talk to; letters to answer, and all that; and when + he's on the drunk I guess he don't do much. I won't worry you any more.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't worry me,” I replied. “I've not had a letter to answer in three + days, and not a soul comes here to talk about business or anything else. I + sit and dream, and wish I had something to do out there in the sunshine. + Your work is better than reading words, words—nothing but words.” + </p> + <p> + “You ain't busy; hain't got anything to do here that might keep you? + Nothin'?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a thing. I'm sick of Blackstone and all Commentaries.” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder (moving half round in the chair, I + had for the moment turned sideways to him), and his voice was surprisingly + hard and quick: + </p> + <p> + “Then I swear you in as a Deputy-Sheriff of the United States, and of this + State of Kansas; and I charge you to bring in and deliver at the Sheriff's + house, in this county of Elwood, Tom Williams, alive or dead, and—there's + your fee, five dollars and twenty-five cents!” and he laid the money on + the table. + </p> + <p> + Before the singular speech was half ended I had swung round facing him, + with a fairly accurate understanding of what he meant. But the moment for + decision had come with such sharp abruptness, that I still did not realize + my position, though I replied defiantly as if accepting the charge: + </p> + <p> + “I've not got a weapon.” + </p> + <p> + “The boys allowed you mightn't hev, and so I brought some along. You ken + suit your hand.” While speaking he produced two or three revolvers of + different sizes, and laid them before me. + </p> + <p> + Dazed by the rapid progress of the plot, indignant, too, at the trick + played upon me, I took up the nearest revolver and looked at it almost + without seeing it. The Sheriff seemed to take my gaze for that of an + expert's curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “It shoots true,” he said meditatively, “plumb true; but it's too small to + drop a man. I guess it wouldn't stop any one with grit in him.” + </p> + <p> + My anger would not allow me to consider his advice; I thrust the weapon in + my pocket: + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got a buggy. How am I to get to Osawotamie?” + </p> + <p> + “Mine's hitched up outside. You ken hev it.” + </p> + <p> + Rising to my feet I said: “Then we can go.” + </p> + <p> + We had nearly reached the door of the office, when the Sheriff stopped, + turned his back upon the door, and looking straight into my eyes said: + </p> + <p> + “Don't play foolish. You've no call to go. Ef you're busy, ef you've got + letters to write, anythin' to do—I'll tell the boys you sed so, and + that'll be all; that'll let you out.” + </p> + <p> + Half-humorously, as it seemed to me, he added: “You're young and a + tenderfoot. You'd better stick to what you've begun upon. That's the way + to do somethin'.—I often think it's the work chooses us, and we've + just got to get down and do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I've told you I had nothing to do,” I retorted angrily; “that's the + truth. Perhaps” (sarcastically) “this work chooses me.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff moved away from the door. + </p> + <p> + On reaching the street I stopped for a moment in utter wonder. At that + hour in the morning Washington Street was usually deserted, but now it + seemed as if half the men in the town had taken up places round the + entrance to Locock's office stairs. Some sat on barrels or boxes tipped up + against the shop-front (the next store was kept by a German, who sold + fruit and eatables); others stood about in groups or singly; a few were + seated on the edge of the side-walk, with their feet in the dust of the + street. Right before me and most conspicuous was the gigantic figure of + Martin. He was sitting on a small barrel in front of the Sheriff's buggy. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning,” I said in the air, but no one answered me. Mastering my + irritation, I went forward to undo the hitching-strap, but Martin, + divining my intention, rose and loosened the buckle. As I reached him, he + spoke in a low whisper, keeping his back turned to me: + </p> + <p> + “Shoot off a joke quick. The boys'll let up on you then. It'll be all + right. Say somethin', for God's sake!” + </p> + <p> + The rough sympathy did me good, relaxed the tightness round my heart; the + resentment natural to one entrapped left me, and some of my + self-confidence returned: + </p> + <p> + “I never felt less like joking in my life, Martin, and humour can't be + produced to order.” + </p> + <p> + He fastened up the hitching-strap, while I gathered the reins together and + got into the buggy. When I was fairly seated he stepped to the side of the + open vehicle, and, holding out his hand, said, “Good day,” adding, as our + hands clasped, “Wade in, young un; wade in.” + </p> + <p> + “Good day, Martin. Good day, Sheriff. Good day, boys!” + </p> + <p> + To my surprise there came a chorus of answering “Good days!” as I drove up + the street. + </p> + <p> + A few hundred yards I went, and then wheeled to the right past the post + office, and so on for a quarter of a mile, till I reached the descent from + the higher ground, on which the town was built, to the river. There, on my + left, on the verge of the slope, stood the Sheriff's house in a lot by + itself, with the long, low jail attached to it. Down the hill I went, and + across the bridge and out into the open country. I drove rapidly for about + five miles—more than halfway to Osawotamie—and then I pulled + up, in order to think quietly and make up my mind. + </p> + <p> + I grasped the situation now in all its details. Courage was the one virtue + which these men understood, the only one upon which they prided + themselves. I, a stranger, a “tenderfoot,” had questioned the courage of + the boldest among them, and this mission was their answer to my insolence. + The “boys” had planned the plot; Johnson was not to blame; clearly he + wanted to let me out of it; he would have been satisfied there in the + office if I had said that I was busy; he did not like to put his work on + any one else. And yet he must profit by my going. Were I killed, the whole + country would rise against Williams; whereas if I shot Williams, the + Sheriff would be relieved of the task. I wondered whether the fact of his + having married made any difference to the Sheriff. Possibly—and yet + it was not the Sheriff; it was the “boys” who had insisted on giving me + the lesson. Public opinion was dead against me. “I had come into a game + where I was not wanted, and I had never even paid the <i>ante</i>”—that + was Morris's phrase. Of course it was all clear now. I had never given any + proof of courage, as most likely all the rest had at some time or other. + That was the <i>ante</i> Morris meant.... + </p> + <p> + My wilfulness had got me into the scrape; I had only myself to thank. Not + alone the Sheriff but Martin would have saved me had I profited by the + door of escape which he had tried to open for me. Neither of them wished + to push the malice to the point of making me assume the Sheriff's risk, + and Martin at least, and probably the Sheriff also, had taken my quick, + half-unconscious words and acts as evidence of reckless determination. If + I intended to live in the West I must go through with the matter. + </p> + <p> + But what nonsense it all was! Why should I chuck away my life in the + attempt to bring a desperate ruffian to justice? And who could say that + Williams was a ruffian? It was plain that his quarrel with the Sheriff was + one of old date and purely personal. He had “stopped” Judge Shannon in + order to bring about a duel with the Sheriff. Why should I fight the + Sheriff's duels? Justice, indeed! justice had nothing to do with this + affair; I did not even know which man was in the right. Reason led + directly to the conclusion that I had better turn the horse's head + northwards, drive as fast and as far as I could, and take the train as + soon as possible out of the country. But while I recognized that this was + the only sensible decision, I felt that I could not carry it into action. + To run away was impossible; my cheeks burned with shame at the thought. + </p> + <p> + Was I to give my life for a stupid practical joke? “Yes!”—a voice + within me answered sharply. “It would be well if a man could always choose + the cause for which he risks his life, but it may happen that he ought to + throw it away for a reason that seems inadequate.” + </p> + <p> + “What ought I to do?” I questioned. + </p> + <p> + “Go on to Osawotamie, arrest Williams, and bring him into Kiota,” replied + my other self. + </p> + <p> + “And if he won't come?” + </p> + <p> + “Shoot him—you are charged to deliver him 'alive or dead' at the + Sheriff's house. No more thinking, drive straight ahead and act as if you + were a representative of the law and Williams a criminal. It has to be + done.” + </p> + <p> + The resolution excited me, I picked up the reins and proceeded. At the + next section-line I turned to the right, and ten or fifteen minutes later + saw Osawotamie in the distance. + </p> + <p> + I drew up, laid the reins on the dashboard, and examined the revolver. It + was a small four-shooter, with a large bore. To make sure of its + efficiency I took out a cartridge; it was quite new. While weighing it in + my hand, the Sheriff's words recurred to me, “It wouldn't stop any one + with grit in him.” What did he mean? I didn't want to think, so I put the + cartridge in again, cocked and replaced the pistol in my right-side jacket + pocket, and drove on. Osawotamie consisted of a single street of + straggling frame-buildings. After passing half-a-dozen of them I saw, on + the right, one which looked to me like a saloon. It was evidently a + stopping-place. There were several hitching-posts, and the house boasted + instead of a door two green Venetian blinds put upon rollers—the + usual sign of a drinking-saloon in the West. + </p> + <p> + I got out of the buggy slowly and carefully, so as not to shift the + position of the revolver, and after hitching up the horse, entered the + saloon. Coming out of the glare of the sunshine I could hardly see in the + darkened room. In a moment or two my eyes grew accustomed to the dim + light, and I went over to the bar, which was on my left. The bar-keeper + was sitting down; his head and shoulders alone were visible; I asked him + for a lemon squash. + </p> + <p> + “Anythin' in it?” he replied, without lifting his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “No; I'm thirsty and hot.” + </p> + <p> + “I guessed that was about the figger,” he remarked, getting up leisurely + and beginning to mix the drink with his back to me. + </p> + <p> + I used the opportunity to look round the room. Three steps from me stood a + tall man, lazily leaning with his right arm on the bar, his fingers + touching a half-filled glass. He seemed to be gazing past me into the + void, and thus allowed me to take note of his appearance. In + shirt-sleeves, like the bar-keeper, he had a belt on in which were two + large revolvers with white ivory handles. His face was prepossessing, with + large but not irregular features, bronzed fair skin, hazel eyes, and long + brown moustache. He looked strong and was lithe of form, as if he had not + done much hard bodily work. There was no one else in the room except a man + who appeared to be sleeping at a table in the far corner with his head + pillowed on his arms. + </p> + <p> + As I completed this hasty scrutiny of the room and its inmates, the + bar-keeper gave me my squash, and I drank eagerly. The excitement had made + me thirsty, for I knew that the crisis must be at hand, but I experienced + no other sensation save that my heart was thumping and my throat was dry. + Yawning as a sign of indifference (I had resolved to be as deliberate as + the Sheriff) I put my hand in my pocket on the revolver. I felt that I + could draw it out at once. + </p> + <p> + I addressed the bar-keeper: + </p> + <p> + “Say, do you know the folk here in Osawotamie?” + </p> + <p> + After a pause he replied: + </p> + <p> + “Most on 'em, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + Another pause and a second question: + </p> + <p> + “Do you know Tom Williams?” + </p> + <p> + The eyes looked at me with a faint light of surprise in them; they looked + away again, and came back with short, half suspicious, half curious + glances. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you're a friend of his'n?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know him, but I'd like to meet him.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you, though?” Turning half round, the bar-keeper took down a bottle + and glass, and poured out some whisky, seemingly for his own consumption. + Then: “I guess he's not hard to meet, isn't Williams, ef you and me mean + the same man.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess we do,” I replied; “Tom Williams is the name.” + </p> + <p> + “That's me,” said the tall man who was leaning on the bar near me, “that's + my name.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you the Williams that stopped Judge Shannon yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know his name,” came the careless reply, “but I stopped a man in + a buck-board.” + </p> + <p> + Plucking out my revolver, and pointing it low down on his breast, I said: + </p> + <p> + “I'm sent to arrest you; you must come with me to Kiota.” + </p> + <p> + Without changing his easy posture, or a muscle of his face, he asked in + the same quiet voice: + </p> + <p> + “What does this mean, anyway? Who sent you to arrest me?” + </p> + <p> + “Sheriff Johnson,” I answered. + </p> + <p> + The man started upright, and said, as if amazed, in a quick, loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “Sheriff Johnson sent <i>you</i> to arrest me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” I retorted, “Sheriff Samuel Johnson swore me in this morning as his + deputy, and charged me to bring you into Kiota.” + </p> + <p> + In a tone of utter astonishment he repeated my words, “Sheriff Samuel + Johnson!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” I replied, “Samuel Johnson, Sheriff of Elwood County.” + </p> + <p> + “See here,” he asked suddenly, fixing me with a look of angry suspicion, + “what sort of a man is he? What does he figger like?” + </p> + <p> + “He's a little shorter than I am,” I replied curtly, “with a brown beard + and bluish eyes—a square-built sort of man.” + </p> + <p> + “Hell!” There was savage rage and menace in the exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “You kin put that up!” he added, absorbed once more in thought. I paid no + attention to this; I was not going to put the revolver away at his + bidding. Presently he asked in his ordinary voice: + </p> + <p> + “What age man might this Johnson be?” + </p> + <p> + “About forty or forty-five, I should think.” + </p> + <p> + “And right off Sam Johnson swore you in and sent you to bring me into + Kiota—an' him Sheriff?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” I replied impatiently, “that's so.” + </p> + <p> + “Great God!” he exclaimed, bringing his clenched right hand heavily down + on the bar. “Here, Zeke!” turning to the man asleep in the corner, and + again he shouted “Zeke!” Then, with a rapid change of manner, and speaking + irritably, he said to me: + </p> + <p> + “Put that thing up, I say.” + </p> + <p> + The bar-keeper now spoke too: “I guess when Tom sez you kin put it up, you + kin. You hain't got no use fur it.” + </p> + <p> + The changes of Williams' tone from wonder to wrath and then to quick + resolution showed me that the doubt in him had been laid, and that I had + but little to do with the decision at which he had arrived, whatever that + decision might be. I understood, too, enough of the Western spirit to know + that he would take no unfair advantage of me. I therefore uncocked the + revolver and put it back into my pocket. In the meantime Zeke had got up + from his resting-place in the corner and had made his way sleepily to the + bar. He had taken more to drink than was good for him, though he was not + now really drunk. + </p> + <p> + “Give me and Zeke a glass, Joe,” said Williams; “and this gentleman, too, + if he'll drink with me, and take one yourself with us.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied the bar-keeper sullenly, “I'll not drink to any damned + foolishness. An' Zeke won't neither.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, he will,” Williams returned persuasively, “and so'll you, Joe. + You aren't goin' back on me.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I'll be just damned if I am,” said the barkeeper, half-conquered. + </p> + <p> + “What'll you take, sir?” Williams asked me. + </p> + <p> + “The bar-keeper knows my figger,” I answered, half-jestingly, not yet + understanding the situation, but convinced that it was turning out better + than I had expected. + </p> + <p> + “And you, Zeke?” he went on. + </p> + <p> + “The old pizen,” Zeke replied. + </p> + <p> + “And now, Joe, whisky for you and me—the square bottle,” he + continued, with brisk cheerfulness. + </p> + <p> + In silence the bar-keeper placed the drinks before us. As soon as the + glasses were empty Williams spoke again, putting out his hand to Zeke at + the same time: + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, old man, so long, but saddle up in two hours. Ef I don't come + then, you kin clear; but I guess I'll be with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, Joe.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, Tom,” replied the bar-keeper, taking the proffered hand, still + half-unwillingly, “if you're stuck on it; but the game is to wait for 'em + here—anyway that's how I'd play it.” + </p> + <p> + A laugh and shake of the head and Williams addressed me: + </p> + <p> + “Now, sir, I'm ready if you are.” We were walking towards the door, when + Zeke broke in: + </p> + <p> + “Say, Tom, ain't I to come along?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Zeke, I'll play this hand alone,” replied Williams, and two minutes + later he and I were seated in the buggy, driving towards Kiota. + </p> + <p> + We had gone more than a mile before he spoke again. He began very quietly, + as if confiding his thoughts to me: + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to make no mistake about this business—it ain't worth + while. I'm sure you're right, and Sheriff Samuel Johnson sent you, but, + maybe, ef you was to think you could kinder bring him before me. There + might be two of the name, the age, the looks—though it ain't + likely.” Then, as if a sudden inspiration moved him: + </p> + <p> + “Where did he come from, this Sam Johnson, do you know?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe he came from Pleasant Hill, Missouri. I've heard that he left + after a row with his partner, and it seems to me that his partner's name + was Williams. But that you ought to know better than I do. By-the-bye, + there is one sign by which Sheriff Johnson can always be recognized; he + has lost the little finger of his left hand. They say he caught Williams' + bowie with that hand and shot him with the right. But why he had to leave + Missouri I don't know, if Williams drew first.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm satisfied now,” said my companion, “but I guess you hain't got that + story correct; maybe you don't know the cause of it nor how it began; + maybe Williams didn't draw fust; maybe he was in the right all the way + through; maybe—but thar!—the first hand don't decide + everythin'. Your Sheriff's the man—that's enough for me.” + </p> + <p> + After this no word was spoken for miles. As we drew near the bridge + leading into the town of Kiota I remarked half-a-dozen men standing about. + Generally the place was deserted, so the fact astonished me a little. But + I said nothing. We had scarcely passed over half the length of the bridge, + however, when I saw that there were quite twenty men lounging around the + Kiota end of it. Before I had time to explain the matter to myself, + Williams spoke: “I guess he's got out all the vigilantes;” and then + bitterly: “The boys in old Mizzouri wouldn't believe this ef I told it on + him, the doggoned mean cuss.” + </p> + <p> + We crossed the bridge at a walk (it was forbidden to drive faster over the + rickety structure), and toiled up the hill through the bystanders, who did + not seem to see us, though I knew several of them. When we turned to the + right to reach the gate of the Sheriff's house, there were groups of men + on both sides. No one moved from his place; here and there, indeed, one of + them went on whittling. I drew up at the sidewalk, threw down the reins, + and jumped out of the buggy to hitch up the horse. My task was done. + </p> + <p> + I had the hitching-rein loose in my hand, when I became conscious of + something unusual behind me. I looked round—it was the stillness + that foreruns the storm. + </p> + <p> + Williams was standing on the side-walk facing the low wooden fence, a + revolver in each hand, but both pointing negligently to the ground; the + Sheriff had just come down the steps of his house; in his hands also were + revolvers; his deputy, Jarvis, was behind him on the stoop. + </p> + <p> + Williams spoke first: + </p> + <p> + “Sam Johnson, you sent for me, and I've come.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff answered firmly, “I did!” + </p> + <p> + Their hands went up, and crack! crack! crack! in quick succession, three + or four or five reports—I don't know how many. At the first shots + the Sheriff fell forward on his face. Williams started to run along the + side-walk; the groups of men at the corner, through whom he must pass, + closed together; then came another report, and at the same moment he + stopped, turned slowly half round, and sank down in a heap like an empty + sack. + </p> + <p> + I hurried to him; he had fallen almost as a tailor sits, but his head was + between his knees. I lifted it gently; blood was oozing from a hole in the + forehead. The men were about me; I heard them say: + </p> + <p> + “A derned good shot! Took him in the back of the head. Jarvis kin shoot!” + </p> + <p> + I rose to my feet. Jarvis was standing inside the fence supported by some + one; blood was welling from his bared left shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “I ain't much hurt,” he said, “but I guess the Sheriff's got it bad.” + </p> + <p> + The men moved on, drawing me with them, through the gate to where the + Sheriff lay. Martin turned him over on his back. They opened his shirt, + and there on the broad chest were two little blue marks, each in the + centre of a small mound of pink flesh. + </p> + <h3> + 4TH APRIL, 1891. + </h3> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A MODERN IDYLL. + </h2> + <p> + “I call it real good of you, Mr. Letgood, to come and see me. Won't you be + seated?” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. It's very warm to-day; and as I didn't feel like reading or + writing, I thought I'd come round.” + </p> + <p> + “You're just too kind for anythin'! To come an' pay me a visit when you + must be tired out with yesterday's preachin'. An' what a sermon you gave + us in the mornin'—it was too sweet. I had to wink my eyes pretty + hard, an' pull the tears down the back way, or I should have cried right + out—and Mrs. Jones watchin' me all the time under that dreadful + bonnet.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hooper had begun with a shade of nervousness in the hurried words; + but the emotion disappeared as she took up a comfortable pose in the + corner of the small sofa. + </p> + <p> + The Rev. John Letgood, having seated himself in an armchair, looked at her + intently before replying. She was well worth looking at, this Mrs. Hooper, + as she leaned back on the cushions in her cool white dress, which was so + thin and soft and well-fitting that her form could be seen through it + almost as clearly as through water. She appeared to be about eighteen + years old, and in reality was not yet twenty. At first sight one would + have said of her, “a pretty girl;” but an observant eye on the second + glance would have noticed those contradictions in face and in form which + bear witness to a certain complexity of nature. Her features were small, + regular, and firmly cut; the long, brown eyes looked out confidently under + straight, well-defined brows; but the forehead was low, and the sinuous + lips a vivid red. So, too, the slender figure and narrow hips formed a + contrast with the throat, which pouted in soft, white fulness. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you liked the sermon,” said the minister, breaking the silence, + “for it is not probable that you will hear many more from me.” There was + just a shade of sadness in the lower tone with which he ended the phrase. + He let the sad note drift in unconsciously—by dint of practice he + had become an artist in the management of his voice. + </p> + <p> + “You don't say!” exclaimed Mrs. Hooper, sitting up straight in her + excitement. “You ain't goin' to leave us, I hope?” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you pretend, Belle, to misunderstand me? You know I said three + months ago that if you didn't care for me I should have to leave this + place. And yesterday I told you that you must make up your mind at once, + as I was daily expecting a call to Chicago. Now I have come for your + answer, and you treat me as if I were a stranger, and you knew nothing of + what I feel for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she sighed, languorously nestling back into the corner. “Is that + all? I thought for a moment the 'call' had come.