“Come right into the sitting-room3 in the rear and meet my father and mother,” she cried, placing her little turban hat on the rack beside his, man-fashion.
Vassar smiled at the assumption of equal rights the act implied. She caught the smile and answered with a toss of her pretty head as he followed her through the hall.
The older folks were bending over a table deeply absorbed in a game of checkers. The picture caught Vassar’s fancy and held him in the doorway4, a pleasant smile lighting5 his dark strong face.
“Mother,” Virginia began softly, “it’s time for children to quit their games. I want you to meet Mr. John Vassar whom I’m trying to dragoon into our cause—”
The prim6 aristocratic little woman rose with dignity and extended her hand in a gesture that spoke7 the inheritance of gentle breeding. She was a native of Columbia, South Carolina. Her stock joke of self-pity was the fact that she had married a Sherman Bummer who had helped to burn her native city. She excused him always with the apology that he was so young he was really not responsible for the bad company in which she found him. As a matter of fact he had driven a gang of drunken marauders from their house and defended them single handed through a night of terror until order had been restored. It was ten years later before he succeeded in persuading the fair young rebel to surrender.
“Delighted to meet you, I’m sure,” Mrs. Holland said quietly. “You must be a Southerner, with that tall dark look of distinction—”
Vassar bowed low over her hand.
“I wish I were, madam—if the fact would win your approval—”
“To look like a Southerner is enough to win Mother on sight,” Virginia laughed.
The father extended his hand in a cordial greeting without rising.
“Excuse me, young man, for not getting up,” he said. “I’m lame8 with the gout. You’re a suffragette?”
Vassar looked at Virginia, smiled and promptly9 answered.
“I’ll have to confess that I’m not—”
Holland extended his hand again.
“Shake once more! Thank God for the sight of a sane10 man again. I thought they’d all died. We never see them here any more—”
Virginia lifted her finger and her father took the outstretched arm and drew it around his neck.
“I have to put up with the nincompoops for Virginia’s sake. But I’m going to explode some day and say things. I can feel it coming on me—”
He stopped abruptly11 and leaned forward, releasing Virginia’s arm.
“Young man, I can talk to you—you’re not a suffragette—you’re a real man. Between the women, the Jews and the foreigners this country is not only going to the dogs—it’s gone—hell bent12 and hell bound. It’s no use talking any more. I’ve given up and gone to playing checkers—”
“We may save it yet, sir,” Vassar interrupted cheerfully.
“Save it? Great Scott, man, have you been down Broadway lately? Look at the signs—Katzmeyers, Einsteins, Epsteins, Abrahams, Isaacs and Jacobs! It would rest your eyes to find a Fogarty or a Casey. By the eternal, an Irishman now seems like a Son of the American Revolution! The Congressman13 from this district, sir, is a damned Pole from Posen!”
Virginia burst into a fit of laughter.
“What’s the matter, Miss Troublemaker14?” Holland growled15.
“You didn’t get the name, father dear—this is Mr. John Vassar, the damned Pole Congressman to whom you have so graciously referred—”
Holland frowned, searched his daughter’s face for the joke, and looked at Vassar helplessly.
“It’s not so!” he snorted. “I never saw a finer specimen16 of American manhood in my life, strong-limbed, clean-cut, clear-eyed, every inch a man and not a suffragette. It’s not so. You’re putting up a job on me, Virginia—”
John Vassar smiled and bowed.
“For the high compliment you pay me, Mr. Holland, I forgive the hard words. I understand how the old boys feel who fought to make this country what it is today. And I love you for it. I don’t mind what you say—I know where to find your kind when the hour of trial comes—”
“You are Congressman Vassar?” the old man gasped17.
“Guilty!”
The mother joined in the laugh at his expense.
Holland extended his hand again and grasped Vassar’s.
“I have no friends in this house, sir! We make up. I apologize to Poland for your sake. If they’ve got any more like you, let ’em come on. But mind you—” he lifted his finger in protest—“I stand by every word I said about the other fellows—every word!”
“I understand!” Vassar responded cheerfully.
“That will do now, Frank,” Mrs. Holland softly murmured.
