Half a Hero Part 43
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"And how is it going to go?"
The Chief Justice lowered his voice.
"Medland will be beaten. He can't believe it and his friends won't, but he'll be beaten badly all over the country, except here in Kirton.
Kirton he'll carry pretty solid, but that won't be enough."
"How many seats are there here?"
"Oh, here and in this district, which is under Kirton influence, about two-and-twenty, and he ought to get eighteen or nineteen of them; but what's that out of eighty members?"
"And what's the reason? Merely his policy or----?"
"Well, his policy a good deal. All the manufacturers and capitalists are straining every nerve to give him such a thras.h.i.+ng as will keep him out for years, and they spare neither time nor money nor hard words. I don't blame 'em. And then, of course, the other thing counts. It hits him where he was strong--among the religious folk. Puttock's their special man, and Puttock never lets it alone."
"What, do they talk about it in public?"
"Well, I should rather think they did. Oh, we fight with the gloves off in New Lindsey."
"After all, if it's a matter that ought to count, it ought to be talked about," remarked Miss Scaife thoughtfully.
"I suppose so," answered Sir John doubtfully; "only it always sounds a little mean, you know."
Eleanor did not attempt to reconcile this seeming contradiction.
"So Sir Robert will be back? Well, Mary will be delighted."
"It doesn't so much matter to her, as you're going."
"No, but she will. For my own part, I like Sir Robert, but his Government rather lacks variety, doesn't it? It's not exactly thrilling."
"That's very high praise."
"I hardly meant it to be," laughed Eleanor. "However, as you say, it doesn't matter much now to us."
"No, nor to me."
"Then it's true you're resigning?"
"Yes, in a few weeks. I'm just holding on to----"
"See this crisis through, I suppose?"
"Oh dear, no. The crisis, as you call it, Miss Scaife, don't matter to me--nor I to it. I'm holding on to complete another year's service and get fifty pound more pension."
"You're very practical, Sir John."
"High praise again!"
"Perhaps hardly meant again!"
"I'm sure Lady Eynesford teaches her household the value of practicality."
"Well, Mary is practical; and I suppose d.i.c.k must be called so now--Miss Granger's an excellent match. Oh, I suppose we all pa.s.s muster pretty well, except Alicia."
"Miss Derosne is a visionary?"
"A little bit of one, I often tell her."
"It's an added grace in a pretty girl," said Sir John.
"I said _I_ was practical," observed Miss Scaife.
"But you need no added graces," he returned, smiling.
"A palpable evasion!"
Some days had pa.s.sed since Medland's interview with Alicia. He had left Kirton the morning after, and, as the day of the election drew nearer and nearer, news of him came from all parts of the colony. Wherever the opposition was strongest and hostility most bitter, he flung himself into the fray; at moments it seemed as though he would wrest victory from an adverse fate, but when he went away, the effect of his presence gradually evaporated, and his work was half undone before he had been gone a day. In the Governor's household the accounts of his doings were allowed to pa.s.s in silence; they had become a forbidden topic. Alicia might devour them in solitude, and the Governor himself watch them with an almost sympathetic interest; Lady Eynesford ignored them altogether, and seemed not to see Medland's colours and his watchwords that glared at her in the streets of Kirton. Sir Robert was quietly confident, and Kilshaw fiercely exultant; Medland's friends hoped against hope, and, secure of their position in the capital, flooded the country with eager missionaries. Pa.s.sion ran high, and there had been one or two disturbing incidents. Sir Robert was refused a hearing in the Jubilee Hall; Kilshaw had been forced to escape violence by a hasty flight, when he tried to address a meeting in the North-East ward; and there had been something like a free fight between the factions in Kettle Street. Captain Heseltine stated his opinion that if Sir Robert won, there would be "some fun" in Kirton, and was understood to mean that the Queen's Peace would be broken. Apparently the police authorities were of the same way of thinking, for at their request all preparations were made for calling out the Mounted Volunteers. Lord Eynesford declared that he would stand no nonsense, and a certain number of timid persons made arrangements to be out of Kirton on the all-important day.
At last it came, and wore itself away in a fever of excitement. While the poll was open there was no time to waste in quarrelling or parading, but in the evening, when the ballot-boxes were giving up their secret, the streets were crowded with dense throngs. The political leaders came dropping in from the country round. Medland was away and did not return, but Kilshaw was at the Club, and Puttock, all the local politicians, and most other men of note; for the Club was nearly opposite the Hall, where the crowd was thickest, and where the result would soon be proclaimed.
Just below, one Todd, a well-known mob-orator, had mounted on a large packing-case and was exhorting the people to stand by Medland, happen what might; the police had tried to get near him and prevent him causing an obstruction, but his friends formed so dense a ring and offered such resistance that the attempt was prudently abandoned, and the sound of Mr. Todd's sweeping denunciations fell on the ears of the members as they talked within.
"I say, Kilshaw," called Captain Heseltine, who was by the window, "if you want to hear what you are, you'd better come here. Todd's letting you have it."
Kilshaw lounged to the window and put his head out, smiling scornfully.
"A lot of loafers and thieves," he remarked.
The crowd saw him. He was the especial object of their anger, ever since his share in Benyon's career had become public. He was greeted with an angry yell; the orator, seizing the occasion, shook a huge fist at him.
Kilshaw laughed in reply, holding his cigar in his hand. There was an ugly rush at the Club door; an answering charge from the police; some oaths and some screams.
"You'd better vanish," suggested the Captain. "Your popularity is momentarily eclipsed."
"d.a.m.n the fellows," said Kilshaw. "They may storm the place if they like--I'll not move."
Matters were indeed becoming somewhat critical, when a loud shout was heard from in front of the Hall. The crowd forgot Kilshaw, forgot Mr.
Todd, and rushed across the road. The first result was up!
For the next half-hour wild exultation reigned in the streets, and gloom predominated in the Club. The Kirton returns came out first, and, as the Chief Justice had prophesied, Medland swept the capital from end to end.
A solid band of twenty members was elected in his interest, and he himself had an immense majority. The crowd was beside itself; all thought of defeat was at an end; they began to laugh, and smoke, and dive into the taverns in friendly groups to drink; they even flung jests up at Kilshaw, and only hooted good-humouredly when he cried,
"Wait a bit, my boys!"
Thus an hour pa.s.sed without further news. Then the country results began to arrive. Among the first was that from Medland's own const.i.tuency: he was beaten by above a hundred votes. Antic.i.p.ated as this issue was, it was greeted with a loud groan, soon changed to an exultant cheer when it was declared that c.o.xon had lost his seat; no event, short of the defeat of Kilshaw himself, would have pleased the crowd so much; even in the Club men seemed very resigned; only c.o.xon's little band mourned the fall of their chief.
"A facer for him," remarked the Captain. Mr. Kilshaw smiled.
"c.o.xon generally falls on his feet," he remarked.
This victory was almost the last excuse the crowd found for cheering.
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