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it has not yet; but I am resolved to get an answer from you to-day, + or I shall go away, call or no call.” + </p> + <p> + “What would Nettie Williams say if she heard you?” laughed Mrs. Hooper, + with mischievous delight in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Belle,” he said in tender remonstrance, leaning forward and taking + the small cool hand in his, “what is my answer to be? Do you love me? Or + am I to leave Kansas City, and try somewhere else to get again into the + spirit of my work? God forgive me, but I want you to tell me to stay. Will + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I will,” she returned, while slowly withdrawing her hand. + “There ain't any one wants you to go, and why should you?” + </p> + <p> + “Why? Because my passion for you prevents me from doing my work. You tease + and torture me with doubt, and when I should be thinking of my duties I am + wondering whether or not you care for me. Do you love me? I must have a + plain answer.” + </p> + <p> + “Love you?” she repeated pensively. “I hardly know, but—” + </p> + <p> + “But what?” he asked impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “But—I must just see after the pies; this 'help' of ours is Irish, + an' doesn't know enough to turn them in the oven. And Mr. Hooper don't + like burnt pies.” + </p> + <p> + She spoke with coquettish gravity, and got up to go out of the room. But + when Mr. Letgood also rose, she stopped and smiled—waiting perhaps + for him to take his leave. As he did not speak she shook out her frock and + then pulled down her bodice at the waist and drew herself up, thus + throwing into relief the willowy outlines of her girlish form. The + provocative grace, unconscious or intentional, of the attitude was not + lost on her admirer. For an instant he stood irresolute, but when she + stepped forward to pass him, he seemed to lose his self-control, and, + putting his arms round her, tried to kiss her. With serpent speed and + litheness she bowed her head against his chest, and slipped out of the + embrace. On reaching the door she paused to say, over her shoulder: “If + you'll wait, I'll be back right soon;” then, as if a new thought had + occurred to her, she added turning to him: “The Deacon told me he was + coming home early to-day, and he'd be real sorry to miss you.” + </p> + <p> + As she disappeared, he took up his hat, and left the house. + </p> + <p> + It was about four o'clock on a day in mid-June. The sun was pouring down + rays of liquid flame; the road, covered inches deep in fine white dust, + and the wooden side-walks glowed with the heat, but up and down the steep + hills went the minister unconscious of physical discomfort. + </p> + <p> + “Does she care for me, or not? Why can't she tell me plainly? The teasing + creature! Did she give me the hint to go because she was afraid her + husband would come in? Or did she want to get rid of me in order not to + answer?... She wasn't angry with me for putting my arms round her, and yet + she wouldn't let me kiss her. Why not? She doesn't love him. She married + him because she was poor, and he was rich and a deacon. She can't love + him. He must be fifty-five if he's a day. Perhaps she doesn't love me + either—the little flirt! But how seductive she is, and what a body, + so round and firm and supple—not thin at all. I have the feel of it + on my hands now—I can't stand this.” + </p> + <p> + Shaking himself vigorously, he abandoned his meditation, which, like many + similar ones provoked by Mrs. Hooper, had begun in vexation and ended in + passionate desire. Becoming aware of the heat and dust, he stood still, + took off his hat, and wiped his forehead. + </p> + <p> + The Rev. John Letgood was an ideal of manhood to many women. He was + largely built, but not ungainly—the coarseness of the hands being + the chief indication of his peasant ancestry. His head was rather round, + and strongly set on broad shoulders; the nose was straight and well + formed; the dark eyes, however, were somewhat small, and the lower part of + the face too massive, though both chin and jaw were clearly marked. A + long, thick, brown moustache partly concealed the mouth; the lower lip + could just be seen, a little heavy, and sensual; the upper one was + certainly flexile and suasive. A good-looking man of thirty, who must have + been handsome when he was twenty, though even then, probably, too much + drawn by the pleasures of the senses to have had that distinction of + person which seems to be reserved for those who give themselves to thought + or high emotions. On entering his comfortable house, he was met by his + negro “help,” who handed him his “mail”: + </p> + <p> + “I done brot these, Massa; they's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, Pete,” he replied abstractedly, going into his cool study. He + flung himself into an armchair before the writing-table, and began to read + the letters. Two were tossed aside carelessly, but on opening the third he + sat up with a quick exclamation. Here at last was the “call” he had been + expecting, a “call” from the deacons of the Second Baptist Church in + Chicago, asking him to come and minister to their spiritual wants, and + offering him ten thousand dollars a year for his services. + </p> + <p> + For a moment exultation overcame every other feeling in the man. A light + flashed in his eyes as he exclaimed aloud: “It was that sermon did it! + What a good thing it was that I knew their senior deacon was in the church + on purpose to hear me! How well I brought in the apostrophe on the + cultivation of character that won me the prize at college! Ah, I have + never done anything finer than that, never! and perhaps never shall now. I + had been reading Channing then for months, was steeped in him; but + Channing has nothing as good as that in all his works. It has more weight + and dignity—dignity is the word—than anything he wrote. And to + think of its bringing me this! Ten thousand dollars a year and the second + church in Chicago, while here they think me well paid with five. Chicago! + I must accept it at once. Who knows, perhaps I shall get to New York yet, + and move as many thousands as here I move hundreds. No! not I. I do not + move them. I am weak and sinful. It is the Holy Spirit, and the power of + His grace. O Lord, I am thankful to Thee who hast been good to me + unworthy!” A pang of fear shot through him: “Perhaps He sends this to win + me away from Belle.” His fancy called her up before him as she had lain on + the sofa. Again he saw the bright malicious glances and the red lips, the + full white throat, and the slim roundness of her figure. He bowed his head + upon his hands and groaned. “O Lord, help me! I know not what to do. Help + me, O Lord!” + </p> + <p> + As if prompted by a sudden inspiration, he started to his feet. “Now she + must answer! Now what will she say? Here is the call. Ten thousand dollars + a year! What will she say to that?” + </p> + <p> + He spoke aloud in his excitement, all that was masculine in him glowing + with the sense of hard-won mastery over the tantalizing evasiveness of the + woman. + </p> + <p> + On leaving his house he folded up the letter, thrust it into the + breast-pocket of his frock-coat, and strode rapidly up the hill towards + Mrs. Hooper's. At first he did not even think of her last words, but when + he had gone up and down the first hill and was beginning to climb the + second they suddenly came back to him. He did not want to meet her husband—least + of all now. He paused. What should he do? Should he wait till to-morrow? + No, that was out of the question; he couldn't wait. He must know what + answer to send to the call. If Deacon Hooper happened to be at home he + would talk to him about the door of the vestry, which would not shut + properly. If the Deacon was not there, he would see her and force a + confession from her.... + </p> + <p> + While the shuttle of his thought flew thus to and fro, he did not at all + realize that he was taking for granted what he had refused to believe half + an hour before. He felt certain now that Deacon Hooper would not be in, + and that Mrs. Hooper had got rid of him on purpose to avoid his + importunate love-making. When he reached the house and rang the bell his + first question was: + </p> + <p> + “Is the Deacon at home?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sah.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Mrs. Hooper in?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sah.” + </p> + <p> + “Please tell her I should like to see her for a moment. I will not keep + her long. Say it's very important.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Massa, I bring her shuah,” said the negress with a good-natured + grin, opening the door of the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + In a minute or two Mrs. Hooper came into the room looking as cool and + fresh as if “pies” were baked in ice. + </p> + <p> + “Good day, <i>again</i>, Mr. Letgood. Won't you take a chair?” + </p> + <p> + He seemed to feel the implied reproach, for without noticing her + invitation to sit down he came to the point at once. Plunging his hand + into his pocket, he handed her the letter from Chicago. + </p> + <p> + She took it with the quick interest of curiosity, but as she read, the + colour deepened in her cheeks, and before she had finished it she broke + out, <i>“Ten thousand dollars a year!</i>” + </p> + <p> + As she gave the letter back she did not raise her eyes, but said musingly: + “That is a call indeed....” Staring straight before her she added: “How + strange it should come to-day! Of course you'll accept it.” + </p> + <p> + A moment, and she darted the question at him: + </p> + <p> + “Does she know? Have you told Miss Williams yet? But there, I suppose you + have!” After another pause, she went on: + </p> + <p> + “What a shame to take you away just when we had all got to know and like + you! I suppose we shall have some old fogey now who will preach against + dancin' an' spellin'-bees an' surprise-parties. And, of course, he won't + like me, or come here an' call as often as you do—makin' the other + girls jealous. I shall hate the change!” And in her innocent excitement + she slowly lifted her brown eyes to his. + </p> + <p> + “You know you're talking nonsense, Belle,” he replied, with grave + earnestness. “I've come for your answer. If you wish me to stay, if you + really care for me, I shall refuse this offer.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't tell!” she exclaimed. “Refuse ten thousand dollars a year and a + church in Chicago to stay here in Kansas City! I know I shouldn't! Why,” + and she fixed her eyes on his as she spoke, “you must be real good even to + think of such a thing. But then, you won't refuse,” she added, pouting. + “No one would,” she concluded, with profound conviction. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” answered the minister, moving to her and quietly putting both + hands on her waist, while his voice seemed to envelope and enfold her with + melodious tenderness. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, I shall refuse it, Belle, if <i>you</i> wish me to; refuse it as + I should ten times as great a prize, as I think I should refuse—God + forgive me!—heaven itself, if you were not there to make it + beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + While speaking he drew her to him gently; her body yielded to his touch, + and her gaze, as if fascinated, was drawn into his. But when the flow of + words ceased, and he bent to kiss her, the spell seemed to lose its power + over her. In an instant she wound herself out of his arms, and with + startled eyes aslant whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Hush! he's coming! Don't you hear his step?” As Mr. Letgood went again + towards her with a tenderly reproachful and incredulous “Now, Belle,” she + stamped impatiently on the floor while exclaiming in a low, but angry + voice, “Do take care! That's the Deacon's step.” + </p> + <p> + At the same moment her companion heard it too. The sounds were distinct on + the wooden side-walk, and when they ceased at the little gate four or five + yards from the house he knew that she was right. He pulled himself + together, and with a man's untimely persistence spoke hurriedly: + </p> + <p> + “I shall wait for your answer till Sunday morning next. Before then you + must have assured me of your love, or I shall go to Chicago—” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hooper's only reply was a contemptuous, flashing look that succeeded + in reducing the importunate clergyman to silence—just in time—for + as the word “Chicago” passed his lips the handle of the door turned, and + Deacon Hooper entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “Why, how do you do, Mr. Letgood?” said the Deacon cordially. “I'm glad to + see you, sir, as you are too, I'm sartin,” he added, turning to his wife + and putting his arms round her waist and his lips to her cheek in an + affectionate caress. “Take a seat, won't you? It's too hot to stand.” As + Mrs. Hooper sank down beside him on the sofa and their visitor drew over a + chair, he went on, taking up again the broken thread of his thought. “No + one thinks more of you than Isabelle. She said only last Sunday there + warn't such a preacher as you west of the Mississippi River. How's that + for high, eh?”—And then, still seeking back like a dog on a lost + scent, he added, looking from his wife to the clergyman, as if recalled to + a sense of the actualities of the situation by a certain constraint in + their manner, “But what's that I heard about Chicago? There ain't nothin' + fresh—Is there?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” replied Mrs. Hooper, with a look of remonstrance thrown sideways at + her admirer, while with a woman's quick decision she at once cut the knot, + “I guess there is something fresh. Mr. Letgood, just think of it, has had + a 'call' from the Second Baptist Church in Chicago, and it's ten thousand + dollars a year. Now who's right about his preachin'? And he ain't goin' to + accept it. He's goin' to stay right here. At least,” she added coyly, “he + said he'd refuse it—didn't you?” + </p> + <p> + The Deacon stared from one to the other as Mr. Letgood, with a forced + half-laugh which came from a dry throat, answered: “That would be going + perhaps a little too far. I said,” he went on, catching a coldness in the + glance of the brown eyes, “I wished to refuse it. But of course I shall + have to consider the matter thoroughly—and seek for guidance.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” said the Deacon in amazement, “ef that don't beat everythin'. I + guess nobody would refuse an offer like that. <i>Ten thousand dollars a + year!</i> Ten thousand. Why, that's twice what you're gettin' here. You + can't refuse that. I know you wouldn't ef you war' a son of mine—as + you might be. Ten thousand. No, sir. An' the Second Baptist Church in + Chicago is the first; it's the best, the richest, the largest. There ain't + no sort of comparison between it and the First. No, sir! There ain't none. + Why, James P. Willis, him as was here and heard you—that's how it + came about, that's how!—he's the senior Deacon of it, an' I guess he + can count dollars with any man this side of New York. Yes, sir, with any + man west of the Alleghany Mountains.” The breathless excitement of the + good Deacon changed gradually as he realized that his hearers were not in + sympathy with him, and his speech became almost solemn in its + impressiveness as he continued. “See here! This ain't a thing to waste. + Ten thousand dollars a year to start with, an' the best church in Chicago, + you can't expect to do better than that. Though you're young still, when + the chance comes, it should be gripped.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, pshaw!” broke in Mrs. Hooper irritably, twining her fingers and + tapping the carpet with her foot, “Mr. Letgood doesn't want to leave + Kansas City. Don't you understand? Perhaps he likes the folk here just as + well as any in Chicago.” No words could describe the glance which + accompanied this. It was appealing, and coquettish, and triumphant, and + the whole battery was directed full on Mr. Letgood, who had by this time + recovered his self-possession. + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” he said, turning to the Deacon and overlooking Mrs. Hooper's + appeal, “I know all that, and I don't deny that the 'call' at first seemed + to draw me.” Here his voice dropped as if he were speaking to himself: “It + offers a wider and a higher sphere of work, but there's work, too, to be + done here, and I don't know that the extra salary ought to tempt me. <i>Take + neither scrip nor money in your purse</i>,” and he smiled, “you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the Deacon, his eyes narrowing as if amazement were giving + place to a new emotion; “yes, but that ain't meant quite literally, I + reckon. Still, it's fer you to judge. But ef you refuse ten thousand + dollars a year, why, there are mighty few who would, and that's all I've + got to say—mighty few,” he added emphatically, and stood up as if to + shake off the burden of a new and, therefore, unwelcome thought. + </p> + <p> + When the minister also rose, the physical contrast between the two men + became significant. Mr. Letgood's heavy frame, due to self-indulgence or + to laziness, might have been taken as a characteristic product of the + rich, western prairies, while Deacon Hooper was of the pure Yankee type. + His figure was so lank and spare that, though not quite so tall as his + visitor, he appeared to be taller. His face was long and angular; the + round, clear, blue eyes, the finest feature of it, the narrowness of the + forehead the worst. The mouth-corners were drawn down, and the lips + hardened to a line by constant compression. No trace of sensuality. How + came this man, grey with age, to marry a girl whose appeal to the senses + was already so obvious? The eyes and prominent temples of the idealist + supplied the answer. Deacon Hooper was a New Englander, trained in the + bitterest competition for wealth, and yet the Yankee in him masked a fund + of simple, kindly optimism, which showed itself chiefly in his devoted + affection for his wife. He had not thought of his age when he married, but + of her and her poverty. And possibly he was justified. The snow-garment of + winter protects the tender spring wheat. + </p> + <p> + “It's late,” Mr. Letgood began slowly, “I must be going home now. I + thought you might like to hear the news, as you are my senior Deacon. Your + advice seems excellent; I shall weigh the 'call' carefully; but”—with + a glance at Mrs. Hooper—“I am disposed to refuse it.” No answering + look came to him. He went on firmly and with emphasis, <i>“I wish</i> to + refuse it.—Good day, Mrs. Hooper, <i>till next Sunday</i>. Good day, + Deacon.” + </p> + <p> + “Good day, Mr. Letgood,” she spoke with a little air of precise courtesy. + </p> + <p> + “Good day, sir,” replied the Deacon, cordially shaking the proffered hand, + while he accompanied his pastor to the street door. + </p> + <p> + The sun was sinking, and some of the glory of the sunset colouring seemed + to be reflected in Deacon Hooper's face, as he returned to the + drawing-room and said with profound conviction:— + </p> + <p> + “Isabelle, that man's jest about as good as they make them. He's what I + call a real Christian—one that thinks of duty first and himself + last. Ef that ain't a Christian, I'd like to know what is.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she rejoined meditatively, as she busied herself arranging the + chairs and tidying the sofa into its usual stiff primness; “I guess he's a + good man.” And her cheek flushed softly. + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” he went on warmly, “I reckon we ought to do somethin' in this. + There ain't no question but he fills the church. Ef we raised the + pew-rents we could offer him an increase of salary to stay—I guess + that could be done.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! don't do anything,” exclaimed the wife, as if awaking to the + significance of this proposal, “anyway not until he has decided. It would + look—mean, don't you think? to offer him somethin' more to stay.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know but you're right, Isabelle; I don't know but you're right,” + repeated her husband thoughtfully. “It'll look better if he decides before + hearin' from us. There ain't no harm, though, in thinkin' the thing over + and speakin' to the other Deacons about it. I'll kinder find out what they + feel.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she replied mechanically, almost as if she had not heard. “Yes, + that's all right.” And she slowly straightened the cloth on the + centre-table, given over again to her reflections. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Letgood walked home, ate his supper, went to bed and slept that night + as only a man does whose nervous system has been exhausted by various and + intense emotions. He even said his prayers by rote. And like a child he + slept with tightly-clenched fists, for in him, as in the child, the body's + claims were predominant. + </p> + <p> + When he awoke next morning, the sun was shining in at his bedroom window, + and at once his thoughts went back to the scenes and emotions of the day + before. An unusual liveliness of memory enabled him to review the very + words which Mrs. Hooper had used. He found nothing to regret. He had + certainly gained ground by telling her of the call. The torpor which had + come upon him the previous evening formed a complete contrast to the + blithesome vigour he now enjoyed. He seemed to himself to be a different + man, recreated, as it were, and endowed with fresh springs of life. While + he lay in the delightful relaxation and warmth of the bed, and looked at + the stream of sunshine which flowed across the room, he became confident + that all would go right. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he decided, “she cares for me, or she would never have wished me to + stay. Even the Deacon helped me—” The irony of the fact shocked him. + He would not think of it. He might get a letter from her by two o'clock. + With pleasure thrilling through every nerve, he imagined how she would + word her confession. For she had yielded to him; he had felt her body move + towards him and had seen the surrender in her eyes. While musing thus, + passion began to stir in him, and with passion impatience. + </p> + <p> + “Only half-past six o'clock,” he said to himself, pushing his watch again + under the pillow; “eight hours to wait till mail time. Eight endless + hours. What a plague!” + </p> + <p> + His own irritation annoyed him, and he willingly took up again the thread + of his amorous reverie: “What a radiant face she has, what fine + nervefulness in the slim fingers, what softness in the full throat!” + Certain incidents in his youth before he had studied for the ministry came + back to him, bringing the blood to his cheeks and making his temples + throb. As the recollections grew vivid they became a torment. To regain + quiet pulses he forced his mind to dwell upon the details of his + “conversion”—his sudden resolve to live a new life and to give + himself up to the service of the divine Master. The yoke was not easy; the + burden was not light. On the contrary. He remembered innumerable contests + with his rebellious flesh, contests in which he was never completely + victorious for more than a few days together, but in which, especially + during the first heat of the new enthusiasm, he had struggled desperately. + Had his efforts been fruitless?... + </p> + <p> + He thought with pride of his student days—mornings given to books + and to dreams of the future, and evenings marked by passionate emotions, + new companions reinspiring him continually with fresh ardour. The time + spent at college was the best of his life. He had really striven, then, as + few strive, to deserve the prize of his high calling. During those years, + it seemed to him, he had been all that an earnest Christian should be. He + recalled, with satisfaction, the honours he had won in Biblical knowledge + and in history, and the more easily gained rewards for rhetoric. It was + only natural that he should have been immediately successful as a + preacher. How often he had moved his flock to tears! No wonder he had got + on. + </p> + <p> + Those first successes, and the pleasures which they brought with them of + gratified vanity, had resulted in turning him from a Christian into an + orator. He understood this dimly, but he thrust back the unwelcome truth + with the reflection that his triumphs in the pulpit dated from the time + when he began consciously to treat preaching as an art. After all, was he + not there to win souls to Christ, and had not Christ himself praised the + wisdom of the serpent? Then came the change from obscurity and narrow + living in the country to Kansas City and luxury. He had been wise in + avoiding that girl at Pleasant Hill. He smiled complacently as he thought + of her dress, manners, and speech. Yet she was pretty, very pretty, and + she had loved him with the exclusiveness of womanhood, but still he had + done right. He congratulated himself upon his intuitive knowledge that + there were finer girls in the world to be won. He had not fettered himself + foolishly through pity or weakness. + </p> + <p> + During his ten years of life as a student and minister he had been chaste. + He had not once fallen into flagrant sin. His fervour of unquestioning + faith had saved him at the outset, and, later, habit and prudence. He + lingered over his first meeting with Mrs. Hooper. He had not thought much + of her then, he remembered, although she had appeared to him to be pretty + and perfectly dressed. She had come before him as an embodiment of + delicacy and refinement, and her charm had increased, as he began, in + spite of himself, to notice her peculiar seductiveness. Recollecting how + insensibly the fascination which she exercised over him had grown, and the + sudden madness of desire that had forced him to declare his passion, he + moaned with vexation. If only she had not been married. What a fatality! + How helpless man was, tossed hither and thither by the waves of trivial + circumstance! + </p> + <p> + She had certainly encouraged him; it was her alternate moods of yielding + and reserve which had awakened his senses. She had been flattered by his + admiration, and had sought to call it forth. But, in the beginning, at + least, he had struggled against the temptation. He had prayed for help in + the sore combat—how often and how earnestly!—but no help had + come. Heaven had been deaf to his entreaties. And he had soon realized + that struggling in this instance was of no avail. He loved her; he desired + her with every nerve of his body. + </p> + <p> + There was hardly any use in trying to fight against such a craving as + that, he thought. But yet, in his heart of hearts, he was conscious that + his religious enthusiasm, the aspiration towards the ideal life and the + reverence for Christ's example, would bring about at least one supreme + conflict in which his passion might possibly be overcome. He dreaded the + crisis, the outcome of which he foresaw would be decisive for his whole + life. He wanted to let himself slide quietly down the slope; but all the + while he felt that something in him would never consent thus to endanger + his hopes of Heaven. + </p> + <p> + And Hell! He hated the thought! He strove to put it away from him, but it + would not be denied. His early habits of self-analysis reasserted + themselves. What if his impatience of the idea were the result of obdurate + sinfulness—sinfulness which might never be forgiven? He compelled + himself, therefore, to think of Hell, tried to picture it to himself, and + the soft, self-indulgent nature of the man shuddered as he realized the + meaning of the word. At length the torture grew too acute. He would not + think any longer; he could not; he would strive to do the right. “O Lord!” + he exclaimed, as he slipped out of bed on to his knees, “O Christ! help + Thy servant! Pity me, and aid!” Yet, while the words broke from his lips + in terrified appeal, he knew that he did not wish to be helped. He rose to + his feet in sullen dissatisfaction. + </p> + <p> + The happy alertness which he had enjoyed at his waking had disappeared; + the self-torment of the last few minutes had tired him; disturbed and + vexed in mind, he began to dress. While moving about in the sunlight his + thoughts gradually became more cheerful, and by the time he left his room + he had regained his good spirits. + </p> + <p> + After a short stroll he went into his study and read the daily paper. He + then took up a book till dinner-time. He dined, and afterwards forgot + himself in a story of African travels. It was only the discomfort of the + intense heat which at length reminded him that, though it was now past two + o'clock, he had received no letter from Mrs. Hooper. But he was resolved + not to think about her, for thoughts of her, he knew, would lead to fears + concerning the future, which would in turn force him to decide upon a + course of action. If he determined to commit the sin, his guilt would + thereby be increased, and he would not pledge himself to refrain from it. + “She couldn't write last night with the Deacon at her elbow all the time,” + he decided, and began to read again. Darkness had fallen before he + remembered that he owed an immediate answer to the letter from Chicago. + After a little consideration, he sat down and wrote as follows: + </p> + <h3> + “DEAR BROTHERS IN CHRIST, + </h3> + <p> + “Your letter has just reached me. Needless to say it has touched me + deeply. You call me to a wider ministry and more arduous duties. The very + munificence of the remuneration which you offer leads me to doubt my own + fitness for so high a post. You must bear with me a little, and grant me a + few days for reflection. The 'call,' as you know, must be answered from + within, from the depths of my soul, before I can be certain that it comes + from Above, and this Divine assurance has not yet been vouchsafed to me. + </p> + <p> + “I was born and brought up here in Missouri, where I am now labouring, not + without—to Jesus be the praise!