“And you come in to see me again, young man—I want to talk to you some time when there are no women around. You’re in Congress. By Geeminy, I want to know why we’ve got no army while twenty million trained soldiers are fighting for the mastery of the world across the water. Just count me in on the fight, will you? By the eternal, I’d like to meet the traitor18 who’ll try to block your bill—”
“I’ve important business with Mr. Vassar,” Virginia broke in. “Excuse us now, children—”
“That’s the way a suffragette talks to her old daddy, Vassar—“ Holland cried. “I warn you against their wiles19. Don’t let her bamboozle20 you. I’m lame, but I’m going to vote against ’em, if I have to crawl to the polls election day—so help me God!”
Mrs. Holland beamed her good night with a gentle inclination21 of her silver-crowned head.
“He barks very loudly, Mr. Vassar,” she called, “but he never bites—”
Virginia led her guest upstairs into the quiet library in the front of the house.
Zonia and Billy were chattering22 in the parlor23.
She pointed24 to a heavy armchair and sat down opposite, the oak table between them.
“Now, Mr. Congressman, what is it—peace or war?”
There was a ring of subtle defiance25 in her tones that both angered and charmed her opponent. He had met many beautiful women before. For the first time he had met one who commanded both his intellect and his consciousness of sex. The sensation was painful. He resented it. His ideals of life asked of women submission26, tenderness, trust. Here sat before him the most charming, the most fascinatingly feminine woman he had ever met who refused to accept his opinions and had evidently determined27 to bend his mind and will to hers. To think of yielding was the height of absurdity28. And yet he must meet her as his intellectual equal. He could meet her on no other ground. Her whole being said, “Come, let’s reason together.” He had no desire to reason. He only wished to tell her the truth about the impression she had made on him. He smiled to recall it. He had a perfectly29 foolish—an almost resistless—impulse to leap on the speaker’s stand, take her in his arms, kiss her and whisper:
“Dear little mate, this is silly—come away. I’ve something worth while to tell you—something big, something wonderful, something as old as eternity30 but always new—”
He waked from his reverie with a start to find his antagonist31 holding him with a determined gaze that put sentiment to flight.
“Peace or war?” she firmly repeated.
“If I am to choose,” he fenced, “I assure you it will be peace—”
He paused and studied her expression of serious concentration. In spite of every effort to fix his mind in politics he persisted in the silliest old-fashioned admiration32 of her wistful, appealing beauty. Confound it. She had no right to use such a power for the propaganda of crackbrained theories! He felt the foundations of the moral world tremble at the shock of this resistless, elemental force. The man who desires a woman will sell principle, country, right, God, for his desire. Was he going to be trapped by this ancient snare33? Such a woman might play with a victim as a cat a mouse until her purpose was accomplished34. Sex attraction is the one force that defies all logic35 and scoffs36 at reason. The government of a democracy was a difficult task under present conditions. What would it become when the decision on which the mightiest37 issues hung could be decided38 by the smile of a woman’s lips or the dimple in her cheek?
He felt the pull of this fascination39 with a sense of inward panic. What the devil was she laughing at a while ago as they crossed the street? He had forgotten it for the moment, and she hadn’t explained. He would fence a little for time before meeting the issue. He touched the tip of his mustache thoughtfully.
“Anyhow, suppose we shake hands before we begin the fight. It’s one of the rules of the game you know—”
She leaned across the table with a puzzled expression.
“Shake hands?”
“Yes—spiritually, so to speak. I’d like to get on as friendly footing as possible to appeal to your mercy if I’m defeated. Would you mind telling me at what you were laughing when we crossed Second Avenue?”
An exquisite40 smile illumined her face and a twinkle of mischief41 played about the corners of her mouth.
“Shall I be perfectly frank?” she asked.
“Please—”
“I laughed at the silly contradiction of allowing you to touch my arm in token of your superior strength as you drew about me the sheltering protection of chivalry42. There were no plunging43 horses near—not even a pushcart44 in sight. The nearest street-car was five blocks away. Why did you think that I needed help in walking ten yards?”
He held her gaze steadily45. She was charming—there was no doubt about it. He had to bite his lips to keep back a foolish compliment that might anger her. How should he bear himself toward such a woman? Her whole being breathed tenderness and femininity, yet there was a dangerous challenge of intellect about her that upset him.
“Why did you think I needed help?” she softly repeated.
