Half a Rogue Part 17
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"I'm dead in earnest, Warrington. There is not another available man in sight. By available I mean a man who can pull the party out of the bog. There are a hundred I could nominate, but the nomination would be as far as they could go. We want a man who is fresh and new to the people, so far as politics goes; a man who can not be influenced by money or political emoluments. There are thousands of voters who are discontented, but they'd prefer to vote for Donnelly again rather than to vote for some one they know would be no better. You are known the world over. A good many people would never have known there was such a place as Herculaneum but for you. It is the home of the distinguished playwright."
"But I know practically nothing about political machinery," Warrington protested.
"You can leave the machinery to me," said the senator wisely. "I'll set the wheels going. It will be as easy as sliding down hill. I'll give you my word, if you land in the City Hall, to send you to Was.h.i.+ngton with the next Congress. Will you accept the nomination, in case I swing it around to you in September? It's a big thing. All you literary boys are breaking into politics. This is your chance."
"I'll take the night to think it over," said Warrington. He was vastly flattered, but he was none the less cautious and non-committal.
"Take a week, my boy; take a week. Another thing. You are intimate with young Bennington. He's a hard-headed chap and doesn't countenance politics in his shops. The two of you ought to bring the hands to their senses. If we can line up the Bennington steel-mills, others will fall in. Bennington owns the shops, but our friend McQuade owns the men who work there. Take a week to think it over; I can rely on your absolute secrecy."
"I shall be silent for half a dozen reasons," Warrington replied. "But I shan't keep you waiting a week. Call me up by 'phone to-morrow at any time between five and six. I shall say yes or no, direct."
"I like to hear a man talk like that."
"I can't get the idea into my head yet. I never expected to meddle with politics in this town."
"We'll do the meddling for you. Even if you accept, we shall require silence till the convention. It will be a bomb in the enemy's camp.
You'll come around to the idea. Between five and six, then?"
"I shall have your answer ready. Good night."
The senator took himself off, while Warrington ordered a bottle of beer and drank it thoughtfully. Mayor! It would be a huge joke indeed to come back to Herculaneum to rule it. He chuckled all the way home that night; but when his head struck the pillow he saw the serious side of the affair. He recalled the old days when they sneered at him for selling vegetables; and here they were, coming to him with the mayoralty. It was mighty gratifying. And there was the promise of Was.h.i.+ngton. But he knew the world: political promises and pie-crusts.
What would the aunt say? What would Patty say? Somehow, he was always thinking of Patty. He had not thought as yet to make any a.n.a.lysis of his regard for Patty. He held her in the light of an agreeable comrade, nothing more than that. Would she be pleased to see him mayor of Herculaneum? Bah! He couldn't sleep. He got out of bed, found a pipe and lighted it, and sat in the rocker by the window. Jove, hearing him moving about the room, woke up and came trotting in to inquire.
"Ha, old boy, what do you think?"
Jove laid his head on his master's knees.
"They want to make a mayor out of me."
Jove signified his approval.
"They have forgiven us our daily vegetables. But shall I? Will it be worth while? Well, we'll take a ride into the hills in the morning, and we'll think it all out. Mayor of Herculaneum; sounds good, doesn't it? Nothing like success, Jove."
Warrington smoked till the fire in his pipe died. He turned in, and this time he won sleep.
Early the next morning he was off on his horse, and he did not return till noon. But he had his answer.
At three that afternoon he had callers. Patty and Kate had just run over to see how the new play was getting on. Warrington confessed that he was doing only desultory work, but promised to read the scenario to them when it was done.
"You are becoming lazy," said Kate rebukingly.
"No; only a country gentleman."
"Patty, did you hear that? He calls Herculaneum a country village."
"Nothing of the sort. One may live in a city and be a countryman still."
"Mr. Warrington probably misses New York," said Patty.
"Not the veriest particle," promptly. Certainly Patty was growing more charming every day.
The Angora cat, with feline caution, peeped into the room. Patty, who loved cats, made a dash for the fluffy animal, which turned tail and bolted for the kitchen, Patty a close second.
For the first time since the marriage Kate and Warrington were alone together. He gazed at her, mildly speculative.
"Well, what do you see?" she asked.
"You are certainly one of the most beautiful women in the world," he declared, sighing.
"You say 'one of'?" frowning. "There was a time when it was not general; you used the definite article."
"I know it."
"Then there must be somebody else," quickly.
"I'm not a marrying man," he said evasively.
"Is it Patty, d.i.c.k? Oh, if it were only Patty!"
"I'm not good enough for Patty, Kate. The Lord knows, though, that I wish I were. She embarra.s.ses me at times with her implicit faith in my goodness."
"Ah, Richard, what a terrible past yours was!" mockingly. "Nonsense!"
briskly. "You are guilty of nothing but innocuous villainies. If there were fairies I should ask one to make you fall violently in love with Patty."
"No fairies need apply," ambiguously. "But you; you seem to be happy."
"There can not be a happier woman in the world. Let me confess. The confession may hurt your vanity. I love my husband better than I dreamed I could love. He is so just, so tender and strong. And isn't he handsome? I am madly jealous of every woman that comes near him.
And once upon a time I believed that I was in love with Mr. Richard."
There was no coquetry in this frank statement.
"Any one can see that you are happy."
"I want every one to see it. I want to tell everybody, too. You have no idea how strong he is, d.i.c.k. Yesterday I was in the shops with him.
A rail was in the way; the men about did not see it; or refused to see it. John stooped, picked it up with his bare hands, and dropped it to one side. There are but two men in the shops who can do that. But I have a horror of those great bars of twisting white iron. They terrify me. I do not understand, but the men are always sullen when I am there. John says it's my imagination."
"It probably is. Perhaps the begrimed faces have something to do with it."
"I can read the human countenance too well," she said. "Is it because I have been on the stage? Have these men a base opinion of me?"
"Impossible!"
"And they seem to dislike John, too."
"John can take care of himself. He'll wait a long while, but when he moves forward nothing can stop him. Don't you ever miss the glare of the lights?" he asked, his endeavor being to interest her in something foreign to the shops.
"d.i.c.k, I have almost forgotten that I ever acted. You will remember that I refused to a.s.sist in the amateur theatricals last winter. Act?
I hate the word. It suggests the puppet, the living in other people's worlds, parrot-wise, in imitation."
"Come, come, Kate; it's the greatest gift of all and you know it.
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