—some small measure of success. + I have many ties here, and many dear friends and fellow-workers in + Christ's vineyard from whom I could not part without great pain. But I + will prayerfully consider your request. I shall seek for guidance where + alone it is to be found, at the foot of the Great White Throne, and within + a week or so at most I hope to be able to answer you with the full and + joyous certitude of the Divine blessing. + </p> + <p> + “In the meantime, believe that I thank you deeply, dear Brethren, for your + goodness to me, and that I shall pray in Jesus' Name that the blessing of + the Holy Ghost may be with you abundantly now and for evermore. + </p> + <p> + “Your loving Servant in Christ, + </p> + <h3> + “JOHN P. LETGOOD.” + </h3> + <p> + He liked this letter so much that he read it over a great many times. It + committed him to nothing; it was dignified and yet sufficiently grateful, + and the large-hearted piety which appeared to inform it pleased him even + more than the alliteration of the words “born and brought up.” He had at + first written “born and reared;” but in spite of the fear lest “brought + up” should strike the simple Deacons of the Second Baptist Church in + Chicago as unfamiliar and far-fetched, he could not resist the assonance. + After directing the letter he went upstairs to bed, and his prayers that + night were more earnest than they had been of late—perhaps because + he avoided the dangerous topic. The exercise of his talent as a + letter-writer having put him on good terms with himself, he slept soundly. + </p> + <p> + When he awoke in the morning his mood had changed. The day was cloudy; a + thunderstorm was brewing, and had somehow affected his temper. As soon as + he opened his eyes he was aware of the fact that Mrs. Hooper had not + written to him, even on Tuesday morning, when she must have been free, for + the Deacon always went early to his dry-goods store. The consciousness of + this neglect irritated him beyond measure. He tried, therefore, to think + of Chicago and the persons who frequented the Second Baptist Church. + Perhaps, he argued, they were as much ahead of the people in Kansas City + as Mrs. Hooper was superior to any woman he had previously known. But on + this way of thought he could not go far. The houses in Chicago were no + doubt much finer, the furniture more elegant; the living, too, was perhaps + better, though he could not imagine how that could be; there might even be + cleverer and handsomer women there than Mrs. Hooper; but certainly no one + lived in Chicago or anywhere else in the world who could tempt and bewitch + him as she did. She was formed to his taste, made to his desire. As he + recalled her, now laughing at him; now admiring him; to-day teasing him + with coldness, to-morrow encouraging him, he realized with exasperation + that her contradictions constituted her charm. He acknowledged reluctantly + that her odd turns of speech tickled his intellect just as her lithe grace + of movement excited his senses. But the number and strength of the ties + that bound him to her made his anger keener. Where could she hope to find + such love as his? She ought to write to him. Why didn't she? How could he + come to a decision before he knew whether she loved him or not? In any + case he would show her that he was a man. He would not try to see her + until she had written—not under any circumstances. + </p> + <p> + After dinner and mail time his thoughts ran in another channel. In reality + she was not anything so wonderful. Most men, he knew, did not think her + more than pretty; “pretty Mrs. Hooper” was what she was usually called—nothing + more. No one ever dreamed of saying she was beautiful or fascinating. No; + she was pretty, and that was all. He was the only person in Kansas City or + perhaps in the world to whom she was altogether and perfectly desirable. + She had no reason to be so conceited or to presume on her power over him. + If she were the wonder she thought herself she would surely have married + some one better than old Hooper, with his lank figure, grey hairs, and + Yankee twang. He took a pleasure in thus depreciating the woman he loved—it + gave his anger vent, and seemed to make her acquisition more probable. + When the uselessness of the procedure became manifest to him, he found + that his doubts of her affection had crystallized. + </p> + <p> + This was the dilemma; she had not written either out of coquetry or + because she did not really care for him. If the former were the true + reason, she was cruel; if the latter, she ought to tell him so at once, + and he would try to master himself. On no hypothesis was she justified in + leaving him without a word. Tortured alternately by fear, hope, and anger, + he paced up and down his study all the day long. Now, he said to himself, + he would go and see her, and forthwith he grew calm—that was what + his nature desired. But the man in him refused to be so servile. He had + told her that she must write; to that he would hold, whatever it cost him. + Again, he broke out in bitter blame of her. + </p> + <p> + At length he made up his mind to strive to forget her. But what if she + really cared for him, loved him as he loved her? In that case if he went + away she would be miserable, as wretched as he would be. How unkind it was + of her to leave him without a decided answer, when he could not help + thinking of her happiness! No; she did not love him. He had read enough + about women and seen enough of them to imagine that they never torture the + man they really love. He would give her up and throw himself again into + his work. He could surely do that. Then he remembered that she was + married, and must, of course, see that she would risk her position—everything—by + declaring her love. Perhaps prudence kept her silent. Once more he was + plunged in doubt. + </p> + <p> + He was glad when supper was ready, for that brought, at least for half an + hour, freedom from thought. After the meal was finished he realized that + he was weary of it all—heart-sick of the suspense. The storm broke, + and the flashing of the lightning and the falling sheets of rain brought + him relief. The air became lighter and purer. He went to bed and slept + heavily. + </p> + <p> + On the Thursday morning he awoke refreshed, and at once determined not to + think about Mrs. Hooper. It only needed resolution, he said to himself, in + order to forget her entirely. Her indifference, shown in not writing to + him, should be answered in that way. He took up his pocket Bible, and + opened it at the Gospels. The beautiful story soon exercised its charm + upon his impressionable nature, and after a couple of hours' reading he + closed the book comforted, and restored to his better self. He fell on his + knees and thanked God for this crowning mercy. From his heart went forth a + hymn of praise for the first time in long weeks. The words of the Man of + Sorrows had lifted him above the slough. The marvel of it! How could he + ever thank Him enough? His whole life should now be devoted to setting + forth the wonders of His grace. When he arose he felt at peace with + himself and full of goodwill to every one. He could even think of Mrs. + Hooper calmly—with pity and grave kindliness. + </p> + <p> + After his midday dinner and a brisk walk—he paid no attention to the + mail time—he prepared to write the sermon which he intended to + preach as his farewell to his congregation on the following Sunday. He was + determined now to leave Kansas City and go to Chicago. But as soon as he + began to consider what he should say, he became aware of a difficulty. He + could talk and write of accepting the “call” because it gave him “a wider + ministry,” and so forth, but the ugly fact would obtrude itself that he + was relinquishing five thousand dollars a year to accept ten, and he was + painfully conscious that this knowledge would be uppermost in the minds of + his hearers. Most men in his position would have easily put the objection + out of their minds. But he could not put it aside carelessly, and it was + characteristic of him to exaggerate its importance. He dearly loved to + play what the French call <i>le beau rôle</i>, even at the cost of his + self-interest. Of a sensitive, artistic temperament, he had for years + nourished his intellect with good books. He had always striven, too, to + set before his hearers high ideals of life and conduct. His nature was now + subdued to the stuff he had worked in. As an artist, an orator, it was all + but impossible for him to justify what must seem like sordid selfishness. + He moved about in his chair uneasily, and strove to look at the subject + from a new point of view. In vain; ten thousand dollars a year instead of + five—that was to be his theme. + </p> + <p> + The first solution of the problem which suggested itself to him was to + express his very real disdain of such base material considerations, but no + sooner did the thought occur to him than he was fain to reject it. He knew + well that his hearers in Kansas City would refuse to accept that + explanation even as “high-falutin' bunkum!” He then tried to select a text + in order to ease for a time the strain upon his reflective faculties. + “Feed my sheep” was his first choice—“the largest flock possible, of + course.” But no, that was merely the old cant in new words. + </p> + <p> + He came reluctantly to the conclusion that there was no noble way out of + the difficulty. He felt this the more painfully because, before sitting + down to think of his sermon, he had immersed himself, to use his own + words, in the fountain-head of self-sacrificing enthusiasm. And now he + could not show his flock that there was any trace of self-denial in his + conduct. It was apparent that his acceptance of the call made a great + sermon an utter impossibility. He must say as little about the main point + as possible, glide quickly, in fact, over the thin ice. But his + disappointment was none the less keen; there was no splendid peroration to + write; there would be no eyes gazing up at him through a mist of tears. + His sensations were those of an actor with an altogether uncongenial and + stupid part. + </p> + <p> + After some futile efforts he abandoned the attempt to sketch out a sermon. + Some words would come to him at the time, and they would have to do. In + the evening a new idea presented itself to his over-excited brain. Might + not his dislike of that sermon be a snare set by the Devil to induce him + to reject the call and stay in Kansas City? No. A fine sermon would do + good—the Evil One could not desire that—perhaps even more good + than his sin would do harm? Puzzled and incapable of the effort required + to solve this fresh problem he went to bed, after praying humbly for + guidance and enlightenment. + </p> + <p> + On the Friday morning he rose from his knees with a burden of sorrow. No + kindly light had illumined the darkness of his doubtings. Yet he was + conscious of a perfect sincerity in his desires and in his prayers. + Suddenly he remembered that, when in a pure frame of mind, he had only + considered the acceptance of the call. But in order to be guided aright, + he must abandon himself entirely to God's directing. In all honesty of + purpose, he began to think of the sermon he could deliver if he resolved + to reject the call. Ah! that sermon needed but little meditation. With + such a decision to announce, he felt that he could carry his hearers with + him to heights of which they knew nothing. Their very vulgarity and + sordidness of nature would help instead of hindering him. No one in Kansas + City would doubt for a moment the sincerity of the self-sacrifice involved + in rejecting ten thousand dollars a year for five. That sermon could be + preached with effect from any text. “Feed my sheep” even would do. He + thrilled in anticipation, as a great actor thrills when reading a part + which will allow him to discover all his powers, and in which he is + certain to “bring down the house.” Completely carried away by his + emotions, he began to turn the sermon over in his head. First of all he + sought for a text; not this one, nor that one, but a few words breathing + the very spirit of Christ's self-abnegation. He soon found what he wanted: + “For whosoever will save his life, shall lose it; and whosoever will lose + his life for My sake, shall find it.” The unearthly beauty of the thought + and the divine simplicity of its expression took the orator captive. As he + imagined that Godlike Figure in Galilee, and seemed to hear the words drop + like pearls from His lips, so he saw himself in the pulpit, and had a + foretaste of the effect of his own eloquence. Ravished by the vision, he + proceeded to write and rewrite the peroration. Every other part he could + trust to his own powers, and to the inspiration of the theme, but the + peroration he meant to make finer even than his apostrophe on the + cultivation of character, which hitherto had been the high-water mark of + his achievement. + </p> + <p> + At length he finished his task, but not before sunset, and he felt weary + and hungry. He ate and rested. In the complete relaxation of mental + strain, he understood all at once what he had done. He had decided to + remain in Kansas City. But to remain meant to meet Mrs. Hooper day after + day, to be thrown together with her even by her foolishly confiding + husband; it meant perpetual temptation, and at last—a fall! And yet + God had guided him to choose that sermon rather than the other. He had + abandoned himself passively to His guidance—could <i>that</i> lead + to the brink of the pit?... He cried out suddenly like one in bodily + anguish. He had found the explanation. God cared for no half-victories. + Flight to Chicago must seem to Him the veriest cowardice. God intended him + to stay in Kansas City and conquer the awful temptation face to face. When + he realized this, he fell on his knees and prayed as he had never prayed + in all his life before. If entreated humbly, God would surely temper the + wind to the shorn lamb; He knew His servant's weakness. “<i>Lead us not + into temptation</i>,” he cried again and again, for the first time in his + life comprehending what now seemed to him the awful significance of the + words. “<i>Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil</i>”—thus + he begged and wept. But even when, exhausted in body and in mind, he rose + from his knees, he had found no comfort. Like a child, with streaming eyes + and quivering features, he stumbled upstairs to bed and fell asleep, + repeating over and over again mechanically the prayer that the cup might + pass from him. + </p> + <p> + On the Saturday morning he awoke as from a hideous nightmare. Before there + was time for thought he was aware of what oppressed and frightened him. + The knowledge of his terrible position weighed him down. He was worn out + and feverishly ill; incapable of reflection or resolution, conscious + chiefly of pain and weariness, and a deep dumb revolt against his + impending condemnation. After lying thus for some time, drinking the cup + of bitterness to the very dregs, he got up, and went downstairs. Yielding + to habit he opened the Bible. But the Book had no message for him. His + tired brain refused, for minutes together, to take in the sense of the + printed words. The servant found him utterly miserable and helpless when + she went to tell him that “the dinner was a-gittin' cold.” + </p> + <p> + The food seemed to restore him, and during the first two hours of + digestion he was comparatively peaceful in being able to live without + thinking; but when the body had recovered its vigour, the mind grew + active, and the self-torture recommenced. For some hours—he never + knew how many—he suffered in this way; then a strange calm fell upon + him. Was it the Divine help which had come at last, or despair, or the + fatigue of an overwrought spirit? He knelt down and prayed once more, but + this time his prayer consisted simply in placing before his Heavenly + Father the exact state of the case. He was powerless; God should do with + him according to His purpose, only he felt unable to resist if the + temptation came up against him. Jesus, of course, could remove the + temptation or strengthen him if He so willed. His servant was in His + hands. + </p> + <p> + After continuing in this strain for some time he got up slowly, calm but + hopeless. There was no way of escape for him. He took up the Bible and + attempted again to read it; but of a sudden he put it down, and throwing + his outspread arms on the table and bowing his head upon them he cried: + </p> + <p> + “My God, forgive me! I cannot hear Thy voice, nor feel Thy presence. I can + only see her face and feel her body.” + </p> + <p> + And then hardened as by the consciousness of unforgivable blaspheming, he + rose with set face, lit his candle, and went to bed. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The week had passed much as usual with Mrs. Hooper and her husband. On the + Tuesday he had seen most of his brother Deacons and found that they + thought as he did. All were agreed that something should be done to + testify to their gratitude, if indeed their pastor refused the “call.” In + the evening, after supper, Mr. Hooper narrated to his wife all that he had + done and all that the others had said. When he asked for her opinion she + approved of his efforts. A little while later she turned to him: “I wonder + why Mr. Letgood doesn't marry?” As she spoke she laid down her work. With + a tender smile the Deacon drew her on to his knees in the armchair, and + pushing up his spectacles (he had been reading a dissertation on the + meaning of the Greek verb [Greek: baptizo]) said with infinite, playful + tenderness in his voice: + </p> + <p> + “'Tain't every one can find a wife like you, my dear.” He was rewarded for + the flattering phrase with a little slap on the cheek. He continued + thoughtfully: “'Taint every one either that wants to take care of a wife. + Some folks hain't got much affection in 'em, I guess; perhaps Mr. Letgood + hain't.” To the which Mrs. Hooper answered not in words, but her lips + curved into what might be called a smile, a contented smile as from the + heights of superior knowledge. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Mr. Letgood's state of mind on the Sunday morning was too complex for + complete analysis: he did not attempt the task. He preferred to believe + that he had told God the whole truth without any attempt at reservation. + He had thereby placed himself in His hands, and was no longer chiefly + responsible. He would not even think of what he was about to do, further + than that he intended to refuse the call and to preach the sermon the + peroration of which he had so carefully prepared. After dressing he sat + down in his study and committed this passage to memory. He pictured to + himself with pleasure the effect it would surely produce upon his hearers. + When Pete came to tell him the buggy was ready to take him to church, he + got up almost cheerfully, and went out. + </p> + <p> + The weather was delightful, as it is in June in that part of the Western + States. From midday until about four o'clock the temperature is that of + midsummer, but the air is exceedingly dry and light, and one breathes it + in the morning with a sense of exhilaration. While driving to church Mr. + Letgood's spirits rose. He chatted with his servant Pete, and even took + the reins once for a few hundred yards. But when they neared the church + his gaiety forsook him. He stopped talking, and appeared to be a little + preoccupied. From time to time he courteously greeted one of his flock on + the side-walk: but that was all. As he reached the church, the Partons + drove up, and of course he had to speak to them. After the usual + conventional remarks and shaking of hands, the minister turned up the + sidewalk which led to the vestry. He had not taken more than four or five + steps in this direction before he paused and looked up the street. He + shrugged his shoulders, however, immediately at his own folly, and walked + on: “Of course she couldn't send a messenger with a note. On Sundays the + Deacon was with her.” + </p> + <p> + As he opened the vestry door, and stepped into the little room, he stopped + short. Mrs. Hooper was there, coming towards him with outstretched hand + and radiant smile: + </p> + <p> + “Good mornin', Mr. Letgood, all the Deacons are here to meet you, and they + let me come; because I was the first you told the news to, and because I'm + sure you're not goin' to leave us. Besides, I wanted to come.” + </p> + <p> + He could not help looking at her for a second as he took her hand and + bowed: + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mrs. Hooper.” Not trusting himself further, he began to shake + hands with the assembled elders. In answer to one who expressed the hope + that they would keep him, he said slowly and gravely: + </p> + <p> + “I always trust something to the inspiration of the moment, but I confess + I am greatly moved to refuse this call.” + </p> + <p> + “That's what I said,” broke in Mr. Hooper triumphantly, “and I said, too, + there were mighty few like you, and I meant it. But we don't want you to + act against yourself, though we'd be mighty glad to hev you stay.” + </p> + <p> + A chorus of “Yes, sir! Yes, indeed! That's so” went round the room in warm + approval, and then, as the minister did not answer save with an + abstracted, wintry smile, the Deacons began to file into the church. + Curiously enough Mrs. Hooper having moved away from the door during this + scene was now, necessarily it seemed, the last to leave the room. While + she was passing him, Mr. Letgood bent towards her and in an eager tone + whispered: + </p> + <p> + “And my answer?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hooper paused, as if surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! ain't you men stupid,” she murmured and with a smile tossed the + question over her shoulder: “What <i>did</i> I come here for?” + </p> + <p> + That sermon of Mr. Letgood's is still remembered in Kansas City. It is not + too much to say that the majority of his hearers believed him to be + inspired. And, in truth, as an artistic performance his discourse was + admirable. After standing for some moments with his hand upon the desk, + apparently lost in thought, he began in the quietest tone to read the + letter from the Deacons of the Second Baptist Church in Chicago. He then + read his reply, begging them to give him time to consider their request. + He had considered it—prayerfully. He would read the passage of Holy + Scripture which had suggested the answer he was about to send to the call. + He paused again. The rustling of frocks and the occasional coughings + ceased—the audience straining to catch the decision—while in a + higher key he recited the verse, “For whosoever will save his life, shall + lose it; and whosoever will lose his life for My sake, shall find it.” + </p> + <p> + As the violinist knows when his instrument is perfectly attuned, so Mr. + Letgood knew when he repeated the text that his hearers had surrendered + themselves to him to be played upon. It would be useless here to reproduce + the sermon, which lasted for nearly an hour, and altogether impossible to + give any account of the preacher's gestures or dramatic pauses, or of the + modulations and inflections of his voice, which now seemed to be freighted + with passionate earnestness, now quivered in pathetic appeal, and now grew + musical in the dying fall of some poetic phrase. The effect was + astonishing. While he was speaking simply of the text as embodying the + very spirit of the Glad Tidings which Christ first delivered to the world, + not a few women were quietly weeping. It was impossible, they felt, to + listen unmoved to that voice. + </p> + <p> + But when he went on to show the necessity of renunciation as the first + step towards the perfecting of character, even the hard, keen faces of the + men before him began to relax and change expression. He dwelt, in turn, + upon the startling novelty of Christ's teaching and its singular success. + He spoke of the shortness of human life, the vanity of human effort, and + the ultimate reward of those who sacrifice themselves for others, as Jesus + did, and out of the same divine spirit of love. He thus came to the + peroration. He began it in the manner of serious conversation. + </p> + <p> + All over the United States the besetting sin of the people was the desire + of wealth. He traced the effects of the ignoble struggle for gain in the + degradation of character, in the debased tone of public and private life. + The main current of existence being defiled, his duty was clear. Even more + than other men he was pledged to resist the evil tendency of the time. In + some ways, no doubt, he was as frail and faulty as the weakest of his + hearers, but to fail in this respect would be, he thought, to prove + himself unworthy of his position. That a servant of Christ in the + nineteenth century should seek wealth, or allow it in any way to influence + his conduct, appeared to him to be much the same unpardonable sin as + cowardice in a soldier or dishonesty in a man of business. He could do but + little to show what the words of his text meant to him, but one thing he + could do and would do joyously. He would write to the good Deacons in + Chicago to tell them that he intended to stay in Kansas City, and to + labour on among the people whom he knew and loved, and some of whom, he + believed, knew and loved him. He would not be tempted by the greater + position offered to him or by the larger salary. <i>“For whosoever will + save his life shall lose it; and whosoever will lose his life for My sake, + shall find it.”</i> + </p> + <p> + As his voice broke over the last words, there was scarcely a dry eye in + the church. Many of the women were sobbing audibly, and Mrs. Hooper had + long ago given up the attempt “to pull her tears down the back way.” She + expressed the general sentiment of her sex when she said afterwards, “It + was just too lovely for anythin'.” And the men were scarcely less + affected, though they were better able to control their emotion. The + joyous renunciation of five thousand dollars a year struck these hard men + of business as something almost uncanny. They would have considered it the + acme of folly in an ordinary man, but in a preacher they felt vaguely that + it was admirable. + </p> + <p> + When Deacon Hooper met his brother Deacons before the platform where the + collection-plates were kept, he whispered, “The meetin' is at my house at + three o'clock. Be on time.” His tone was decided, as were also the nods + which accepted the invitation. + </p> + <p> + After the service Mr. Letgood withdrew quietly without going, as usual, + amongst his congregation. This pleased even Mrs. Parton, whose husband was + a judge of the Supreme Court. She said: “It was elegant of him.” + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Mr. Hooper received the twelve Deacons in his drawing-room, and when the + latest comer was seated, began: + </p> + <p> + “There ain't no need for me to tell you, brethren, why I asked you all to + come round here this afternoon. After that sermon this mornin' I guess + we're all sot upon showin' our minister that we appreciate him. There are + mighty few men with five thousand dollars a year who'd give up ten + thousand. It seems to me a pretty good proof that a man's a Christian ef + he'll do that. 