“To tell you the truth,” he answered gravely, “I didn’t think at all. The act was instinctive—the inheritance of centuries—”
“Exactly! Centuries of man’s patronage46, of man’s tyranny, of his boasted superiority. As long as woman submits to be treated as a doll, a weakling, an incompetent47, the supposed superior being must try to do the proper thing in an emergency—”
“You resented it?” he broke in.
“No. I, too, am suffering from the inheritance of centuries—of dependence48 and of the hypocrisy49 inbred by generations of chivalry. It was at my own sneaking50 joy in your protection that I laughed—”
Vassar moved uneasily, drew his straight brows low and looked at her through their veil for an instant. He was making a desperate effort to keep his brain clear. It would be ridiculous to surrender to such a charming little siren at the first encounter.
“Well, sir,” she cried briskly, “now that we’ve shaken hands the first round is on. Shall I lead?”
Vassar bowed.
“By all means—ladies first!”
“Why do you refuse to give me the ballot51?”
“I never knew until tonight that women like you wished it. If I had—”
“You would have agreed?”
“My dear Miss Holland, I not only would have agreed but I would have gone out after it and brought it to you. And all against my better judgment52. If women are allowed to vote, there must be a law against your kind entering politics—”
“Yes?”
“Decidedly.”
“And may I ask why?” she demanded.
He smiled and hesitated.
“If you ever get into Congress—I can see the finish of that aggregation53 as a deliberative body. You would be a majority from the moment you entered the Chamber—”
“Please, Mr. Vassar—“ she protested. “We have no time for chaff—”
He rose abruptly from the depths of the armchair, seized a light one, moved it nearer to the corner of the table, sat down and bent close to his charming opponent.
“I’m not chaffing,” he began eagerly. “I’m in earnest. Your personality has upset all my preconceived ideas of the leaders of this woman’s movement. I am more than ever alarmed at its sinister54 significance. You take my judgment by storm because you’re charming. You stop the process of reasoning by merely lifting your eyes to mine. Such a power cannot be used to further the ends of justice or perfect the organization of society. The power you wield55 defies all law—”
Virginia laughed in spite of an effort at self-control.
“Are you making love to me, Mr. Vassar?” she cried.
He blushed and stammered56.
“Well—not—deliberately—”
“Unconsciously?”
He mopped the perspiration57 from his brow in confusion.
“Perhaps.”
Virginia rose, and her lips closed firmly.
“I think our interview had better end. We are wasting each other’s time—”
“Please, Miss Holland,” he begged with deep humility58, “forgive me. I was never more sincere in my life. I should have been more careful. But there’s something about your frank manner that disarmed59 me. You seemed so charmingly friendly. I forget that we are enemies—forgive me—”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You are the type of man who cannot understand my position—and for that reason cannot meet me as an intellectual equal. I resent it—”
“But I’m not the type of man who cannot understand. I will meet you as an intellectual equal. I’ll do more. I concede your superiority. You have baffled and defeated me at every turn tonight—I go puzzled and humiliated60. I refuse to accept such a defeat. You cannot dismiss me in this absurd fashion. I’ll camp on your doorstep until we have this thing out.”
“You’ll not call without an appointment, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, I will. I’m going to cultivate your father. I’ll accept his invitation. I’ll make your house my happy home until we at least come to an intelligent understanding of our differences—”
“Tomorrow then?” she said. “I’m tired tonight. Tomorrow at eleven o’clock—”
Vassar smiled at the business-like hour.
“I’ve an important engagement at eleven that will keep me an hour. It’s Flag Day at my schools—the kiddies expect me—”
“Flag Day?”
“A little device of mine to teach our boys and girls to love their country—won’t you join us tomorrow at the old Tenth Armory61 and inspect my forces?”
Virginia hesitated.
“All right, I will. I’ll ask Mr. Waldron to pick me up there at noon.”
“I’ll expect you at eleven.”
He pressed her hand with a new sense of uneasiness, defeat and anger which Waldron’s name had aroused.
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promptly
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bent
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Congressman
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growled
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specimen
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traitor
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wiles
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bamboozle
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inclination
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chattering
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parlor
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pointed
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defiance
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submission
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determined
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absurdity
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perfectly
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eternity
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antagonist
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admiration
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snare
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accomplished
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mightiest
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decided
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fascination
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exquisite
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mischief
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chivalry
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plunging
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pushcart
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incompetent
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hypocrisy
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ballot
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judgment
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aggregation
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sinister
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perspiration
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humility
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