'Tain't being merely a Christian: it's Christ-like. We must + keep Mr. Letgood right here: he's the sort o' man we want. If they come + from Chicago after him now, they'll be comin' from New York next, an' he + oughtn't to be exposed to sich great temptation. + </p> + <p> + “I allow that we'll be able to raise the pew-rents from the first of + January next, to bring in another two thousand five hundred dollars a + year, and I propose that we Deacons should jest put our hands deep down in + our pockets and give Mr. Letgood that much anyway for this year, and + promise the same for the future. I'm willin', as senior Deacon, though not + the richest, to start the list with three hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + In five minutes the money was subscribed, and it was agreed that each man + should pay in his contribution to the name of Mr. Hooper at the First + National Bank next day; Mr. Hooper could then draw his cheque for the sum. + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” said the Deacon, again getting up, “that's settled, but I've drawn + that cheque already. Mrs. Hooper and me talked the thing over,” he added + half apologetically, and as if to explain his unbusinesslike rashness; + “an' she thinks we oughter go right now to Mr. Letgood as a sort of + surprise party an' tell him what we hev decided—that is, ef you're + all agreed.” + </p> + <p> + They were, although one or two objected to a “surprise party” being held + on Sunday. But Deacon Hooper overruled the objection by saying that he + could find no better <i>word</i>, though of course 'twas really not a + “surprise party.” After this explanation, some one proposed that Deacon + Hooper should make the presentation, and that Mrs. Hooper should be asked + to accompany them. When Mr. Hooper went into the dining-room to find his + wife she was already dressed to go out, and when he expressed surprise and + delivered himself of his mission, she said simply: + </p> + <p> + “Why, I only dressed to go and see Mrs. Jones, who's ill, but I guess I'll + go along with you first.” + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The same afternoon Mr. Letgood was seated in his study considering a + sermon for the evening—it would have to be very different from that + of the morning, he felt, or else it would fall flat. + </p> + <p> + He still avoided thinking of his position. The die was cast now, and + having struggled hard against the temptation he tried to believe that he + was not chiefly responsible. In the back of his mind was the knowledge + that his responsibility would become clear to him some time or other, but + he confined it in the furthest chamber of his brain with repentance as the + guardian. + </p> + <p> + He had just decided that his evening address must be doctrinal and + argumentative, when he became aware of steps in the drawing-room. Opening + the door he found himself face to face with his Deacons. Before he could + speak, Deacon Hooper began: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Letgood! We, the Deacons of your church, hev come to see you. We want + to tell you how we appreciate your decision this mornin'. It was + Christ-like! And we're all proud of you, an' glad you're goin' to stay + with us. But we allow that it ain't fair or to be expected that you should + refuse ten thousand dollars a year with only five. So we've made a purse + for this year among ourselves of two thousand five hundred dollars extry, + which we hope you'll accept. Next year the pew-rents can be raised to + bring in the same sum; anyway, it shall be made up. + </p> + <p> + “There ain't no use in talkin'; but you, sir, hev jest sot us an example + of how one who loves the Lord Jesus, and Him only, should act, and we + ain't goin' to remain far behind. No, sir, we ain't. Thar's the cheque.” + </p> + <p> + As he finished speaking, tears stood in the kind, honest, blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Letgood took the cheque mechanically, and mechanically accepted at the + same time the Deacon's outstretched hand; but his eyes sought Mrs. + Hooper's, who stood behind the knot of men with her handkerchief to her + face. In a moment or two, recalled to himself by the fact that one after + the other all the Deacons wanted to shake his hand, he tried to sustain + his part in the ceremony. He said: + </p> + <p> + “My dear brothers, I thank you each and all, and accept your gift, in the + spirit in which you offer it. I need not say that I knew nothing of your + intention when I preached this morning. It is not the money that I'm + thinking of now, but your kindness. I thank you again.” + </p> + <p> + After a few minutes' casual conversation, consisting chiefly of praise of + the “wonderful discourse” of the morning, Mr. Letgood proposed that they + should all have iced coffee with him; there was nothing so refreshing; he + wanted them to try it; and though he was a bachelor, if Mrs. Hooper would + kindly give her assistance and help him with his cook, he was sure they + would enjoy a glass. With a smile she consented. Stepping into the passage + after her and closing the door, he said hurriedly, with anger and + suspicion in his voice: + </p> + <p> + “You didn't get this up as my answer? You didn't think I'd take money + instead, did you?” + </p> + <p> + Demurely, Mrs. Hooper turned her head round as he spoke, and leaning + against him while he put his arms round her waist, answered with arch + reproach: + </p> + <p> + “You are just too silly for anythin'.” + </p> + <p> + Then, with something like the movement of a cat loath to lose the contact + of the caressing hand, she turned completely towards him and slowly lifted + her eyes. Their lips met. + </p> + <h3> + 21 APRIL, 1891. + </h3> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + EATIN' CROW + </h2> + <p> + The evening on which Charley Muirhead made his first appearance at + Doolan's was a memorable one; the camp was in wonderful spirits. Whitman + was said to have struck it rich. Garotte, therefore, might yet become + popular in the larger world, and its evil reputation be removed. Besides, + what Whitman had done any one might do, for by common consent he was a + “derned fool.” Good-humour accordingly reigned at Doolan's, and the saloon + was filled with an excited, hopeful crowd. Bill Bent, however, was + anything but pleased; he generally was in a bad temper, and this evening, + as Crocker remarked carelessly, he was “more ornery than ever.” The rest + seemed to pay no attention to the lanky, dark man with the narrow head, + round, black eyes, and rasping voice. But Bent would croak: “Whitman's + struck nothin'; thar ain't no gold in Garotte; it's all work and no dust.” + In this strain he went on, offending local sentiment and making every one + uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + Muirhead's first appearance created a certain sensation. He was a fine + upstanding fellow of six feet or over, well made, and good-looking. But + Garotte had too much experience of life to be won by a stranger's handsome + looks. Muirhead's fair moustache and large blue eyes counted for little + there. Crocker and others, masters in the art of judging men, noticed that + his eyes were unsteady, and his manner, though genial, seemed hasty. + Reggitt summed up their opinion in the phrase, “looks as if he'd bite off + more'n he could chaw.” Unconscious of the criticism, Muirhead talked, + offered drinks, and made himself agreeable. + </p> + <p> + At length in answer to Bent's continued grumbling, Muirhead said + pleasantly: “'Tain't so bad as that in Garotte, is it? This bar don't look + like poverty, and if I set up drinks for the crowd, it's because I'm glad + to be in this camp.” + </p> + <p> + “P'r'aps you found the last place you was in jes' a leetle too warm, eh?” + was Bent's retort. + </p> + <p> + Muirhead's face flushed, and for a second he stood as if he had been + struck. Then, while the crowd moved aside, he sprang towards Bent, + exclaiming, “Take that back—right off! Take it back!” + </p> + <p> + “What?” asked Bent coolly, as if surprised; at the same time, however, + retreating a pace or two, he slipped his right hand behind him. + </p> + <p> + Instantly Muirhead threw himself upon him, rushed him with what seemed + demoniac strength to the open door and flung him away out on his back into + the muddy ditch that served as a street. For a moment there was a hush of + expectation, then Bent was seen to gather himself up painfully and move + out of the square of light into the darkness. But Muirhead did not wait + for this; hastily, with hot face and hands still working with excitement, + he returned to the bar with: + </p> + <p> + “That's how I act. No one can jump me. No one, by God!” and he glared + round the room defiantly. Reggitt, Harrison, and some of the others looked + at him as if on the point of retorting, but the cheerfulness was general, + and Bent's grumbling before a stranger had irritated them almost as much + as his unexpected cowardice. Muirhead's challenge was not taken up, + therefore, though Harrison did remark, half sarcastically: + </p> + <p> + “That may be so. You jump them, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, boys, let's have the drink,” Charley Muirhead went on, his manner + suddenly changing to that of friendly greeting, just as if he had not + heard Harrison's words. + </p> + <p> + The men moved up to the bar and drank, and before the liquor was consumed, + Charley's geniality, acting on the universal good-humour, seemed to have + done away with the discontent which his violence and Bent's cowardice had + created. This was the greater tribute to his personal charm, as the + refugees of Garotte usually hung together, and were inclined to resent + promptly any insult offered to one of their number by a stranger. But in + the present case harmony seemed to be completely reestablished, and it + would have taken a keener observer than Muirhead to have understood his + own position and the general opinion. It was felt that the stranger had + bluffed for all he was worth, and that Garotte had come out “at the little + end of the horn.” + </p> + <p> + A day or two later Charley Muirhead, walking about the camp, came upon + Dave Crocker's claim, and offered to buy half of it and work as a partner, + but the other would not sell; “the claim was worth nothin'; not good + enough for two, anyhow;” and there the matter would have ended, had not + the young man proposed to work for a spell just to keep his hand in. By + noon Crocker was won; nobody could resist Charley's hard work and laughing + high spirits. Shortly afterwards the older man proposed to knock off; a + day's work, he reckoned, had been done, and evidently considering it + impossible to accept a stranger's labour without acknowledgment, he + pressed Charley to come up to his shanty and eat. The simple meal was soon + despatched, and Crocker, feeling the obvious deficiencies of his larder, + produced a bottle of Bourbon, and the two began to drink. Glass succeeded + glass, and at length Crocker's reserve seemed to thaw; his manner became + almost easy, and he spoke half frankly. + </p> + <p> + “I guess you're strong,” he remarked. “You threw Bent out of the saloon + the other night like as if he was nothin'; strength's good, but 'tain't + everythin'. I mean,” he added, in answer to the other's questioning look, + “Samson wouldn't have a show with a man quick on the draw who meant + bizness. Bent didn't pan out worth a cent, and the boys didn't like him, + but—them things don't happen often.” So in his own way he tried to + warn the man to whom he had taken a liking. + </p> + <p> + Charley felt that a warning was intended, for he replied decisively: “It + don't matter. I guess he wanted to jump me, and I won't be jumped, not if + Samson wanted to, and all the revolvers in Garotte were on me.” + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” Crocker went on quietly, but with a certain curiosity in his eyes, + “that's all right, but I reckon you were mistaken. Bent didn't want to + rush ye; 'twas only his cussed way, and he'd had mighty bad luck. You + might hev waited to see if he meant anythin', mightn't ye?” And he looked + his listener in the face as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “That's it,” Charley replied, after a long pause, “that's just it. I + couldn't wait, d'ye see!” and then continued hurriedly, as if driven to + relieve himself by a full confession: “Maybe you don't <i>sabe</i>. It's + plain enough, though I'd have to begin far back to make you understand. + But I don't mind if you want to hear. I was raised in the East, in Rhode + Island, and I guess I was liked by everybody. I never had trouble with any + one, and I was a sort of favourite.... I fell in love with a girl, and as + I hadn't much money, I came West to make some, as quick as I knew how. The + first place I struck was Laramie—you don't know it? 'Twas a hard + place; cowboys, liquor saloons, cursin' and swearin', poker and shootin' + nearly every night. At the beginning I seemed to get along all right, and + I liked the boys, and thought they liked me. One night a little Irishman + was rough on me; first of all I didn't notice, thought he meant nothin', + and then, all at once, I saw he meant it—and more. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I got a kind of scare—I don't know why—and I took what + he said and did nothin'. Next day the boys sort of held off from me, + didn't talk; thought me no account, I guess, and that little Irishman just + rode me round the place with spurs on. I never kicked once. I thought I'd + get the money—I had done well with the stock I had bought—and + go back East and marry, and no one would be any the wiser. But the + Irishman kept right on, and first one and then another of the boys went + for me, and I took it all. I just,” and here his voice rose, and his + manner became feverishly excited, “I just ate crow right along for months—and + tried to look as if 'twas quail. + </p> + <p> + “One day I got a letter from home. She wanted me to hurry up and come + back. She thought a lot of me, I could see; more than ever, because I had + got along—I had written and told her my best news. And then, what + had been hard grew impossible right off. I made up my mind to sell the + stock and strike for new diggings. I couldn't stand it any longer—not + after her letter. I sold out and cleared.... I ought to hev stayed in + Laramie, p'r'aps, and gone for the Irishman, but I just couldn't. Every + one there was against me.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess you oughter hev stayed.... Besides, if you had wiped up the floor + with that Irishman the boys would hev let up on you.” + </p> + <p> + “P'r'aps so,” Charley resumed, “but I was sick of the whole crowd. I sold + off, and lit out. When I got on the new stage-coach, fifty miles from + Laramie, and didn't know the driver or any one, I made up my mind to start + fresh. Then and there I resolved that I had eaten all the crow I was going + to eat; the others should eat crow now, and if there was any jumpin' to be + done, I'd do it, whatever it cost. And so I went for Bent right off. I + didn't want to wait. 'Here's more crow,' I thought, 'but I won't eat it; + he shall, if I die for it,' and I just threw him out quick.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said Crocker, with a certain sympathy in his voice, “but you + oughter hev waited. You oughter make up to wait from this on, Charley. + 'Tain't hard. You don't need to take anythin' and set under it. I'm not + advisin' that, but it's stronger to wait before you go fer any one. The + boys,” he added significantly, “don't like a man to bounce, and what they + don't like is pretty hard to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Damn the boys,” exclaimed Charley vehemently, “they're all alike out + here. I can't act different. If I waited, I might wait too long—too + long, d'you <i>sabe?</i> I just can't trust myself,” he added in a subdued + tone. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Crocker meditatively. “No, p'r'aps not. But see here, + Charley, I kinder like you, and so I tell you, no one can bounce the crowd + here in Garotte. They're the worst crowd you ever struck in your life. + Garotte's known for hard cases. Why,” he went on earnestly, as if he had + suddenly become conscious of the fact, “the other night Reggitt and a lot + came mighty near goin' fer you—and Harrison, Harrison took up what + you said. You didn't notice, I guess; and p'r'aps 'twas well you didn't; + but you hadn't much to spare. You won by the odd card. + </p> + <p> + “No one can bounce this camp. They've come from everywhere, and can only + jes' get a livin' here—no more. And when luck's bad they're”—and + he paused as if no adjective were strong enough. “If a man was steel, and + the best and quickest on the draw ever seen, I guess they'd bury him if he + played your way.” + </p> + <p> + “Then they may bury me,” retorted Charley bitterly, “but I've eaten my + share of crow. I ain't goin' to eat any more. Can't go East now with the + taste of it in my mouth. I'd rather they buried me.” + </p> + <p> + And they did bury him—about a fortnight after. + </p> + <p> + July, 1892. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE BEST MAN IN GAROTTE. + </h2> + <p> + Lawyer Rablay had come from nobody knew where. He was a small man, almost + as round as a billiard ball. His body was round, his head was round; his + blue eyes and even his mouth and chin were round; his nose was a perky + snub; he was florid and prematurely bald—a picture of good-humour. + And yet he was a power in Garotte. When he came to the camp, a row was the + only form of recreation known to the miners. A “fuss” took men out of + themselves, and was accordingly hailed as an amusement; besides, it + afforded a subject of conversation. But after Lawyer Rablay's arrival + fights became comparatively infrequent. Would-be students of human nature + declared at first that his flow of spirits was merely animal, and that his + wit was thin; but even these envious ones had to admit later that his wit + told, and that his good-humour was catching. + </p> + <p> + Crocker and Harrison had nearly got to loggerheads one night for no reason + apparently, save that each had a high reputation for courage, and neither + could find a worthier antagonist. In the nick of time Rablay appeared; he + seemed to understand the situation at a glance, and broke in: + </p> + <p> + “See here, boys. I'll settle this. They're disputin'—I know they + are. Want to decide with bullets whether 'Frisco or Denver's the finest + city. 'Frisco's bigger and older, says Crocker; Harrison maintains + Denver's better laid out. Crocker replies in his quiet way that 'Frisco + ain't dead yet.” Good temper being now re-established, Rablay went on: + “I'll decide this matter right off. Crocker and Harrison shall set up + drinks for the crowd till we're all laid out. And I'll tell a story,” and + he began a tale which cannot be retold here, but which delighted the boys + as much by its salaciousness as by its vivacity. + </p> + <p> + Lawyer Rablay was to Garotte what novels, theatres, churches, concerts are + to more favoured cities; in fact, for some six months, he and his stories + constituted the chief humanizing influence in the camp. Deputations were + often despatched from Doolan's to bring Rablay to the bar. The miners got + up “cases” in order to give him work. More than once both parties in a + dispute, real or imaginary, engaged him, despite his protestations, as + attorney, and afterwards the boys insisted that, being advocate for both + sides, he was well fitted to decide the issue as judge. He had not been a + month in Garotte before he was christened Judge, and every question, + whether of claim-boundaries, the suitability of a nickname, or the value + of “dust,” was submitted for his decision. It cannot be asserted that his + enviable position was due either to perfect impartiality or to infallible + wisdom. But every one knew that his judgments would be informed by shrewd + sense and good-humour, and would be followed by a story, and woe betide + the disputant whose perversity deferred that pleasure. So Garotte became a + sort of theocracy, with Judge Rablay as ruler. And yet he was, perhaps, + the only man in the community whose courage had never been tested or even + considered. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon a man came to Garotte, who had a widespread reputation. His + name was Bill Hitchcock. A marvellous shot, a first-rate poker-player, a + good rider—these virtues were outweighed by his desperate temper. + Though not more than five-and-twenty years of age his courage and ferocity + had made him a marked man. He was said to have killed half-a-dozen men; + and it was known that he had generally provoked his victims. No one could + imagine why he had come to Garotte, but he had not been half an hour in + the place before he was recognized. It was difficult to forget him, once + seen. He was tall and broad-shouldered; his face long, with well-cut + features; a brown moustache drooped negligently over his mouth; his heavy + eyelids were usually half-closed, but when in moments of excitement they + were suddenly updrawn, one was startled by a naked hardness of grey-green + eyes. + </p> + <p> + Hitchcock spent the whole afternoon in Doolan's, scarcely speaking a word. + As night drew down, the throng of miners increased. Luck had been bad for + weeks; the camp was in a state of savage ill-humour. Not a few came to the + saloon that night intending to show, if an opportunity offered, that + neither Hitchcock nor any one else on earth could scare them. As minute + after minute passed the tension increased. Yet Hitchcock stood in the + midst of them, drinking and smoking in silence, seemingly unconcerned. + </p> + <p> + Presently the Judge came in with a smile on his round face and shot off a + merry remark. But the quip didn't take as it should have done. He was + received with quiet nods and not with smiles and loud greetings as usual. + Nothing daunted, he made his way to the bar, and, standing next to + Hitchcock, called for a drink. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Doolan, a Bourbon; our only monarch!” + </p> + <p> + Beyond a smile from Doolan the remark elicited no applause. Astonished, + the Judge looked about him; never in his experience had the camp been in + that temper. But still he had conquered too often to doubt his powers now. + Again and again he tried to break the spell—in vain. As a last + resort he resolved to use his infallible receipt against ill-temper. + </p> + <p> + “Boys! I've just come in to tell you one little story; then I'll have to + go.” + </p> + <p> + From force of habit the crowd drew towards him, and faces relaxed. Cheered + by this he picked up his glass from the bar and turned towards his + audience. Unluckily, as he moved, his right arm brushed against Hitchcock, + who was looking at him with half-opened eyes. The next moment Hitchcock + had picked up his glass and dashed it in the Judge's face. Startled, + confounded by the unexpected suddenness of the attack, Rablay backed two + or three paces, and, blinded by the rush of blood from his forehead, drew + out his handkerchief. No one stirred. It was part of the unwritten law in + Garotte to let every man in such circumstances play his game as he + pleased. For a moment or two the Judge mopped his face, and then he + started towards his assailant with his round face puckered up and + out-thrust hands. He had scarcely moved, however, when Hitchcock levelled + a long Navy Colt against his breast: + </p> + <p> + “Git back, you —— ” + </p> + <p> + The Judge stopped. He was unarmed but not cowed. All of a sudden those + wary, long eyes of Hitchcock took in the fact that a score of revolvers + covered him. + </p> + <p> + With lazy deliberation Dave Crocker moved out of the throng towards the + combatants, and standing between them, with his revolver pointing to the + ground, said sympathetically: + </p> + <p> + “Jedge, we're sorry you've been jumped, here in Garotte. Now, what would + you like?” + </p> + <p> + “A fair fight,” replied Rablay, beginning again to use his handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” Crocker went on, after a pause for thought. “A square fight's good + but hard to get. This man,” and his head made a motion towards Hitchcock + as he spoke, “is one of the best shots there is, and I reckon you're not + as good at shootin' as at—other things.” Again he paused to think, + and then continued with the same deliberate air of careful reflection, “We + all cotton to you, Jedge; you know that. Suppose you pick a man who kin + shoot, and leave it to him. That'd be fair, an' you kin jes' choose any of + us, or one after the other. We're all willin'.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied the Judge, taking away the handkerchief, and showing a + jagged, red line on his forehead. “No! he struck <i>me</i>. I don't want + any one to help me, or take my place.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” said Crocker, approvingly; “that's right, Jedge, we all + like that, but 'tain't square, and this camp means to hev it square. You + bet!” And, in the difficult circumstances, he looked round for the + approval which was manifest on every one of the serious faces. Again he + began: “I guess, Jedge, you'd better take my plan, 'twould be surer. No! + Wall, suppose I take two six-shooters, one loaded, the other empty, and + put them under a <i>capote</i> on the table in the next room. You could + both go in and draw for weapons; that'd be square, I reckon?” and he + waited for the Judge's reply. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied Rablay, “that'd be fair. I agree to that.” + </p> + <p> + “Hell!” exclaimed Hitchcock, “I don't. If he wants to fight, I'm here; but + I ain't goin' to take a hand in no sich derned game—with the cards + stocked agen me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ain't you?” retorted Crocker, facing him, and beginning slowly. “I reckon + <i>you'll</i> play any game we say. <i>See</i>! any damned game <i>we</i> + like. D'ye understand?” + </p> + <p> + As no response was forthcoming to this defiance, he went into the other + room to arrange the preliminaries of the duel. A few moments passed in + silence, and then he came back through the lane of men to the two + combatants. + </p> + <p> + “Jedge,” he began, “the six-shooters are there, all ready. Would you like + to hev first draw, or throw for it with him?” contemptuously indicating + Hitchcock with a movement of his head as he concluded. + </p> + <p> + “Let us throw,” replied Rablay, quietly. + </p> + <p> + In silence the three dice and the box were placed by Doolan on the bar. In + response to Crocker's gesture the Judge took up the box and rolled out two + fives and a three—thirteen. Every one felt that he had lost the + draw, but his face did not change any more than that of his adversary. In + silence Hitchcock replaced the dice in the box and threw a three, a four, + and a two—nine; he put down the box emphatically. + </p> + <p> + “Wall,” Crocker decided impassively, “I guess that gives you the draw, + Jedge; we throw fer high in Garotte—sometimes,” he went on, turning + as if to explain to Hitchcock, but with insult in his voice, and then, + “After you, Jedge!” + </p> + <p> + Rablay passed through the crowd into the next room. There, on a table, was + a small heap covered with a cloak. Silently the men pressed round, leaving + Crocker between the two adversaries in the full light of the swinging + lamp. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Jedge,” said Crocker, with a motion towards the table. + </p> + <p> + “No!” returned the Judge, with white, fixed face, “he won; let him draw + first. I only want a square deal.” + </p> + <p> + A low hum of surprise went round the room. Garotte was more than satisfied + with its champion. Crocker looked at Hitchcock, and said: + </p> + <p> + “It's your draw, then.” The words were careless, but the tone and face + spoke clearly enough. + </p> + <p> + A quick glance round the room and Hitchcock saw that he was trapped. These + men would show him no mercy. At once the wild beast in him appeared. He + stepped to the table, put his hand under the cloak, drew out a revolver, + dropped it, pointing towards Rablay's face, and pulled the trigger. A + sharp click. That revolver, at any rate, was unloaded. Quick as thought + Crocker stepped between Hitchcock and the table. Then he said: + </p> + <p> + “It's your turn now, Jedge!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke a sound, half of relief and half of content came from the + throats of the onlookers. The Judge did not move. He had not quivered when + the revolver was levelled within a foot of his head; he did not appear to + have seen it. With set eyes and pale face, and the jagged wound on his + forehead whence the blood still trickled, he had waited, and now he did + not seem to hear. Again Crocker spoke: + </p> + <p> + “Come, Jedge, it's your turn.” + </p> + <p> + The sharp, loud words seemed to break the spell which had paralyzed the + man. He moved to the table, and slowly drew the revolver from under the + cloak. His hesitation was too much for the crowd. + </p> + <p> + “Throw it through him, Jedge! Now's your chance. Wade in, Jedge!” + </p> + <p> + The desperate ferocity of the curt phrases seemed to move him. He raised + the revolver. Then came in tones of triumph: + </p> + <p> + “I'll bet high on the Jedge!” + </p> + <p> + He dropped the revolver on the floor, and fled from the room. + </p> + <p> + The first feeling of the crowd of men was utter astonishment, but in a + moment or two this gave place to half-contemptuous sympathy. What + expression this sentiment would have found it is impossible to say, for + just then Bill Hitchcock observed with a sneer: + </p> + <p> + “As he's run, I may as well walk;” and he stepped towards the bar-room. + </p> + <p> + Instantly Crocker threw himself in front of him with his face on fire. + </p> + <p> + “Walk—will ye?” he burst out, the long-repressed rage flaming up—“walk! + when you've jumped the best man in Garotte—walk! No, by God, you'll + crawl, d'ye hear? crawl—right out of this camp, right now!” and he + dropped his revolver on Hitchcock's breast. + </p> + <p> + Then came a wild chorus of shouts. + </p> + <p> + “That's right! That's the talk! Crawl, will ye! Down on yer hands and + knees. Crawl, damn ye! Crawl!” and a score of revolvers covered the + stranger. + </p> + <p> + For a moment he stood defiant, looking his assailants in the eyes. His + face seemed to have grown thinner, and his moustache twitched with the + snarling movement of a brute at bay. Then he was tripped up and thrown + forwards amid a storm of, “Crawl, damn ye—crawl!” And so Hitchcock + crawled, on hands and knees, out of Doolan's. + </p> + <p> + Lawyer Rablay, too, was never afterwards seen in Garotte. Men said his + nerves had “give out.” + </p> + <h3> + JULY, 1892. + </h3> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + GULMORE, THE BOSS + </h2> + <p> + The habits of the Gulmore household were in some respects primitive. + Though it was not yet seven o'clock two negro girls were clearing away the + breakfast things under the minute supervision of their mistress, an + angular, sharp-faced woman with a reedy voice, and nervously abrupt + movements. Near the table sat a girl of nineteen absorbed in a book. In an + easy-chair by the open bay-window a man with a cigar in his mouth was + reading a newspaper. Jonathan Byrne Gulmore, as he always signed himself, + was about fifty years of age; his heavy frame was muscular, and the coarse + dark hair and swarthy skin showed vigorous health. There was both + obstinacy and combativeness in his face with its cocked nose, low + irregular forehead, thick eyebrows, and square jaw, but the deep-set grey + eyes gleamed at times with humorous comprehension, and the usual + expression of the countenance was far from ill-natured. As he laid the + paper on his knees and looked up, he drew the eye. His size and strength + seemed to be the physical equivalents of an extraordinary power of + character and will. When Mrs. Gulmore followed the servants out of the + room the girl rose from her chair and went towards the door. She was + stopped by her father's voice: + </p> + <p> + “Ida, I want a talk with you. You'll be able to go to your books + afterwards; I won't keep you long.” She sat down again and laid her book + on the table, while Mr. Gulmore continued: + </p> + <p> + “The election's next Monday week, and I've no time to lose.” A moment's + silence, and he let his question fall casually: + </p> + <p> + “You know this—Professor Roberts—don't you? He was at the + University when you were there—eh?” The girl flushed slightly as she + assented. + </p> + <p> + “They say he's smart, an' he ken talk. I heard him the other night; but + I'd like to know what you think. Your judgment's generally worth havin'.” + </p> + <p> + Forced to reply without time for reflection, Miss Gulmore said as little + as possible with a great show of frankness: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes; he's smart, and knows Greek and Latin and German, and a great + many things. The senior students used to say he knew more than all the + other professors put together, and he—he thinks so too, I imagine,” + and she laughed intentionally, for, on hearing her own strained laughter, + she blushed, and then stood up out of a nervous desire to conceal her + embarrassment. But her father was looking away from her at the glowing end + of his cigar; and, as she resumed her seat, he went on: + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad you seem to take no stock in him, Ida, for he's makin' himself + unpleasant. I'll have to give him a lesson, I reckon, not in Greek or + Latin or them things—I never had nothin' taught me beyond the + 'Fourth Reader,' in old Vermont, and I've forgotten some of what I learned + then—but in election work an' business I guess I ken give Professor + Roberts points, fifty in a hundred, every time. Did you know he's always + around with Lawyer Hutchin's?” + </p> + <p> + “Is he? That's because of May—May Hutchings. Oh, she deserves him;” + the girl spoke with sarcastic bitterness, “she gave herself trouble enough + to get him. It was just sickening the way she acted, blushing every time + he spoke to her, and looking up at him as if he were everything. Some + people have no pride in them.” + </p> + <p> + Her father listened impassively, and, after a pause, began his + explanation: + </p> + <p> + “Wall, Ida, anyway he means to help Hutchin's in this city election. + 'Tain't the first time Hutchin's has run for mayor on the Democratic + ticket and come out at the little end of the horn, and I propose to whip + him again. But this Professor's runnin' him on a new track, and I want + some points about <i>him</i>. It's like this. At the Democratic meetin' + the other night, the Professor spoke, and spoke well. What he said was + popcorn; but it took with the Mugwumps—them that think themselves + too highfalutin' to work with either party, jest as if organization was no + good, an' a mob was as strong as an army. Wall, he talked for an hour + about purity an' patriotism, and when he had warmed 'em up he went + bald-headed for me. He told 'em—you ken read it all in the 'Tribune'—that + this town was run by a ring, an' not run honestly; contracts were given + only to members of the Republican party; all appointments were made by the + ring, and never accordin' to ability—as if sich a ring could last + ten years. He ended up by saying, though he was a Republican, as his + father is, he intended to vote Democratic—he's domiciled here—as + a protest against the impure and corrupt Boss-system which was disgracin' + American political life. 'Twas baby talk. But it's like this. The buildin' + of the branch line South has brought a lot of Irish here—they're all + Democrats—and there's quite a number of Mugwumps, an' if this + Professor goes about workin' them all up—what with the + flannel-mouths and the rest—it might be a close finish. I'm sure to + win, but if I could get some information about him, it would help me. His + father's all right. We've got him down to a fine point. Prentiss, the man + I made editor of the 'Herald,' knows him well; ken tell us why he left + Kaintucky to come West. But I want to know somethin' about the Professor, + jest to teach him to mind his own business, and leave other folk to attend + to theirs. Ken you help me? Is he popular with the students and + professors?” + </p> + <p> + She thought intently, while the colour rose in her cheeks; she was eager + to help. + </p> + <p> + “With the students, yes. There's nothing to be done there. The professors—I + don't think they like him much; he is too clever. When he came into the + class-room and talked Latin to Johnson, the Professor of Latin, and + Johnson could only stammer out a word or two, I guess he didn't make a + friend;” and the girl laughed at the recollection. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know anything else that could be brought against him. They say he + is an Atheist. Would that be any use? He gave a lecture on 'Culture as a + Creed' about three months ago which made some folk mad. The other + professors are Christians, and, of course, all the preachers took it up. + He compared Buddha with Christ, and said—oh, I remember!—that + Shakespeare was the Old Testament of the English-speaking peoples. That + caused some talk; they all believe in the Bible. He said, too, that + 'Shakespeare was inspired in a far higher sense than St. Paul, who was + thin and hard, a logic-loving bigot.' And President Campbell—he's a + Presbyterian—preached the Sunday afterwards upon St. Paul as the + great missionary of Protestantism. I don't think the professors like him, + but I don't know that they can do anything, for all the students, the + senior ones, at least, are with him,” and the girl paused, and tried to + find out from her father's face whether what she had said was likely to be + of service. + </p> + <p> + “Wall! I don't go much on them things myself, but I guess somethin' ken be + done. I'll see Prentiss about it: send him to interview this President + Campbell, and wake him up to a sense of his duty. This is a Christian + country, I reckon,” the grey eyes twinkled, “and those who teach the young + should teach them Christian principles, or else—get out. I guess it + ken be worked. The University's a State institution. You don't mind if + he's fired out, do you?” And the searching eyes probed her with a glance. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I don't mind,” she said quickly, in a would-be careless tone, rising + and going towards him, “it has nothing to do with me. He belongs to May + Hutchings—let her help him, if she can. I think you're quite right + to give him a lesson—he needs one badly. What right has he to come + and attack you?” She had passed to her father's side, and was leaning + against his shoulder. Those grey eyes saw more than she cared to reveal; + they made her uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + “Then I understand it's like this. You want him to get a real lesson? Is + that it? You ken talk straight to me, Ida. I'm with you every time. You + know that.” + </p> + <p> + The feminine instinct of concealment worked in her, but she knew this + father of hers would have plain speech, and some hidden feeling forced her + violent temper to an outburst of curiously mingled hatred of the Professor + and exultation in her power of injuring him. + </p> + <p> + “Why, father, it's all the same to me. I've no interest in it, except to + help you. You know I never said a word against him till you asked me. But + he has no business to come down and attack <i>you</i>,” and the voice grew + shrill. “It's shameful of him. If he were a man he'd never do it. Yes—give + him a <i>real</i> lesson; teach him that those he despises are stronger + than he is. Let him lose his place and be thrown out of work, then we'll + see if May Hutchings,” and she laughed, “will go and help him. We'll see + who is—” + </p> + <p> + Her father interrupted her in the middle of a tirade which would have been + complete self-revelation; but it is not to be presumed that he did this + out of a delicate regard for his daughter's feelings. He had got the + information he required. + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, Ida. I guess he'll get the lesson. You ken count on me. + You've put me on the right track, I believe. I knew if any one could help + me, you'd be able to. Nobody knows what's in you better'n I do. You're + smarter'n any one I know, and I know a few who think they're real smart—” + </p> + <p> + In this vein he continued soothing his daughter's pride, and yet speaking + in an even, impersonal tone, as if merely stating facts. + </p> + <p> + “Now I've got to go. Prentiss'll be waiting for me at the office.” + </p> + <p> + While driving to the office, Mr. Gulmore's thoughts, at first, were with + his daughter. “I don't know why, but I suspicioned that. That's why she + left the University before graduatin', an' talked of goin' East, and + makin' a name for herself on the stage. That Professor's foolish. Ida's + smart and pretty, and she'll have a heap of money some day. The ring has a + few contracts on hand still—he's a fool. How she talked: she + remembered all that lecture—every word; but she's young yet. She'd + have given herself away if I hadn't stopped her. I don't like any one to + do that; it's weak. But she means business every time, just as I do; she + means him to be fired right out, and then she'd probably go and cry over + him, and want me to put him back again. But no. I guess not. That's not + the way I work. I'd be willin' for him to stay away, and leave me alone, + but as she wants him punished, he shall be, and she mustn't interfere at + the end. It'll do her good to find out that things can't both be done and + undone, if she's that sort. But p'r'aps she won't want to undo them. When + their pride's hurt women are mighty hard—harder than men by far.... + I wonder how long it'll take to get this Campbell to move. I must start + right in; I hain't got much time.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as her father left her, Miss Ida hurried to her own room, in order + to recover from her agitation, and to remove all traces of it. She was an + only child, and had accordingly a sense of her own importance, which + happened to be uncorrected by physical deficiencies. Not that she was + astonishingly beautiful, but she was tall and just good-looking enough to + allow her to consider herself a beauty. Her chief attraction was her form, + which, if somewhat flat-chested, had a feline flexibility rarer and more + seductive than she imagined. She was content to believe that nature had + fashioned her to play the part in life which, she knew, was hers of right. + Her name, even, was most appropriate—dignified. Ida should be + queen-like, stately; the oval of her face should be long, and not round, + and her complexion should be pallid; colour in the cheeks made one look + common. Her dark hair, too, pleased her; everything, in fact, save her + eyes; they were of a nameless, agate-like hue, and she would have + preferred them to be violet. That would have given her face the charm of + unexpectedness, which she acknowledged was in itself a distinction. And + Miss Ida loved everything that conduced to distinction, everything that + flattered her pride with a sense of her own superiority. It seemed as if + her mother's narrowness of nature had confined and shot, so to speak, all + the passions and powers of the father into this one characteristic of the + daughter. That her father had risen to influence and riches by his own + ability did not satisfy her. She had always felt that the Hutchingses and + the society to which they belonged, persons who had been well educated for + generations, and who had always been more or less well off, formed a + higher class. It was the longing to become one of them that had impelled + her to study with might and main. Even in her school-days she had + recognized that this was the road to social eminence. The struggle had + been arduous. In the Puritan surroundings of middle-class life her want of + religious training and belief had almost made a pariah of the proud, + high-tempered girl, and when as a clever student of the University and a + daughter of one of the richest and most powerful men in the State, she + came into a circle that cared as little about Christian dogmas as she did, + she attributed the comparative coolness with which her companions treated + her, to her father's want of education, rather than to the true cause, her + own domineering temper. As she had hated her childish playmates, who, + instructed by their mothers, held aloof from the infidel, so she had grown + to detest the associates of her girlhood, whose parents seemed, by virtue + of manners and education, superior to hers. The aversion was acrid with + envy, and had fastened from the beginning on her competitor as a student + and her rival in beauty, Miss May Hutchings. Her animosity was intensified + by the fact that, when they entered the Sophomore class together, Miss May + had made her acquaintance, had tried to become friends with her, and then, + for some inscrutable reason, had drawn coldly away. By dint of working + twice as hard as May, Ida had managed to outstrip her, and to begin the + Junior year as the first of the class; but all the while she was conscious + that her success was due to labour, and not to a larger intelligence. And + with the coming of the new professor of Greek, this superiority, her one + consolation, was called in question. + </p> + <p> + Professor Roberts had brought about a revolution in the University. He was + young and passionately devoted to his work; had won his Doctor's degree at + Berlin <i>summa cum laude</i>, and his pupils soon felt that he + represented a standard of knowledge higher than they had hitherto imagined + as attainable, and yet one which, he insisted, was common in the older + civilization of Europe. It was this nettling comparison, enforced by his + mastery of difficulties, which first aroused the ardour of his scholars. + In less than a year they passed from the level of youths in a high school + to that of University students. On the best heads his influence was + magical. His learning and enthusiasm quickened their reverence for + scholarship, but it was his critical faculty which opened to them the + world of art, and nerved them to emulation. + </p> + <p> + “Until one realizes the shortcomings of a master,” he said in a lecture, + “it is impossible to understand him or to take the beauty of his works to + heart. When Sophocles repeats himself—the Electra is but a feeble + study for the Antigone, or possibly a feeble copy of it—we get near + the man; the limitations of his outlook are characteristic: when he + deforms his Ajax with a tag of political partisanship, his servitude to + surroundings defines his conscience as an artist; and when painting by + contrasts he poses the weak Ismene and Chrysothemis as foils to their + heroic sisters, we see that his dramatic power in the essential was + rudimentary. Yet Mr. Matthew Arnold, a living English poet, writes that + Sophocles 'saw life steadily and saw it whole.' This is true of no man, + not of Shakespeare nor of Goethe, much less of Sophocles or Racine. The + phrase itself is as offensively out of date as the First Commandment.” The + bold, incisive criticism had a singular fascination for his hearers, who + were too young to remark in it the crudeness that usually attaches to + originality. + </p> + <p> + Miss Hutchings was the first of the senior students to yield herself to + the new influence. In the beginning Miss Gulmore was not attracted by + Professor Roberts; she thought him insignificant physically; he was neat + of dress too, and ingenuously eager in manner—all of which + conflicted with her ideal of manhood. It was but slowly that she awoke to + a consciousness of his merits, and her awakening was due perhaps as much + to jealousy of May Hutchings as to the conviction that with Professor + Roberts for a husband she would realize her social ambitions. Suddenly she + became aware that May was passing her in knowledge of Greek, and was thus + winning the notice of the man she had begun to look upon as worthy of her + own choice. Ida at once addressed herself to the struggle with all the + energy of her nature, but at first without success. It was evident that + May was working as she had never worked before, for as the weeks flew by + she seemed to increase her advantage. During this period Ida Gulmore's + pride suffered tortures; day by day she understood more clearly that the + prize of her life was slipping out of reach. In mind and soul now she + realized Roberts' daring and charm. With the intensified perceptions of a + jealous woman, she sometimes feared that he sympathized with her rival. + But he had not spoken yet; of that she was sure, and her conceit enabled + her to hope desperately. A moment arrived when her hatred of May was + sweetened by contempt. For some reason or other May was neglecting her + work; when spoken to by the Professor her colour came and went, and a + shyness, visible to all, wrapped her in confusion. Ida felt that there was + no time to be lost, and increased her exertions. As she thought of her + position she determined first to surpass her competitor, and then in some + way or other to bring the Professor to speech. But, alas! for her plans. + One morning she demonstrated her superiority with cruel clearness, only to + find that Roberts, self-absorbed, did not notice her. He seemed to have + lost the vivid interest in the work which aforetime had characterized him, + and the happiness of the man was only less tell-tale than the pretty + contentment and demure approval of all he said which May scarcely tried to + conceal. Wild with fear, blinded by temper, Ida resolved to know the + truth. + </p> + <p> + One morning when the others left the room she waited, busying herself + apparently with some notes, till the Professor returned, as she knew he + would, in time to receive the next class. While gathering up her books, + she asked abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “I suppose I should congratulate you, Professor?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I understand you.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you do. Why lie? You are engaged to May Hutchings,” and the girl + looked at him with flaming eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know why you should ask me, or why I should answer, but we have + no motive for concealment—yes, I am.” + </p> + <p> + His words were decisive; his reverence for May and her affection had been + wounded by the insolent challenge, but before he finished speaking his + manner became considerate. He was quick to feel the pain of others and + shrank from adding to it—these, indeed, were the two chief articles + of the unformulated creed which directed his actions. His optimism was of + youth and superficial, but the sense of the brotherhood of human suffering + touched his heart in a way that made compassion and tenderness appear to + him to be the highest and simplest of duties. It was Ida's temper that + answered his avowal. Still staring at him she burst into loud laughter, + and as he turned away her tuneless mirth grew shriller and shriller till + it became hysterical. A frightened effort to regain her self-control, and + her voice broke in something like a sob, while tears trembled on her + lashes. The Professor's head was bent over his desk and he saw nothing. + Ida dashed the tears from her eyes ostentatiously, and walked with shaking + limbs out of the room. She would have liked to laugh again scornfully + before closing the door, but she dared not trust her nerves. From that + moment she tried to hate Professor Roberts as she hated May Hutchings, for + her disappointment had been very sore, and the hurt to her pride smarted + like a burn. On returning home, she told her father that she had taken her + name off the books of the University; she meant to be an actress, and a + degree could be of no use to her in her new career. Her father did not + oppose her openly; he was content to postpone any decisive step, and in a + few days she seemed to have abandoned her project. But time brought no + mitigation of her spite. She was tenacious by nature, and her jealous rage + came back upon her in wild fits. To be outdone by May Hutchings was + intolerable. Besides, the rivalry and triumphs of the class-room had been + as the salt of life to her; now she had nothing to do, nothing to occupy + her affections or give object to her feverish ambition. And the void of + her life she laid to the charge of Roberts. So when the time came and the + temptation, she struck as those strike who are tortured by pain. + </p> + <p> + Alone in her room, she justified to herself what she had done. She thought + with pleasure of Professor Roberts' approaching defeat and punishment. “He + deserves it, and more! He knows why I left the University; drew myself + away from him for ever. What does he care for my suffering? He can't leave + me in peace. I wasn't good enough for him, and my father isn't honest + enough. Oh, that I were a man! I'd teach him that it was dangerous to + insult the wretched. + </p> + <p> + “How I was mistaken in him! He has no delicacy, no true manliness of + character. I'm glad he has thrown down the challenge. Father may not be + well-educated nor refined, but he's strong. Professor Roberts shall find + out what it means to attack <i>us</i>. I hope he'll be turned out of the + University; I hope he will. Let me think. I have a copy of that lecture of + his; perhaps there's something in it worse than I remembered. At any rate, + the report will be proof.” + </p> + <p> + She searched hurriedly, and soon found the newspaper account she wanted. + Glancing down the column with feverish eagerness, she burst out: “Here it + is; this will do. I knew there was something more.” + </p> + <p> + “... Thus the great ones contribute, each his part, towards the + humanization of man. Christ and Buddha are our teachers, but so also, and + in no lower degree, are Plato, Dante, Goethe, and Shakespeare.... + </p> + <p> + “But strange to say, the <i>Divina Commedia</i> seems to us moderns more + remote than the speculations of Plato. For the modern world is founded + upon science, and may be said to begin with the experimental philosophy of + Bacon. The thoughts of Plato, the 'fair humanities' of Greek religion, are + nearer to the scientific spirit than the untutored imaginings of Christ. + The world to-day seeks its rule of life in exact knowledge of man and his + surroundings; its teachers, high-priests in the temple of Truth, are the + Darwins, the Bunsens, the Pasteurs. In the place of God we see Law, and + the old concept of rewards and punishments has been re-stated as 'the + survival of the fittest.' If, on the other hand, you need emotions, and + the inspiration of concrete teaching, you must go to Balzac, to Turgenief, + and to Ibsen....” + </p> + <p> + “I think that'll do,” said the girl half-aloud as she marked the above + passages, and then sent the paper by a servant to her father's office. + “The worst of it is, he'll find another place easily; but, at any rate, + he'll have to leave this State.... How well I remember that lecture. I + thought no one had ever talked like that before. But the people disliked + it, and even those who stayed to the end said they wouldn't have come had + they known that a professor could speak against Christianity. How mad they + made me then! I wouldn't listen to them, and now—now he's with May + Hutchings, perhaps laughing at me with her. Or, if he's not so base as + that, he's accusing my father of dishonesty, and I mean to defend him. But + if, ah, if—” and the girl rose to her feet suddenly, with paling + face. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + The house of Lawyer Hutchings was commodious and comfortable. It was only + two storeys high, and its breadth made it appear squat; it was solidly + built of rough, brown stone, and a large wooden verandah gave shade and a + lounging-place in front. It stood in its own grounds on the outskirts of + the town, not far from Mr. Gulmore's, but it lacked the towers and + greenhouse, the brick stables, and black iron gates, which made Mr. + Gulmore's residence an object of public admiration. It had, indeed, a + careless, homelike air, as of a building that disdains show, standing + sturdily upon a consciousness of utility and worth. The study of the + master lay at the back. It was a room of medium size, with two French + windows, which gave upon an orchard of peach and apple-trees where lush + grass hid the fallen fruit. The furniture was plain and serviceable. A few + prints on the wall and a wainscoting of books showed the owner's tastes. + </p> + <p> + In this room one morning Lawyer Hutchings and Professor Roberts sat + talking. The lawyer was sparely built and tall, of sympathetic appearance. + The features of the face were refined and fairly regular, the blue eyes + pleasing, the high forehead intelligent-looking. Yet—whether it was + the querulous horizontal lines above the brows, or the frequent, graceful + gestures of the hands—Mr. Hutchings left on one an impression of + weakness, and, somehow or other, his precise way of speaking suggested + intellectual narrowness. It was understood, however, that he had passed + through Harvard with honours, and had done well in the law-course. It is, + therefore, not to be wondered at that when he went West, he went with the + idea that that was the shortest way to Washington. Yet he had had but a + moderate degree of success; he was too thoroughly grounded in his work not + to get a good practice, but he was not the first in his profession. He had + been outdone by men who fought their cases, and his popularity was due to + affable manners, and not to admiration of his power or talents. His + obvious good nature had got with years a tinge of discontent; life had + been to him a series of disappointments. + </p> + <p> + One glance at Professor Roberts showed him to be a different sort of a + man, though perhaps harder to read. Square shoulders and attenuated figure—a + mixture of energy and nervous force without muscular strength; a tyrannous + forehead overshadowing lambent hazel eyes; a cordial frankness of manner + with a thinker's tricks of gesture, his nervous fingers emphasizing his + words. + </p> + <p> + Their talk was of an article assailing the Professor that had appeared + that morning in “The Republican Herald.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't like it,” Mr. Hutchings was saying. “It's inspired by Gulmore, + and he always means what he says—and something more.” + </p> + <p> + “Except the suggestion that my father had certain good, or rather bad, + reasons for leaving Kentucky, it seems to me merely spiteful. It's very + vilely written.” + </p> + <p> + “He only begins with your father. Then he wonders what the real motives + are which induce you to change your political creed. But the affectation + of fairness is the danger signal. One can't imagine Gulmore hesitating to + assert what he has heard, that you have no religious principles. Coming + from him, that means a declaration of war; he'll attack you without + scruple—persistently. It's well known that he cares nothing for + religion—even his wife's a Unitarian. What he's aiming at, I don't + know, but he's sure to do you harm. He has done me harm, and yet he never + gave me such a warning. He only went for me when I ran for office. As soon + as the elections were over, he left me in peace. He's eminently practical, + and rather good-natured. There's no small vicious malice or hate in him; + but he's overbearing and loves a fight. Is it worth your while to make an + enemy of him? We're sure to be beaten.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course it isn't worth my while in that sense, but it's my duty, I + think, as you think it yours. Remark, too, that I've never attacked Mr. + Gulmore—never even mentioned him. I've criticised the system, and + avoided personalities.” + </p> + <p> + “He won't take it in that way. He is the system; when you criticise it, + you criticise him. Every one will so understand it. He makes all the + appointments, from mayor down to the boy who sweeps out an office; every + contract is given to him or his appointees; that's how he has made his + fortune. Why, he beat me the second time I ran for District Court Judge, + by getting an Irishman, the Chairman of my Committee, to desert me at the + last moment. He afterwards got Patrick Byrne elected a Justice of the + Peace, a man who knows no law and can scarcely sign his own name.” + </p> + <p> + “How disgraceful! And you would have me sit down quietly under the + despotism of Mr. Gulmore? And such a despotism! It cost the city half a + million dollars to pave the streets, and I can prove that the work could + have been done as well for half the sum. Our democratic system of + government is the worst in the world, if a tenth part of what I hear is + true; and before I admit that, I'll see whether its abuses are corrigible. + But why do you say we're sure to be beaten? I thought you said—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” Mr. Hutchings interrupted, “I said that this railway extension + gives us a chance. All the workmen are Irishmen, Democrats to a man, + who'll vote and vote straight, and that has been our weak point. You can't + get one-half the better classes to go to the polls. The negroes all vote, + too, and vote Republican—that has been Gulmore's strength. Now I've + got the Irishmen against his negroes I may win. But what I feel is that + even if I do get to be Mayor, you'll suffer for it more than I shall gain + by your help. Do you see? And, now that I'm employed by the Union Pacific + I don't care much for city politics. I'd almost prefer to give up the + candidature. May'll suffer, too. I think you ought to consider the matter + before going any further.” + </p> + <p> + “This is not the time for consideration. Like you I am trying to put an + end to a corrupt tyranny. I work and shall vote against a venal and + degrading system. May and I will bear what we must. She wouldn't have me + run away from such adversaries. Fancy being governed by the most ignorant, + led on by the most dishonest! It's incomprehensible to me how such a + paradoxical infamy can exist.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it'll become comprehensible to you before this election's over. + I've done my best for years to alter it, and so far I've not been very + successful. You don't seem to understand that where parties are almost + equal in strength, a man who'll spend money is sure to win. It has paid + Gulmore to organize the Republican party in this city; he has made it pay + him and all those who hold office by and through him. 'To the victors, the + spoils.' Those who have done the spoiling are able to pay more than the + spoiled—that's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but in this case the spoilers are a handful, while the spoiled are + the vast majority. Why should it be impossible to convince the majority + that they're being robbed?” + </p> + <p> + “Because ideas can't get into the heads of negroes, nor yet into the heads + of illiterate Irishmen. You'll find, too, that five Americans out of every + ten take no interest in ordinary politics, and the five who do are of the + lowest class—a Boss is their natural master. Our party politics, my + friend, resembles a game of faro—the card that happens to be in the + box against the same card outside—and the banker holding the box + usually manages to win. Let me once get power and Gulmore'll find his + labour unremunerative. If it hadn't been for him I'd have been in Congress + long ago. But now I'll have to leave you. Talk it over with May and—you + see that Gulmore challenges you to prove the corruption or else withdraw + the imputation? What do you mean to do?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll prove it, of course. Long before I spoke I had gone into that paving + contract; it was clearly a fraud.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'd think, if I were you, before I acted, though you're a great + help to me; your last speech was very powerful.” + </p> + <p> + “Unfortunately I'm no speaker, but I'll do as well as I can, and you may + rely on me to go on to the end. The rich at least must be forced to + refrain from robbing the poor.... That malicious sneer at my father hurts + me. It can only mean that he owed money in Kentucky. He was always + careless in money matters, too careless, but he's very generous at heart. + I owe him everything. I'll find out about it at once, and if it is as I + fear, the debt shall be paid. That'll be one good result of Mr. Gulmore's + malice. As for me, let him do his worst. At any rate I'm forewarned.” + </p> + <p> + “A poor satisfaction in case—but here's May, and I must go. I've + stayed too long already. You should look through our ticket; it's strong, + the men are all good, I think—anyway, they're the best we can get. + Teach him to be careful, May; he's too bold.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, father,” replied a clear, girlish voice; “it's mother who spoils + him,” and then, as the door shut, she moved to her lover, and holding out + both her hands, with a little air of dignity, added, “He tries to spoil <i>me</i>. + But, dear, what's the matter? You seem annoyed.” + </p> + <p> + “It's nothing. An article in that paper strikes at my father, and hurts + me; but it can be made right, and to look at you is a cure for pain.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me read it—no, please! I want to help you, and how can I do + that if I don't know what pains you?” The girl took the “Herald” and sat + down to read it. + </p> + <p> + May Hutchings was more than good-looking, were it only by reason of a + complexion such as is seldom given even to blondes. The inside of a + sea-shell has the same lustre and delicacy, but it does not pale and flush + as did May's cheeks in quick response to her emotions. Waves of + maize-coloured hair with a sheen of its own went with the fairness of the + skin, and the pretty features were redeemed from a suspicion of insipidity + by large violet eyes. She was of good height and lissom, with small feet + and hands, but the outlines of her figure were Southern in grace and + fulness. + </p> + <p> + After reading the article, she put down the paper without saying a word. + </p> + <p> + “Why, May, you seem to take it as seriously as your father does. It's + nothing so very terrible, is it?” + </p> + <p> + “What did father say?” + </p> + <p> + “That it was inspired by Gulmore, and that he was a dangerous man; but I + don't see much in it. If my father owed money in Kentucky it shall be + repaid, and there the matter ends.” + </p> + <p> + “'Tisn't that I'm troubling about; it's that lecture of yours. Oh, it was + wonderful! but I sat trembling all the time. You don't know the people. If + they had understood it better, they'd have made a big fuss about it. I'm + frightened now.” + </p> + <p> + “But what fuss can they make? I've surely a right to my own opinions, and + I didn't criticise any creed offensively.” + </p> + <p> + “That's it—that's what saved you. Oh, I wish you'd see it as I do! + You spoke so enthusiastically about Jesus, that you confused them. A lot + of them thought, and think still, that you're a Christian. But if it's + brought up again and made clear to them—Won't you understand? If + it's made quite clear that Jesus to you was only a man, and not superior + even to all other men, and that you believe Christianity has served its + purpose, and is now doing harm rather than good in the world, why, they'd + not want to have you in the University. Don't you know that?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you're right,” returned the Professor thoughtfully. “You see I + wasn't brought up in any creed, and I've lived in so completely different + an atmosphere for years past, that it's hard to understand such intolerant + bigotry. I remember enough, though, to see that you are right. But, after + all, what does it matter? I can't play hypocrite because they're blind + fanatics.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but you needn't have gone <i>quite</i> so far—been <i>quite</i> + so frank; and even now you might easily—” She stopped, catching a + look of surprise in her lover's face, and sought confusedly to blot out + the effect of her last words. “I mean—but of course you know best. I + want you to keep your place; you love the work, and no one could do it so + well as you. No one, and—” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't matter, May. I'm sure you were thinking of what would be best + for both of us, but I've nothing to alter or extenuate. They must do as + they think fit, these Christians, if they have the power. After all, it + can make no difference to us; I can always get work enough to keep us, + even if it isn't such congenial work. But do you think Gulmore's at the + bottom of it? Has he so much influence?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think so,” and the girl nodded her head, but she did not give the + reasons for her opinion. She knew that Ida Gulmore had been in love with + him, so she shrank instinctively from mentioning her name, partly because + it might make him pity her, and partly because the love of another woman + for him seemed to diminish her pride of exclusive possession. She + therefore kept silence while seeking for a way to warn her lover without + revealing the truth, which might set him thinking of Ida Gulmore and her + fascinating because unrequited passion. At length she said: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Gulmore has injured father. He knows him: you'd better take his + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father advises me to have nothing more to do with the election.” He + didn't say it to try her; he trusted her completely. The girl's answer was + emphatic: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's what you should do; I'm frightened for you. Why need you make + enemies? The election isn't worth that, indeed it isn't. If father wants + to run for Mayor, let him; he knows what he's about. But you, you should + do great things, write a great book; and make every one as proud of you as + I am.” Her face flushed with enthusiasm. She felt relieved, too; somehow + she had got into the spirit of her part once more. But her lover took the + hot face and eager speech as signs of affection, and he drew her to him + while his face lit up with joy. + </p> + <p> + “You darling, darling! You overrate me, dear, but that does me good: makes + me work harder. What a pity it is, May, that one can't add a cubit to his + stature. I'd be a giant then.... But never fear; it'll be all right. You + wouldn't wish me, I'm sure, to run away from a conflict I have provoked; + but now I must see my father about those debts, and then we'll have a + drive, or perhaps you'd go with me to him. You could wait in the buggy for + me. You know I have to speak again this evening.” + </p> + <p> + The girl consented at once, but she was not satisfied with the decision + her lover had come to. “It's too plain,” she thought in her clear, + common-sense way, “that he's getting into a 'fuss' when he might just as + well, or better, keep out of it.” + </p> + <p> + May was eminently practical, and not at all as emotional as one might have + inferred from the sensitive, quick-changing colour that at one moment + flushed her cheeks and at another ebbed, leaving her pallid, as with + passion. Not that she was hardhearted or selfish. Far from it. But her + surroundings had moulded her as they do women. Her mother had been one of + the belles of Baltimore, a Southerner, too, by temperament. May had a + brother and a sister older than herself (both were now married), and a + younger brother who had taken care that she should not be spoiled for want + of direct personal criticism. It was this younger brother, Joe, who first + called her “Towhead,” and even now he often made disparaging remarks about + “girls who didn't weigh 130”—in Joe's eyes, a Venus of Rubens would + have seemed perfect. May was not vain of her looks; indeed, she had only + come to take pleasure in them of recent years. As a young girl, comparing + herself with her mother, she feared that she would always be “quite + homely.” Her glass and the attentions of men had gradually shown her the + pleasant truth. She did not, however, even now, overrate her beauty + greatly. But her character had been modified to advantage in those + schoolgirl days, when, with bitter tears, she admitted to herself that she + was not pretty. Her teacher's praise of her quickness and memory had + taught her to set her pride on learning. And indeed she had been an + intelligent child, gifted with a sponge-like faculty of assimilating all + kinds of knowledge—the result, perhaps, of generations of educated + forbears. The admiration paid to her looks did not cause her to relax her + intellectual efforts. But when at the University she found herself + outgrowing the ordinary standards of opinion, conceit at first took + possession of her. It seemed to her manifest that she had always + underrated herself. She was astonished by her own excessive modesty, and + keenly interested in it. She had thought herself ugly and she was + beautiful, and now it was evident that she was a genius as well. With soul + mightily uplifted by dreams of all she would do and the high part she + would play in life, always nobly serious, yet with condescension of + exquisite charming kindliness, taking herself gravely for a perfect + product of the race and time, she proceeded to write the book which should + discover to mankind all her qualities—the delicacy, nobility, and + sweetness of an ideal nature. + </p> + <p> + During this period she even tried to treat Joe with sweet courtesy, but + Joe told her not to make herself “more of a doggoned fool” than she was. + And soon the dream began to lose its brightness. The book would not + advance, and what she wrote did not seem to her wonderful—not + inspired and fascinating as it ought to have been. Her reading had given + her some slight critical insight. She then showed parts of it to her + admirers, hoping thus to justify vanity, but they used the occasion to pay + irrelevant compliments, and so disappointed her—all, save Will + Thornton, who admitted critically that “it was poetic” and guessed “she + ought to write poetry.” Accordingly she wrote some lyrics, and one on + “Vanished Hopes” really pleased her. Forthwith she read it to Will, who + decided “'twas fine, mighty fine. Tennyson had written more, of course, + but nothing better—nothing easier to understand.” That last phrase + killed her trust in him. She sank into despondence. Even when Ida Gulmore, + whom she had learned to dislike, began to outshine her in the class, she + made no effort. To graduate first of her year appeared a contemptible + ambition in comparison with the dreams she had foregone. About this period + she took a new interest in her dress; she grew coquettish even, and became + a greater favourite than ever. Then Professor Roberts came to the + University, and with his coming life opened itself to her anew, vitalized + with hopes and fears. She was drawn to him from the first, as spirit is + sometimes drawn to spirit, by an attraction so imperious that it + frightened her, and she tried to hold herself away from him. But in her + heart she knew that she studied and read only to win his praise. His + talents revealed to her the futility of her ambition. Here was one who + stood upon the heights beyond her power of climbing, and yet, to her + astonishment, he was very doubtful of his ability to gain enduring + reputation. Not only was there a plane of knowledge and feeling above the + conventional—that she had found out by herself—but there were + also table-lands where teachers of repute in the valley were held to be + blind guides. Her quick receptivity absorbed the new ideas with eagerness; + but she no longer deluded herself. Her practical good sense came to her + aid. What seemed difficult or doubtful to the Professor must, she knew, be + for ever impossible to her. And already love was upon her, making her + humility as sweet as was her admiration. At last he spoke, and life became + altogether beautiful to her. As she learned to know him intimately she + began to understand his unworldliness, his scholar-like idealism, and + ignorance of men and motives, and thus she came to self-possession again, + and found her true mission. She realized with joy, and a delightful sense + of an assured purpose in life, that her faculty of observation and + practical insight, though insufficient as “bases for Eternity,” would be + of value to her lover. And if she now and then fell back into the part of + a nineteenth-century Antigone, it was but a momentary relapse into what + had been for a year or so a dear familiar habit. The heart of the girl + grew and expanded in the belief that her new <i>rôle</i> of counsellor and + worldly guide to her husband was the highest to which any woman could + attain. + </p> + <p> + A few days later Mr. Hutchings had another confidential talk with + Professor Roberts, and, as before, the subject was suggested by an article + in “The Republican Herald.” This paper, indeed, devoted a column or so + every day to personal criticism of the Professor, and each attack + surpassed its forerunner in virulence of invective. All the young man's + qualities of character came out under this storm of unmerited abuse. He + read everything that his opponents put forth, replied to nothing, in spite + of the continual solicitation of the editor of “The Democrat,” and seemed + very soon to regard “The Herald's” calumnies merely from the humorous + side. Meanwhile his own speeches grew in knowledge and vigour. With a + scholar's precision he put before his hearers the inner history and + significance of job after job. His powers of study helped him to “get up + his cases” with crushing completeness. He quickly realized the value of + catch-words, but his epigrams not being hardened in the fire of life + refused to stick. He did better when he published the balance-sheet of the + “ring” in pamphlet form, and showed that each householder paid about one + hundred and fifty dollars a year, or twice as much as all his legal taxes, + in order to support a party organization the sole object of which was to + enrich a few at the expense of the many. One job, in especial, the + contract for paving the streets, he stigmatized as a swindle, and asserted + that the District Attorney, had he done his duty, would long ago have + brought the Mayor and Town Council before a criminal court as parties to a + notorious fraud. His ability, steadfastness, and self-restraint had had a + very real effect; his meetings were always crowded, and his hearers were + not all Democrats. His courage and fighting power were beginning to win + him general admiration. The public took a lively though impartial interest + in the contest. To critical outsiders it seemed not unlikely that the + Professor (a word of good-humoured contempt) might “whip” even “old man + Gulmore.” Bets were made on the result and short odds accepted. Even Mr. + Hutchings allowed himself to hope for a favourable issue. + </p> + <p> + “You've done wonderfully well,” was the burden of his conversations with + Roberts; “I should feel certain of success against any one but Gulmore. + And he seems to be losing his head—his perpetual abuse excites + sympathy with you. If we win I shall owe it mainly to you.” + </p> + <p> + But on this particular morning Lawyer Hutchings had something to say to + his friend and helper which he did not like to put into plain words. He + began abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “You've seen the 'Herald'?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; there's nothing in it of interest, is there?” + </p> + <p> + “No; but 'twas foolish of your father to write that letter saying you had + paid his Kentucky debts.” + </p> + <p> + “I was sorry when I saw it. I know they'll say I got him to write the + letter. But it's only another incident.” + </p> + <p> + “It's true, then? You did pay the money?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I was glad to.” + </p> + <p> + “But it was folly. What had you to do with your father's debts? Every + house to-day should stand on its own foundation.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't agree with you; but in this case there was no question of that + sort. My father very generously impoverished himself to send me to Europe + and keep me there for six years. I owed him the five thousand dollars, and + was only too glad to be able to repay him. You'd have done the same.” + </p> + <p> + “Would I, indeed! Five thousand dollars! I'm not so sure of that.” The + father's irritation conquered certain grateful memories of his younger + days, and the admiration which, in his heart, he felt for the Professor's + action, only increased his annoyance. “It must have nearly cleaned you + out?” + </p> + <p> + “Very nearly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course it's your affair, not mine; but I think you foolish. You + paid them in full, I suppose? Whew! + </p> + <p> + “Do you see that the 'Herald' calls upon the University authorities to + take action upon your lecture? 'The teaching of Christian youth by an + Atheist must be stopped,' and so forth.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but they can do nothing. I'm not responsible to them for my + religious opinions.” + </p> + <p> + “You're mistaken. A vote of the Faculty can discharge you.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible! On what grounds?” + </p> + <p> + “On the ground of immorality. They've got the power in that case. It's a + loose word, but effective.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd have a cause of action against them.” + </p> + <p> + “Which you'd be sure to lose. Eleven out of every twelve jurymen in this + state would mulct an Agnostic rather than give him damages.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that's the meaning, then, I suppose, of this notice I've just got + from the secretary to attend a special Faculty meeting on Monday + fortnight.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see it. Why, here it is! The object of the meeting is 'To consider + the anti-Christian utterances of Professor Roberts, and to take action + thereon.' That's the challenge. Didn't you read it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; as soon as I opened it and saw the printed form, I took it for the + usual notification, and put it aside to think of this election work. But + it would seem as if the Faculty intended to out-herald the 'Herald.'” + </p> + <p> + “They are simply allowed to act first in order that the 'Herald,' a day + later, may applaud them. It's all worked by Gulmore, and I tell you again, + he's dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “He may be; but I won't change for abuse, nor yet to keep my post. Let him + do his worst. I've not attacked him hitherto for certain reasons of my + own, nor do I mean to now. But he can't frighten me; he'll find that out.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll see. But, at any rate, it was my duty to warn you. It would + be different if I were rich, but, as it is, I can only give May a little, + and—” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Hutchings, don't let us talk of that. In giving me May, you give + me all I want.” The young man's tone was so conclusive that it closed the + conversation. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Mr. Gulmore had not been trained for a political career. He had begun life + as a clerk in a hardware store in his native town. But in his early + manhood the Abolition agitation had moved him deeply—the colour of + his skin, he felt, would never have made him accept slavery—and he + became known as a man of extreme views. Before he was thirty he had + managed to save some thousands of dollars. He married and emigrated to + Columbus, Ohio, where he set up a business. It was there, in the stirring + years before the war, that he first threw himself into politics; he + laboured indefatigably as an Abolitionist without hope or desire of + personal gain. But the work came to have a fascination for him, and he saw + possibilities in it of pecuniary emolument such as the hardware business + did not afford. When the war was over, and he found himself scarcely + richer than he had been before it began, he sold his store and emigrated + again—this time to Tecumseh, Nebraska, intending to make political + organization the business of his life. He wanted “to grow up” with a town + and become its master from the beginning. As the negroes constituted the + most ignorant and most despised class, a little solicitation made him + their leader. In the first election it was found that “Gulmore's negroes” + voted to a man, and that he thereby controlled the Republican party. In + the second year of his residence in Tecumseh he got the contract for + lighting the town with gas. The contract was to run for twenty years, and + was excessively liberal, for Mr. Gulmore had practically no competitor, no + one who understood gas manufacture, and who had the money and pluck to + embark in the enterprise. He quickly formed a syndicate, and fulfilled the + conditions of the contract. The capital was fixed at two hundred thousand + dollars, and the syndicate earned a profit of nearly forty per cent, in + the first year. Ten years later a one hundred dollar share was worth a + thousand. This first success was the foundation of Mr. Gulmore's fortune. + The income derived from the gas-works enabled him to spend money on the + organization of his party. The first manager of the works was rewarded + with the position of Town Clerk—an appointment which ran for five + years, but which under Mr. Gulmore's rule was practically permanent. His + foremen became the most energetic of ward-chairmen. He was known to pay + well, and to be a kind if strenuous master. What he had gained in ten + years by the various contracts allotted to him or his nominees no one + could guess; he was certainly very rich. From year to year, too, his + control of the city government had grown more complete. There was now no + place in the civil or judicial establishment of the city or county which + did not depend on his will, and his influence throughout the State was + enormous. + </p> + <p> + A municipal election, or, indeed, any election, afforded Mr. Gulmore many + opportunities of quiet but intense self-satisfaction. He loved the + struggle and the consciousness that from his office-chair he had so + directed his forces that victory was assured. He always allowed a broad + margin in order to cover the unforeseen. Chance, and even ill-luck, formed + a part of his strategy; the sore throat of an eloquent speaker; the + illness of a popular candidate; a storm on polling-day—all were to + him factors in the problem. He reckoned as if his opponents might have all + the luck upon their side; but, while considering the utmost malice of + fortune, it was his delight to base his calculations upon the probable, + and to find them year by year approaching more nearly to absolute + exactitude. As soon as his ward-organization had been completed, he could + estimate the votes of his party within a dozen or so. His plan was to + treat every contest seriously, to bring all his forces to the poll on + every occasion—nothing kept men together, he used to say, like + victory. It was the number of his opponent's minority which chiefly + interested him; but by studying the various elections carefully, he came + to know better than any one the value as a popular candidate of every + politician in the capital, or, indeed, in the State. The talent of the man + for organization lay in his knowledge of men, his fairness and liberality, + and, perhaps, to a certain extent, in the power he possessed of inspiring + others with confidence in himself and his measures. He was never satisfied + till the fittest man in each ward was the Chairman of the ward; and if + money would not buy that particular man's services, as sometimes though + rarely happened, he never rested until he found the gratification which + bound his energy to the cause. Besides—and this was no small element + in his successes—his temper disdained the applause of the crowd. He + had never “run” for any office himself, and was not nearly so well known + to the mass of the electorate as many of his creatures. The senator, like + the mayor or office-messenger of his choice, got all the glory: Mr. + Gulmore was satisfied with winning the victory, and reaping the fruits of + it. He therefore excited, comparatively speaking, no jealousy; and this, + together with the strength of his position, accounts for the fact that he + had never been seriously opposed before Professor Roberts came upon the + scene. + </p> + <p> + Better far than Lawyer Hutchings, or any one else, Mr. Gulmore knew that + the relative strength of the two parties had altered vastly within the + year. Reckoning up his forces at the beginning of the campaign, he felt + certain that he could win—could carry his whole ticket, including a + rather unpopular Mayor; but the majority in his favour would be small, and + the prospect did not please him, for the Professor's speeches had aroused + envy. He understood that if his majority were not overwhelming he would be + assailed again next year more violently, and must in the long run + inevitably lose his power. Besides, “fat” contracts required + unquestionable supremacy. He began, therefore, by instituting such a + newspaper-attack upon the Professor as he hoped would force him to abandon + the struggle. When this failed, and Mr. Gulmore saw that it had done worse + than fail, that it had increased his opponent's energy and added to his + popularity, he went to work again to consider the whole situation. He must + win and win “big,” that was clear; win too, if possible, in a way that + would show his “smartness” and demonstrate his adversary's ignorance of + the world. His anger had at length been aroused; personal rivalry was a + thing he could not tolerate at any time, and Roberts had injured his + position in the town. He was resolved to give the young man such a lesson + that others would be slow to follow his example. + </p> + <p> + The difficulty of the problem was one of its attractions. Again and again + he turned the question over in his mind—How was he to make his + triumph and the Professor's defeat sensational? All the factors were + present to him and he dwelt upon them with intentness. He was a man of + strong intellect; his mind was both large and quick, but its activity, + owing to want of education and to greedy physical desires, had been + limited to the ordinary facts and forces of life. What books are to most + persons gifted with an extraordinary intelligence, his fellow-men were to + Mr. Gulmore—a study at once stimulating and difficult, of an + incomparable variety and complexity. His lack of learning was of advantage + to him in judging most men. Their stock of ideas, sentiments and desires + had been his for years, and if he now viewed the patchwork quilt of their + morality with indulgent contempt, at least he was familiar with all the + constituent shades of it. But he could not make the Professor out—and + this added to his dislike of him; he recognized that Roberts was not, as + he had at first believed, a mere mouthpiece of Hutchings, but he could not + fathom his motives; besides, as he said to himself, he had no need to; + Roberts was plainly a “crank,” book-mad, and the species did not interest + him. But Hutchings he knew well; knew that like himself Hutchings, while + despising ordinary prejudices, was ruled by ordinary greeds and ambitions. + In intellect they were both above the average, but not in morals. So, by + putting himself in the lawyer's place, a possible solution of the problem + occurred to him. + </p> + <p> + A couple of days before the election, Mr. Hutchings, who had been hard at + work till the evening among his chief subordinates, was making his way + homeward when Mr. Prentiss accosted him, with the request that he would + accompany him to his rooms for a few minutes on a matter of the utmost + importance. Having no good reason for refusing, Mr. Hutchings followed the + editor of the “Herald” up a flight of stairs into a large and comfortable + room. As he entered and looked about him Mr. Gulmore came forward: + </p> + <p> + “I wanted a talk with you, Lawyer, where we wouldn't be disturbed, and + Prentiss thought it would be best to have it here, and I guess he was + about right. It's quiet and comfortable. Won't you be seated?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Gulmore!” exclaimed the surprised lawyer stopping short. “I don't + think there's anything to be discussed between us, and as I'm in a hurry + to get home to dinner, I think I'll—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you make any mistake,” interrupted Mr. Gulmore; “I mean business—business + that'll pay both you and me, and I guess 'twon't do you any damage to take + a seat and listen to me for a few minutes.” + </p> + <p> + As Lawyer Hutchings, overborne by the authority of the voice and manner, + sat down, he noticed that Mr. Prentiss had disappeared. Interpreting + rightly the other's glance, Mr. Gulmore began: + </p> + <p> + “We're alone, Hutchin's. This matter shall be played fair and square. I + guess you know that my word can be taken at its face-value.” Then, + settling himself in his chair, he went on: + </p> + <p> + “You and I hev been runnin' on opposite tickets for a good many years, and + I've won right along. It has paid me to win and it has not paid you to + lose. Now, it's like this. You reckon that those Irishmen on the line give + you a better show. They do; but not enough to whip me. You appear to think + that that'll have to be tried the day after tomorrow, but you ought to + know by now that when I say a thing is so, it's so—every time. If + you had a chance, I'd tell you: I'm playin' square. I ken carry my ticket + from one end to the other; I ken carry Robinson as Mayor against you by at + least two hundred and fifty of a majority, and the rest of your ticket has + just no show at all—you know that. But, even if you could get in + this year or next what good would it do you to be Mayor? You're not + runnin' for the five thousand dollars a year salary, I reckon, and that's + about all you'd get—unless you worked with me. I want a good Mayor, + a man like you, of position and education, a fine speaker that knows + everybody and is well thought of—popular. Robinson's not good enough + for me; he hain't got the manners nor the knowledge, nor the popularity. + I'd have liked to have had you on my side right along. It would have been + better for both of us, but you were a Democrat, an' there wasn't any + necessity. Now there is. I want to win this election by a large majority, + an' you ken make that sartin. You see I speak square. Will you join me?” + </p> + <p> + The question was thrown out abruptly. Mr. Gulmore had caught a gleam in + the other's eye as he spoke of a good Mayor and his qualifications. “He + bites, I guess,” was his inference, and accordingly he put the question at + once. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hutchings, brought to himself by the sudden interrogation, hesitated, + and decided to temporize. He could always refuse to join forces, and + Gulmore might “give himself away.” He answered: + </p> + <p> + “I don't quite see what you mean. How are we to join?” + </p> + <p> + “By both of us givin' somethin'.” + </p> + <p> + “What am I to give?” + </p> + <p> + “Withdraw your candidature for Mayor as a Democrat.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't do that.” + </p> + <p> + “Jest hear me out. The city has advertised for tenders for a new Court + House and a new Town Hall. The one building should cover both, and be near + the middle of the business part. That's so—ain't it? Well, land's + hard to get anywhere there, and I've the best lots in the town. I guess” + (carelessly) “the contract will run to a million dollars; that should mean + two hundred thousand dollars to some one. It's like this, Hutchin's: Would + you rather come in with me and make a joint tender, or run for Mayor and + be beaten?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hutchings started. Ten years before the proposal would have won him. + But now his children were provided for——all except Joe, and + his position as Counsel to the Union Pacific Railroad lifted him above + pecuniary anxieties. Then the thought of the Professor and May came to him—No! + he wouldn't sell himself. But in some strange way the proposition excited + him; he felt elated. His quickened pulse-beats prevented him from + realizing the enormity of the proposed transaction, but he knew that he + ought to be indignant. What a pity it was that Gulmore had made no + proposal which he might have accepted—and then disclosed! + </p> + <p> + “If I understand you, you propose that I should take up this contract, and + make money out of it. If that was your business with me, you've made a + mistake, and Professor Roberts is right.” + </p> + <p> + “Hev I?” asked Mr. Gulmore slowly, coldly, in sharp contrast to the + lawyer's apparent excitement and quick speech. Contemptuously he thought + that Hutchings was “foolisher” than he had imagined—or was he + sincere? He would have weighed this last possibility before speaking, if + the mention of Roberts had not angered him. His combativeness made him + persist: + </p> + <p> + “If you don't want to come in with me, all you've got to do is to say so. + You've no call to get up on your hind legs about it; it's easy to do + settin'. But don't talk poppycock like that Professor; he's silly. He + talks about the contract for street pavin', and it ken be proved—'twas + proved in the 'Herald'—that our streets cost less per foot than the + streets of any town in this State. He knows nothin'. He don't even know + that an able man can make half a million out of a big contract, an' do the + work better than an ordinary man could do it who'd lose money by it. At a + million our Court House'll be cheap; and if the Professor had the contract + with the plans accordin' to requirement to-morrow, he'd make nothin' out + of it—not a red cent. No, sir. If I ken, that's my business—and + yours, ain't it? Or, are we to work for nothin' because he's a fool?” + </p> + <p> + While Mr. Gulmore was speaking, Mr. Hutchings gave himself to thought. + After all, why was he running for Mayor? The place, as Gulmore said, would + be of no use to him. He was weary of fighting which only ended in defeat, + and could only end in a victory that would be worthless. Mayor, indeed! If + he had a chance of becoming a Member of Congress, that would be different. + And across his brain flitted the picture so often evoked by imagination in + earlier years. Why not? Gulmore could make it certain. Would he? + </p> + <p> + “What you say seems plausible enough, but I don't see my way. I don't feel + inclined to go into business at my time of life.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't need to go into the business. I'll see to that.” + </p> + <p> + “No. I don't need money now particularly.” + </p> + <p> + “Next year, Hutchin's, I'll have a better man than Robinson against you. + Lawyer Nevilson's as good as ken be found, I reckon, and he wouldn't + refuse to join me if I gave him the chance.” But while he was speaking, + Mr. Gulmore kept his opponent's answer in view. He considered it + thoughtfully; “I don't need money now particularly.” What did the man + need? Congress? As a Republican? That would do as well. When Mr. Hutchings + shook his head, careless of the menace, Mr. Gulmore made up his mind. His + obstinacy came out; he would win at any price. He began: + </p> + <p> + “It's what I said at first, Hutchin's; we've each got to give what the + other wants. I've told you what I want; tell me squarely what you want, + an' p'r'aps the thing ken be settled.” + </p> + <p> + As Mr. Hutchings did not answer at once, the Boss went on: + </p> + <p> + “You're in politics for somethin'. What is it? If you're goin' to buck + agen me, you might as well draw out; you'll do no good. You know that. See + here! Is it the State Legislature you're after, or—Congress?” + </p> + <p> + The mere words excited Mr. Hutchings; he wanted to be back again in the + East as a victor; he longed for the cultivated amenities and the social + life of Washington. He could not help exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if it hadn't been for you I'd have been in Congress long ago.” + </p> + <p> + “As a Democrat? Not from this State, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “What does it matter? Democrat or Republican, the difference now is only + in the name.” + </p> + <p> + “The price is high, Hutchin's. I ask you to give up runnin' for Mayor, and + you ask me for a seat in Congress instead. But—I'll pay it, if you + do as I say. You've no chance in this State as a Democrat; you know that + yourself. To run for Mayor as a Democrat hurts you; that must stop right + now—in your own interest. But what I want from you is that you don't + announce your withdrawal till the day after to-morrow, an' meantime you + say nothin' to the Professor or any one else. Are you agreed?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hutchings paused. The path of his desire lay open before him; the + opportunity was not to be missed; he grew eager. But still there was + something disagreeable in an action which demanded secrecy. He must think + coolly. What was the proposal? What was he giving? Nothing. He didn't wish + to be Mayor with Gulmore and all the City Council against him. Nothing—except + the withdrawal on the very morning of the election. That would look bad, + but he could pretend illness, and he had told the Professor he didn't care + to be Mayor; he had advised him not to mix in the struggle; besides, + Roberts would not suspect anything, and if he did there'd be no shadow of + proof for a long time to come. In the other scale of the balance he had + Gulmore's promise: it was trustworthy, he knew, but—: + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that you'll run me for the next term and get me elected?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll do all I know, and I guess you'll succeed.” + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing but your word.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothin'.” + </p> + <p> + Again Mr. Hutchings paused. To accept definitively would be dangerous if + the conversation had had listeners. It was characteristic of the place and + time that he could suspect a man of laying such a trap, upon whose word he + was prepared to rely. Mr. Gulmore saw and understood his hesitation: + </p> + <p> + “I said we were alone, Hutchin's, and I meant it. Jest as I say now, if + you withdraw and tell no one and be guided by me in becoming a Republican, + I'll do what I ken to get you into Congress,” and as he spoke he stood up. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hutchings rose, too, and said, as if in excuse: “I wanted to think it + over, but I'm agreed. I'll do as you say,” and with a hurried “Good + night!” he left the room. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gulmore returned to his chair and lit a cigar. He was fairly satisfied + with the result of his efforts. His triumph over the Professor would not + be as flagrant, perhaps, as if Hutchin's' name had been linked with his in + a city contract; but, he thought with amusement, every one would suspect + that he had bought the lawyer for cash. What a fool the man was! What did + he want to get into Congress for? Weak vanity! He'd have no weight there. + To prefer a seat in Congress to wealth—silly. Besides, Hutchin's + would be a bad candidate. Of course the party name would cover anythin'. + But what a mean skunk! Here Mr. Gulmore's thoughts reverted to himself. + Ought he to keep his word and put such a man into Congress? He hated to + break a promise. But why should he help the Professor's father-in-law to + power? Wall, there was no hurry. He'd make up his mind later. Anyway, the + Professor'd have a nice row to hoe on the mornin' of the election, and + Boss Gulmore'd win and win big, an' that was the point. The laugh would be + on the Professor— + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + On the morning of the election Professor Roberts was early afoot. He felt + hopeful, light-hearted, and would not confess even to himself that his + good spirits were due chiefly to the certainty that in another twelve + hours his electioneering would be at an end. The work of canvassing and + public speaking had become very disagreeable to him. The mere memory of + the speeches he had listened to, had left, as it were, an unpleasant + aftertaste. How the crowds had cheered the hackneyed platitudes, the + blatant patriotic appeals, the malevolent caricature of opponents! + Something unspeakably trivial, vulgar, and evil in it all reminded him of + tired children when the romping begins to grow ill-natured. + </p> + <p> + And if the intellectual side of the struggle had been offensive, the moral + atmosphere of the Committee Rooms, infected as it was by the candidates, + had seemed to him to be even worse—mephitic, poisonous. He had + shrunk from realizing the sensations which had been forced upon him there—a + recoil of his nature as from unappeasable wild-beast greeds, with their + attendant envy, suspicion, and hatred seething like lava under the thin + crust of a forced affability, of a good-humour assumed to make deception + easy. He did not want to think of it; it was horrible. And perhaps, after + all, he was mistaken; perhaps his dislike of the work had got upon his + nerves, and showed him everything in the darkest colours. It could + scarcely be as bad as he thought, or human society would be impossible. + But argument could not blunt the poignancy of his feelings; he preferred, + therefore, to leave them inarticulate, striving to forget. In any case, + the ordeal would soon be over; it had to be endured for a few hours more, + and then he would plunge into his books again, and enjoy good company, he + and May together. + </p> + <p> + He was still lingering over this prospect when the servant came to tell + him that some gentlemen were waiting for him, and he found in the + sitting-room half-a-dozen of his favourite students. One of the Seniors, + named Cartrell, a young man of strong figure, and keen, bold face, + remarked, as he shook hands, that they had come to accompany him—“Elections + are sometimes rough, and we know the ropes.” Roberts thanked them warmly, + and they set off. + </p> + <p> + The Committee Rooms of the Democratic party were situated near the Court + House, in what had been once the centre, but was now the edge of the town. + The little troop had to pass through the negro quarter—small + frame-houses, peppered over grassless, bare lots, the broken-down fences + protesting against unsociable isolation. The Rooms, from the outside, + reminded one of a hive of angry bees. In and out of the door men were + hurrying, and a crowd swarmed on the side-walk talking in a loud, excited + hum. As soon as the Professor was recognized, a silence of astonishment + fell upon the throng. With stares of curiosity they drew aside to let him + enter. Slightly surprised by the reception, the Professor passed into the + chief room. At a table in the middle a man was speaking in a harsh, loud + voice—one Simpson, a popular orator, who had held aloof from the + meetings of the party. He was saying: + </p> + <p> + “It's a put-up game between them, but the question is, who's to go on the + ticket in—” + </p> + <p> + As Simpson's eyes met those of Roberts he stopped speaking. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, gentlemen. Please continue, Mr. Simpson; I hope I'm not + interrupting you.” + </p> + <p> + The Professor did not like Mr. Simpson. The atrabilious face, the bitter, + thin lips, and grey eyes veined with yellow, reminded him indefinably of a + wild beast. Mr. Simpson seemed to take the courteous words as a challenge. + Drawing his wiry figure up he said, with insult in voice and manner: + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you've come to nominate a Mayor; we'd all like to know your + choice.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand you.” + </p> + <p> + The Professor's tone was frank, his sincerity evident, but Simpson went + on: + </p> + <p> + “Don't ye? Perhaps Hutchin's has sent you to say, as he's sick it'd be + well to run Robinson on both tickets—eh?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what you mean. I expected to meet Mr. Hutchings here. Is he + ill?” + </p> + <p> + “He'll get well soon, I reckon; but after taking a perscription from + Gulmore, he's mighty bad and can't leave the house.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “I mean that Hutchings has withdrawn his candidature as Mayor. I mean that + the 'Herald' has the announcin' of it. I mean it's a put-up job between + him and Gulmore to ruin the Democratic party in this town. I mean—” + </p> + <p> + As the Professor drew back in amazement, young Cartrell stepped in front + of him and addressed Simpson: + </p> + <p> + “What proof have you of what you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Proof! Proof enough. Does an honest man resign a candidature on the + morning of an election, and give the other side the news before his own + party?” + </p> + <p> + The interruption had given Roberts time for reflection. He felt that + Simpson's facts must be right. It was characteristic of him that his first + thought was, Had Hutchings withdrawn in order to save him from further + attacks? No. If he had he'd have told him before the event. A sort of + nausea overpowered him as he remembered that Hutchings had related how + Gulmore had bought Patrick Byrne—and now he, too, had sold himself. + As in a flash Hutchings' weakness of fibre was laid bare to him. “That's + the reason I couldn't find him yesterday.” His heart sank within him. “How + could Hutchings have been so—?” With the belief in the lawyer's + guilt came the understanding that he too was concerned, suspected even. + Disgust of traitorism, conscious innocence impelled him to clear himself—but + how? To his surprise he found that companionship with these men had given + him some insight into their character. He put the question to Simpson: + </p> + <p> + “Can anything be done now?” + </p> + <p> + The steadiness of the tone, the resolve in his face, excited a certain + curiosity. Shrugging his shoulders, Simpson replied: + </p> + <p> + “We've not got a candidate. It's too late to get the party together. New + tickets'd have to be printed. I—” + </p> + <p> + “Will you accept the candidature?” Reading the man at once, Roberts turned + to the others: “Gentlemen, I hope some one will second me; I nominate Mr. + Simpson as Mayor, and propose that his name should be substituted for that + of Mr. Hutchings. To show that I'm in earnest I'll contribute five hundred + dollars towards the expense of printing the tickets.” + </p> + <p> + The Professor's offer of money seemed to exercise a magical influence upon + the crowd; the loud tones, the provocative rudeness of speech and bearing, + disappeared at once; the men began to show him the respect of attention, + and Mr. Simpson was even quicker than the rest in changing his attitude—perhaps + because he hoped to gain more than they did. + </p> + <p> + “I had no idee,” he began, “but if the Committee thinks I oughter run I've + no objection. I hain't ever cared for office, but I'm a party-man, an' + what the party wants me to do I'll do every time. I'm a Democrat right + through. I guess Lawyer Hutchin's has gone back on us, but that's not your + fault, Professor, and five hundred dollars—an' your work will do a + pile. The folk all like you an'—respect you an'—” + </p> + <p> + Roberts looked at the man; his offer had been a movement of indignant + contempt, and yet it had succeeded. He could have laughed; the key to the + enigma was in his hands; these men answered to the motive of self-interest + as a ship answers to the helm, and yet—how revolting it all was! The + next moment he again banished reflection. + </p> + <p> + “I'll go and get the money, and return as soon as possible. In the + meantime, perhaps you, Mr. Simpson, will see that the printing is begun + without delay. Then if you'll tell us what polling-stations need + superintendence, my friends and I will do our best.” + </p> + <p> + The appeal found an immediate response—in a few minutes order and + energetic work had taken the place of the former angry excitement and + recrimination. + </p> + <p> + To Professor Roberts the remainder of the day was one whirl of restless + labour; he hastened from one polling-station to another, and when the + round was completed drove to the Central Rooms, where questions had to be + answered, and new arrangements made without time for thought. Then he was + off again on his hurried round as canvasser. One incident, however, made a + definite impression upon him. Returning for the second or third time to + the Central Rooms he found himself in a crowd of Irish labourers who had + come in deference to priestly bidding to record their votes. Mr. + Hutchings' retirement had excited their native suspiciousness; they felt + that they had been betrayed, and yet the peremptory orders they had + received must be followed. The satisfaction of revolt being denied to + them, their anger became dangerous. Professor Roberts faced them quietly; + he soon saw that they were sincere, or were playing the part of sincerity; + he therefore spoke for the cause, for the party to which they belonged; + surely they wouldn't abandon the struggle because a leader had deserted + them! His words and manner; his appeal to their combativeness; his + earnestness and good temper were successful. The storm of invective + gradually subsided, and although one or two, for the sake of a row, sought + to insult him, they did not go to extremes in face of the resolute + disapprobation of the American party-leaders. Loyalty to their shibboleth + was beginning to draw them, still grumbling and making use of expressive + imprecations, on the way to the nearest polling-station, when one of their + leaders drew Professor Roberts aside, and asked him: + </p> + <p> + “Are the bhoys to have nothin' for their throuble? Half a day they'll + lose, so they will—a dollar each now would be no more than fair—” + </p> + <p> + The Professor shook his head; he was not rich, he said, and had already + spent more money in the contest than he could afford. + </p> + <p> + “Be gob, it's poor worruk this talkin' an' votin' for us that gets nothin' + by it”—the phrase stuck in his memory as illustrating the paltry + baseness of the whole affair. It was with a sense of relief that he threw + himself again into the turmoil that served to deaden thought. As the day + wore towards evening he became conscious of fatigue, a weariness that was + not of the body alone, but of the head and heart. After the closing of the + polls he returned to the Central Rooms. They were filled with an + enthusiastic crowd, most of whom professed to believe that the Democratic + party had won all along the line. Roberts found it hard to bear their + self-gratulation and the exuberance of their triumph, but when Simpson + began to take the liberties of comradeship with him, the cup ran over. He + cut the man short with a formally polite phrase, and betook himself to his + house. He would not think even of May; her image brought him face to face + with her father; and he wanted rest. + </p> + <p> + In the morning the Professor awoke with a feeling of utter depression. + Before he opened the paper he was sure that his hopelessness had been + justified. He was right—Gulmore had carried his whole ticket, and + Simpson had been beaten by a majority of more than a thousand. The + Democratic organ did not scruple to ascribe the defeat to the fact that + Lawyer Hutchings had sold his party. The simulated indignation of the + journalist found expression in phrases which caricatured the simplicity of + sincere condemnation. “Never did shameless corruption....” Roberts could + not read the stuff. Yet the feigned passion and tawdry rhetoric in some + way stirred up his bile; he would see Hutchings and—but if he + unpacked his heart's bitterness upon her father, he would hurt May. He + must restrain himself; Hutchings would understand from his manner, and May + would be sympathetic—as she always was. + </p> + <p> + Another thought exasperated him afresh. His idealism had made him + ridiculous in the eyes of the townsfolk. He had spent money he could ill + spare in a hopeless cause, which was not even a worthy one. And now + everybody was laughing at him or sneering—he grew hot with shame. + That his motives were honourable only heightened the ludicrousness of his + action: it seemed as if he had made a fool of himself. He almost wished + that he had left the Democrats to their own devices. But no! he had done + the right, and that was the main point. The sense of failure, however, + robbed him of confidence in regard to the future. How should he act? Since + high motives were ineffectual, Quixotic, ought he to discard them and come + down to the ordinary level? 'Twould be better not to live at all. The + half-life of a student, a teacher, dwelling apart from the world, would be + preferable to such degradation; but—— + </p> + <p> + The situation appeared to him to be so difficult that as soon as he had + taken his breakfast he went out for a walk away from the town in order to + avoid importunate visits, and to decide upon a course of conduct. The air + and exercise invigorated him; the peace and solitude of the prairie, the + beauty of earth and sky, the unconsciousness of nature consoled him, + reduced his troubles to relative unimportance, and allowed him to regain + his equanimity. + </p> + <p> + Even his ideas in regard to Hutchings underwent a change. After all it was + not his part to condemn; his indignation owed its heat to baffled egotism + and paltry vanity. When the personal element was abstracted from the + causes of his vexation, what remained? Were Hutchings a figure in history, + would he judge him with the same intolerance? No; weakness, corruptibility + even, would then excite no harsher feeling than a sort of amused contempt. + The reflection mitigated his anger. He began to take an intellectual + pleasure in the good-humoured acceptance of the wrong inflicted upon him. + Plato was right, it was well to suffer injustice without desiring to + retaliate. He had yet to learn that just as oil only smoothes the surface + of waves, so reason has merely a superficial effect upon character. + </p> + <p> + Early in the afternoon he made his way to May's home. According to his + habit he passed by the servant-girl and entered the study—to find + himself face to face with the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + The shock of disappointment and a certain latent antagonism caused him to + speak with a directness which was in itself discourteous. + </p> + <p> + “Is Miss May in? I wished to see her.” After a momentary pause he added, + with a tinge of sarcasm, “Your illness wasn't serious, I see.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hutchings was not taken by surprise; he had prepared for this meeting, + and had resolved to defend himself. The task, he believed, would be easy. + He had almost persuaded himself that he had acted in the Professor's + interest. Roberts was singularly unworldly; he might accept the + explanation, and if he didn't—what did it matter? His own brighter + prospects filled him with a sense of triumph; in the last three days his + long-repressed vanity had shot up to self-satisfaction, making him callous + to what Roberts or any one else might think. But the sneer in his + visitor's words stung him, induced him to throw off the mask of illness + which he had intended to assume. He replied with an indifference that was + defiant: + </p> + <p> + “No; I wasn't well yesterday, but I'm better now, though I shall keep + indoors for a day or two. A chill, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + Receiving no answer, he found relief in complete boldness. + </p> + <p> + “You see my prediction as to the result of the election has been + justified?” + </p> + <p> + “You might even say <i>pars magna fui</i>.” + </p> + <p> + The retort slipped out. The impudent challenge had to be met. The + Professor did not realize how contemptuously he spoke. + </p> + <p> + The womanish weakness in Hutchings sprang to hurried attack. + </p> + <p> + “At any rate you've no cause for reproach. I resigned chiefly to shield + you. I told you long ago that I didn't want particularly to be Mayor, and + the assault upon your position in the University decided me. There was no + way to save your place except by giving Gulmore the victory he wanted. + You're engaged to May, and May is fond of you: I'm not rich, and a post of + three thousand dollars a year is not often to be found by a young man. + What would you do if you were dismissed? I had to—sacrifice myself. + Not that it matters much, but I've got myself into a fuss with the party, + injured myself all round on your account, and then you talk as if you had + some reason to be offended. That's hardly right, Professor.” The lawyer + was satisfied with his case; his concluding phrase built a bridge for a + magnanimous reconciliation. + </p> + <p> + “You wish me to believe that you resigned at the last moment without + telling me of your intention in order to further my interests?” Mr. + Hutchings was disagreeably shocked by the disdainful, incredulous + question; Roberts was harder to blind than he had supposed; his + indignation became more than half sincere. + </p> + <p> + “I didn't make up my mind till the last minute—I couldn't. It wasn't + easy for me to leave the party I've fought with for ten years. And the + consequences don't seem likely to be pleasant to me. But that doesn't + signify. This discussion is useless. If you'll take my advice you'll think + of answering the charge that will be brought against you in the Faculty + meeting, instead of trying to get up a groundless accusation against me.” + The menace in the words was not due solely to excitement and ill-temper. + Mr. Hutchings had been at pains to consider all his relations with the + Professor. He had hoped to deceive him, at least for the moment, and gain + time—postpone a painful decision. He had begun to wish that the + engagement between Roberts and May might be broken off. In six months or a + year he would have to declare himself on Gulmore's side; the fact would + establish his complicity, and he had feared what he now knew, that Roberts + would be the severest of critics—an impossible son-in-law. Besides, + in the East, as the daughter of a Member of Congress, May might command a + high position—with her looks she could marry any one—while + Roberts would be dismissed or compelled to resign his post. A young man + without a career who would play censor upon him in his own house was not + to be thought of. The engagement must be terminated. May could be brought + to understand.... + </p> + <p> + The Professor did not at once grasp the situation in so far as he himself + was concerned. But he divined the cause of the lawyer's irritability, and + refrained from pushing the argument further. The discussion could, indeed, + serve no purpose, save to embitter the quarrel. He therefore answered + quietly: + </p> + <p> + “I didn't come here to dispute with you. I came to see May. Is she in?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not. I believe she went out some time ago.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case I'll go home. Perhaps you'll tell her I called. Good day.” + </p> + <p> + “Good day!” + </p> + <p> + As the Professor left the house his depression of the morning returned + upon him. He was dissatisfied with himself. He had intended to show no + anger, no resentment, and, nevertheless, his temper had run away with him. + He recognized that he had made a grave mistake, for he was beginning to + foresee the consequences of it. Trained to severe thinking, but + unaccustomed to analyze motives, the full comprehension of Hutchings' + attitude and its probable effects upon his happiness only came to him + gradually, but it came at length so completely that he could remember the + very words of the foregoing conversation, and recall the tones of the + voices. He could rebuild the puzzle; his understanding of it, therefore, + must be the true one. The irrationality of the defence was a final proof + that the lawyer had played him false. “Hutchings sold himself—most + likely for place. He didn't fear a quarrel with me—that was evident; + perhaps he wishes to get rid of me—evident, too. He believes that I + shall be dismissed, or else he wouldn't have laid stress upon the + importance of my keeping my position. When I spoke of May he was curt. And + the explanation? He has wronged me. The old French proverb holds true, + 'The offender seldom forgives.' He'll probably go on to harm me further, + for I remind him of his vileness. This, then, is life, not as I imagined + it, but as it is, and such creatures as Hutchings are human beings. Well, + after all, it is better to know the truth than to cheat oneself with a + mirage. I shall appreciate large natures with noble and generous impulses + better, now that I know how rare they are.” + </p> + <p> + In his room he found May awaiting him. Across his surprise and joy there + came an intense admiration of her, a heart-pang of passionate gratitude. + As she moved towards him her incommunicable grace of person and manner + completed the charm. The radiant gladness of the eyes; the outstretched + hands; the graceful form, outlined in silver-grey; the diadem of + honey-coloured hair; something delicate yet courageous, proud yet tender + in her womanhood remained with him ever afterwards. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, May!” The word seemed to bring joy and tingling life to his + half-numbed heart. He seized her hands and drew her to him, and kissed her + on the hair, and brows, and eyes with an abandonment of his whole nature, + such as she had never before known in him. All her shyness, her uneasiness + vanished in the happiness of finding that she had so pleased him, and + mingled with this joy was a new delightful sense of her own power. When + released from his embrace she questioned him by a look. His emotion + astonished her. + </p> + <p> + “My love,” he said, kissing her hands, “how good of you to come to me, how + sweet and brave you are to wait for me here! I was growing weak with fear + lest I should lose you, too, in the general wreck. And you came and sat + here for me patiently—Darling!” + </p> + <p> + There was a mingling of self-surrender and ruffled pride in her smiling + reproach: + </p> + <p> + “Lose me? What do you mean? I waited for you last night, sir, and all this + weary morning, till I could wait no longer; I had to find you. I would + have stayed at home till you came; I meant to, but father startled me: he + said he was afraid you'd lose your place as Professor in spite of all he + had done for you. 'Twas good of him, wasn't it, to give up running for + Mayor, so as not to embitter Gulmore against you? I was quite proud of + him. But you won't lose your post, will you? Has anything serious + happened?—Dear!” + </p> + <p> + He paused to think, but he could not see any way to avoid telling her the + truth. Disappointments had so huddled upon him, the insight he had won + into human nature was so desolating that his heart ached for sympathy and + affection. He loved her; she was to be his wife; how could he help winning + her to his side? Besides, her words voiced his own fears—her father + had already begun to try to part them. She must know all and judge. But + how? Should he give her “The Tribune” to read? No—it was vindictive. + </p> + <p> + “Come and sit down, May, and I'll tell you what happened yesterday. You + shall judge for yourself whether I was right or wrong.” + </p> + <p> + He told her, point by point, what had occurred. May listened in silence + till he stopped. + </p> + <p> + “But why did he resign? What could he gain by that?” + </p> + <p> + While she was speaking a thought crimsoned her cheeks; she had found the + key to the enigma. Three nights before her father had talked of Washington + and the East with a sort of exultation. At the time she had not paid much + attention to this, though it had struck her as very different from his + habit. Now the peculiarity of it confirmed her suspicion. In some way or + other his action in resigning was connected with his inexplicable high + spirits. A wave of indignation swept over her. Not that she felt the + disgust which had sickened the Professor when he first heard of the + traitorism. He had condemned Mr. Hutchings on the grounds of public + morality; May's anger was aroused because her father had sought to deceive + <i>her</i>; had tried by lying suggestion to take credit to himself, + whereas— + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't have believed it,” she murmured, with the passionate revolt of + youth against mean deceit. “I can never forgive him or trust him again.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't let us talk of it any more, dear. I wouldn't have told you only I + was afraid that he would try to separate us. Now I know you are on my side + I wouldn't have you judge him harshly.” + </p> + <p> + “On your side,” she repeated, with a certain exaltation of manner. “On + your side always in spite of everything. I feel for you more intensely + than for myself.” In a lower voice and with hesitating speech she added: + “Did he—did he tell you that he resigned on your account?” + </p> + <p> + He nodded. + </p> + <p> + “And you're not angry?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” He smiled slightly. “I understand men better now than I did + yesterday. That's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but you ought to be mad. I am. How can you—” + </p> + <p> + “Let us talk, dear, of what concerns us more. Have you heard anything? + From what your father said I half fear that the meeting to-morrow may go + against me. Has no one called?” + </p> + <p> + “Professor Krazinski. I saw his card on the table when I came in. You + think it's a bad sign that he's the only one?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid so. It may be merely anxiety, but I'm growing suspicious of + every one now. I catch myself attributing low motives to men without + reason. That electioneering has infected me. I hate myself for it, but I + can't help it; I loathe the self-seeking and the vileness. I'd rather not + know men at all than see them as they've shown themselves lately. I want + to get away and rinse my mouth out and forget all about it—away + somewhere with you, my sweet love.” + </p> + <p> + “But you mustn't let them condemn you without an effort.” While speaking + she put her hand on his shoulder and moved close to him. “It might injure + us later. And you know you can persuade them if you like. No one can + listen to you without being won over. And I want you to keep your post; + you love teaching and you're the best teacher in the world, ah—” + </p> + <p> + He put his arms round her, and she bowed her head on his neck, that he + might not see the gathering tears. + </p> + <p> + “You're right, dear. I spoke hastily. I'll do my best. It won't be as bad + as we think. My colleagues are men of some education and position. They're + not like the crowd of ignorant voters and greedy place-hunters; they'll + listen to reason, and”—half bitterly—“they've no motive to do + me wrong. Besides, Krazinski has called, and I scarcely know him; perhaps + the others didn't think of coming. It was kind of him, wasn't it? I'm very + grateful to him. He must be a good fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “What has he done so wonderful? Oh, my!”—and she turned her face up + to his with half-laughing deprecation—“I'm afraid I'm deteriorating + too. I can't hear you praise any one now without feeling horribly jealous. + Yes, he must be good. But don't be too grateful to him, or—I must be + going now, and, oh! what a long time it'll be until to-morrow! I shall + have grown old before—to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Sweetheart! You'll come here and wait for me in the afternoon, won't you? + I shall want to see you so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you like; but I intended to go up to the University—mayn't + I? It'll seem ages—aeons—waiting here by myself.” + </p> + <p> + “The meeting will not last long, and I'll come to you as soon as it's + over. Darling, you don't know how much you have helped me. You have given + me courage and hope,” and he folded her in his arms. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + Mr. Gulmore liked to spend his evenings with his wife and daughter. It + amused him to hear what they had been doing during the day. Their gossip + had its value; sentimental or spiteful, it threw quaint sidelights upon + character. On the evening before the Faculty meeting Ida was bending over + a book, while Mr. Gulmore smoked, and watched her. His daughter was + somewhat of a puzzle to him still, and when occasion offered he studied + her. “Where does she get her bitterness from? I'm not bitter, an' I had + difficulties, was poor an' ignorant, had to succeed or go under, while she + has had everythin' she wanted. It's a pity she ain't kinder....” + </p> + <p> + Presently Mrs. Gulmore put away her work and left the room. Taking up the + thread of a conversation that had been broken off by his wife's presence, + Mr. Gulmore began: + </p> + <p> + “I don't say Roberts'll win, Ida. The bettin''s the other way; but I'm not + sure, for I don't know the crowd. He may come out on top, though I hev + noticed that young men who run into their first fight and get badly + whipped ain't likely to fight desperate the second time.—Grit's half + trainin'!” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could be there to <i>see</i> him beaten!” Ida had tried to turn + her wounded pride into dislike, and was succeeding. “I hate to feel he's + in the same town with us—the coward!” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Mrs. Gulmore re-entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “To think of it! Sal left the gas-stove flarin'. I made her get up and + come downstairs to put it out. That'll learn her! Of all the careless, + shiftless creatures, these coloured people are the worst. Come, Ida, it's + long after nine, and I'm tired. You can read in your bedroom if you want + to.” + </p> + <p> + After the usual “good night” and kisses, Ida went upstairs. While Mrs. + Gulmore busied herself putting “things straight,” Mr. Gulmore sat + thinking: + </p> + <p> + “She takes after her mother in everythin', but she has more pride. It's + that makes her bitter. She's jest like her—only prettier. The same + peaky nose, pointed chin, little thin ears set close to her head, fine + hair—the Yankee school-marm. First-rate managin' women; the best + wives in the world to keep a house an' help a man on. But they hain't got + sensuality enough to be properly affectionate.” + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + On the following afternoon Roberts stopped before the door of his house + and looked back towards the University. There on the crest of the hill + stood the huge building of bluish-grey stone with the round tower of the + observatory in the middle—like a mallet with a stubby handle in the + air. + </p> + <p> + While gazing thus a shrill voice reached him, the eager treble of a + newsboy: + </p> + <p> + “Great Scandal!” he heard—and then “Scandal in the University! Full + Report! Only five cents! Five cents for the 'Herald's' Special!” + </p> + <p> + He hastened to the gate and beckoned to the little figure in the distance. + His thoughts were whirling. What did it mean? Could the “Herald” have + issued a special edition with the report of the meeting? Impossible! there + wasn't time for that. Yet, he had walked leisurely with Krazinski, and + newspapers did wonders sometimes. Wonders! 'twould be a breach of + confidence. There was an honourable understanding that no one should + divulge what took place in a Faculty meeting. “Honourable” and Gulmore—the + two words wouldn't go together. Could it be? + </p> + <p> + A glance at the contents-bill brought a flush to his face. He gave a + quarter for the sheet, and as the boy fumbled for change he said, taking + hold of the bill: + </p> + <p> + “I want this too; you can keep the rest of the money,” and hurried into + the house. + </p> + <p> + May met him at the door of the sitting-room, but did not speak, while he + opened out the paper, and in silence showed her the six columns, + containing a verbatim report of the meeting. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of that?” he asked, and without waiting for an answer + he spread the contents-bill upon the table. + </p> + <p> + “This is better,” he went on, bitterly. “Read this!” And she read: + </p> + <h3> + RUCTIONS IN LEARNING'S HOME. + </h3> + <h3> + THE PRESIDENT'S FLANK ATTACK. + </h3> + <h3> + FOURS TO A PAIR. + </h3> + <h3> + THE PAGAN RETIRES AND THE POLE. + </h3> + <p> + “Oh, the brutes! How could they?” May exclaimed. “But what does it mean?” + </p> + <p> + “You have it all there,” he said, touching the bill; “all in two or three + lines of cheerful insult, as is our American fashion. In spite of the + opinion of every leading lawyer in the State, sixteen—fanatics, to + give them the benefit of the doubt, voted that a disbelief in Christian + dogma was the same thing as 'open immorality.' The Father of Lies made + such men!” + </p> + <p> + “Did no one vote for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Two, Krazinski and some one else, I think 'twas little Black, and two + papers were blank. But fancy the President speaking against me, though he + has a casting-vote. All he could say was that the parents were the only + proper judges of what a student should be taught. Let us grant that; I may + have been mistaken, wrong, if you like; but my fault was not 'open + immorality,' as specified in the Statute. They lied against me, those + sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + May sympathized too keenly with his indignation to think of trying to + allay it; she couldn't help asking, “What did you do after the voting?” + </p> + <p> + “What could I do? I had had enough of such opponents. I told them that if + they dismissed me I'd take the case into the courts, where at the worst + their reading of the words 'open immorality' would be put upon record, and + my character freed from stain. But, if they chose to rescind their vote I + said I was willing to resign.” + </p> + <p> + “They accepted that?” + </p> + <p> + “Krazinski forced them to. He told them some home-truths. They dared not + face the law courts lest it should come out that the professorships were + the rewards of sectarian bigotry. He went right through the list, and + ended by resigning his position. + </p> + <p> + “Then Campbell got up and regretted his speech. It was uncalled-for and—you + know the sort of thing. My colleagues, he said, would have preferred to + retain my services if I had yielded to the opinion of the parents. Under + the circumstances there was no course open but to accept my resignation. + They would not enter the vote upon the minutes; they would even write me a + letter expressing regret at losing me, etc. So the matter ended. + </p> + <p> + “Coming down the hill I tried to persuade Krazinski not to resign on my + account. But the dear old fellow was obstinate; he had long intended to + retire. He was very kind. He thinks I shall find another place easily. + </p> + <p> + “Now, May, you have heard the whole tale, what is your opinion? Are you + disappointed with me? You might well be. I'm disappointed with myself. + Somehow or other I've not got hate enough in me to be a good fighter.” + </p> + <p> + “Disappointed? How little you know me! It's my life now to be with you. + Whatever you say or do is right to me. I think it's all for the best; I + wouldn't have you stay here after what has passed.” + </p> + <p> + May meant all she said, and more. At the bottom of her heart she was not + sorry that he was going to leave Tecumseh. If she thereby lost the + pleasure of appearing as his wife before the companions of her youth, on + the other hand, he would belong to her more completely, now that he was + cut off from all other sympathy and no longer likely to meet Miss Gulmore. + Moreover, her determination to follow him in single-hearted devotion + seemed to throw the limelight of romance upon her disagreement with her + father, which had been much more acute than she had given Roberts to + suppose. She had loved her father, and if he had appealed to her affection + he could have so moved her that she would have shown Roberts a hesitation + which, in his troubled and depressed condition, might have brought about a + coldness between them, if not a rupture of their relations. But Hutchings, + feeling that he was in the wrong, had contented himself with depreciating + Roberts by sneer and innuendo, and so had aroused her generous + partisanship. The proceedings of the Faculty naturally increased her + sympathy with her lover, and her enthusiastic support did much to revive + his confidence in himself. When they parted in the evening he had already + begun to think of the preparations to be made for his journey Eastwards. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + A few weeks later a little knot of friends stood together one morning on + the down-platform of the Tecumseh station, waiting for the train to come + in. Professor Roberts was the centre of the group, and by his side stood + dainty May Hutchings, the violet eyes intense with courage that held the + sweet lips to a smile. Around them were some ten or a dozen students and + Krazinski, all in the highest spirits. They were talking about Roberts' + new appointment at Yale, which he attributed to Krazinski's influence. + Presently they became aware of an unwonted stir at the entrance-door + behind them. As they turned in wonder they saw that the negro hands had + formed a lane through which, heralded by the obsequious station-master, + Mr. Gulmore, with his daughter on his arm, was coming towards them. + Heedless of their astonishment, the Boss walked on till he stood in front + of Roberts. + </p> + <p> + “Professor, we've heard of your good fortune, and are come to congratulate + you. Ida here always thought a pile of your knowledge an' teachin', an' I + guess she was right. Our little difference needn't count now. You + challenged me to a sort of wrastle an' you were thrown; but I bear no + malice, an' I'm glad to offer you my hand an' to wish you—success.” + </p> + <p> + Roberts shook hands without hesitation. He was simply surprised, and had + no inkling of the reason which had led Gulmore to come to the station and + to bring Ida. Had he been told that this was the father's plan for + protecting his daughter against the possibility of indiscreet gossip he + would have been still more astonished. “Nor do I bear malice,” he + rejoined, with a smile; “though the wrestling can hardly be considered + fair when twenty pull one man down.” + </p> + <p> + “'Twas my crowd against yours,” replied the Boss indifferently. “But I'm + kinder sorry that you're leavin' the town. I'd never have left a place + where I was beaten. No, sir; I'd have taken root right there an' waited. + Influence comes with time, an' you had youth on your side.” + </p> + <p> + “That may be your philosophy, Mr. Gulmore,” said Roberts lightly, as the + other paused, “but it's not mine. I'm satisfied with one or two falls; + they've taught me that the majority is with you.” + </p> + <p> + Gulmore's seriousness relaxed still further; he saw his opponent's + ingenuousness, and took his statement as a tribute to his own power. + </p> + <p> + “My philosophy,” he began, as if the word pleased him, “my philosophy—I + guess I ken give you that in a few words. When I was a boy in Vermont I + was reckoned smart at figgerin'. But one day an old farmer caught me. 'See + here, boy,' he said, 'I live seventeen miles out of town, and when in late + fall the roads are bad and I drive in with a cartload of potatoes, the + shakin' sends all the big potatoes to the top and all the little ones to + the bottom. That's good for me that wants to sell, but why is it? How does + it come?' + </p> + <p> + “Well, I didn't know the reason then, an' I told him so. But I took the + fact right there for my philosophy. Ef the road was long enough and rough + enough I was sure to come to the top.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Roberts laughingly. “But I've heard farmers here say + that the biggest potatoes are not the best; they are generally hollow at + the—in the middle, I mean.” + </p> + <p> + “That's weak,” retorted Gulmore with renewed seriousness. “I shouldn't hev + thought you'd hev missed the point like that. When I was a boy I skipped + away from the meanin' out of conceit. I thought I'd climb high because I + was big, and meant gettin' up more'n a little un could. But before I was a + man I understood the reason. It isn't that the big potatoes want + partic'lar to come to the top; it is that the little potatoes are <i>de</i>termined + to get to the bottom. + </p> + <p> + “You may now be havin' a boost up, Professor, I hope you are; but you've + gone underneath once, an' that looks bad.” + </p> + <p> + “The analogy seems perfect,” replied Roberts thoughtfully. “But, by your + own showing, the big men owe their position to the number of their + inferiors. And at the bottom lie the very smallest, helpless and bruised, + supporting their fortunate brethren. A sad state of things at the best, + Mr. Gulmore; but unbearable if the favoured ones forget their debt to + those beneath them.” + </p> + <p> + “Sad or not,” said the Boss, “it represents the facts, an' it's well to + take account of them; but I guess we must be goin', your time'll soon be + up. We wish you success, Professor.” + </p> + <h3> + SEPTEMBER, 1892 AND 1893. + </h3> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Elder Conklin and Other Stories, by Frank Harris + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ELDER CONKLIN AND OTHER STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 7153-h.htm or 7153-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/5/7153/ + +Produced by Blain Nelson, Eric Eldred, Charles Franks and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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