"Dear Little Sweetheart:
"The President has just called General McClellan again to the chief command. His act vindicates3 my loyalty4. Our quarrel is too absurd. Life is too short, dear, for this—it's only long enough for love. May I see you at once?
"John."
Could it be true? For a moment she refused to believe it. The President had expressed to her his deep conviction of McClellan's guilt5. How could he reverse his position on so vital and tremendous a matter over night? And yet John Vaughan was incapable6 of the cheap trick of lying to make an engagement.
A newsboy passed yelling an extra.
"Extra—Extra! General McClellan again in the saddle! Extra!"
It was true—he had made the appointment. What was its meaning? Had they forced the President into this humiliating act? If the General were really guilty of destroying Pope and overwhelming the army in defeat, his treachery had created the crisis which forced his return to power. The return under such conditions would not be a vindication7. It would be a conviction of crime.
She would see the President at once and know the truth. The question cut the centre of John Vaughan's character. The orderly who brought the note was waiting for an answer.
She called from the head of the stairs:
"Tell Mr. Vaughan there is no answer to-day."
"Yes, Miss."
With quick salute8 he passed out and Betty stood irresolute9 as she listened to the echo of his horse's hoof-beat growing fainter. It was only six o'clock, but the days were getting shorter and it was already dark. She could walk quickly down Pennsylvania Avenue and reach the White House before dinner. He would see her at any hour.
In five minutes she was on the way her mind in a whirl of speculation10 on the intrigue11 which might lie behind that sensational12 announcement. She was beginning to suspect her lover's patriotism13. A man could love the South, fight and die for it and be a patriot—he was dying for what he believed to be right—God and his country. But no man could serve two masters. Her blood boiled at the thought of a conspiracy14 within the lines of the union whose purpose was to betray its Chief. If John Vaughan were in it, she loved him with every beat of her heart, but she would cut her heart out sooner than sink to his level!
She became conscious at last of the brazen15 stares of scores of brutal-looking men who thronged16 the sidewalks of the Avenue.
Gambling17 dens18 had grown here like mushrooms during the past year of war's fevered life. The vice19 and crime of the whole North and West had poured into Washington, now swarming20 with a quarter of a million strange people.
The Capital was no longer a city of sixty thousand inhabitants, but a vast frontier post and pay station of the army. And such a pay station! Each day the expenditures21 of the Government were more than two millions. The air was electric with the mad lust22 for gain which the scent23 of millions excites in the nostrils24 of the wolves who prey25 on their fellow men. The streets swarmed26 with these hungry beasts, male and female. They pushed and crowded and jostled each other from the sidewalks. The roar of their whiskey-laden voices poured forth27 from every bar-room and gambling den2 on the Avenue.
A fat contractor28 who had made his pile in pasteboard soles for army shoes and sent more boys to the grave from disease than had been killed in battle, touched elbows with the hook-nosed vulture who was sporting a diamond pin bought with the profits of shoddy clothes that had proven a shroud29 for many a brave soldier sleeping in a premature30 grave.
They were laughing, drinking, smoking, swearing, gambling and all shouting for the flag—the flag that was waving over millions they hoped yet to share.
A feeling of sickening fear swept the girl's heart. For the first time in her life she was afraid to be alone on the brightly lighted streets of Washington at dusk. The poison of death was in the air. Every desperate passion that stirs the brute31 in man was written in the bloodshot eyes that sought hers. The Nation was at war. To cheat, deceive, entrap32, maim33, kill the enemy and lay his home in desolation was the daily business now of the millions who backed the Government. Whatever the lofty aims of either of the contending hosts, they sought to win by war and this was war. It was not to be wondered at that this spirit should begin to poison the springs of life in the minds of the weak and send them forth to prey on their fellows. It was not to be wondered at that men planned in secret to advance their own interests at the expense of their fellows, to climb the ladder of wealth and fame in this black hour no matter on whose dead bodies they had to walk.
With a pang34 of positive terror Betty asked herself the question whether the man she loved had been touched by this deadly pestilence35? A wave of horror swept her. A drunken brute brushed by and thrust his bloated face into hers.
With a cry of rage and fear she turned and ran for two blocks, left the Avenue at the corner and hurried back to her home.
She would wait until morning and see the President before the crowd arrived.
He greeted her with a joyous36 shout:
"Come right in, Miss Betty!"
With long, quick stride he met her and grasped her hand, a kindly37 twinkle in his eye:
"And how's our old grizzly38 bear, your father, this morning?"
"He's still alive and growling," she laughed.
The President joined heartily39:
"I'll bet he is," he said, "and hates me just as cordially as ever?"
Betty nodded.
"But his beautiful daughter?"
"Was never more loyal to her Chief!"
"Good. Then my administration is on a sound basis. You want no office. You ask no favors. Such clear, pure, young eyes in the morning of life don't make mistakes. They know."
"But I've come to ask you something this morning——"
The smile faded into a look of seriousness.
"What's the matter?" he asked quickly.
Betty hesitated and the red blood slowly mounted to her cheeks. He led her to a seat, beside his chair, touched her hand gently and whispered:
"Tell me."
"I hope you won't think me presumptuous40, Mr. President, if I ask you to tell me why you recalled General McClellan?"
The rugged41 face suddenly flashed with a smile.
"Presumptuous?" he laughed. "My dear child, if you could have heard a few things my Cabinet had to say to me in this room on that subject! The tender deference42 with which you put the question is the nearest thing to an endorsement43 I have so far received! Go as far as you like after that opening. It will be a joy to discuss it with you. Presumptuous—Oh, my soul!"
He caught his knee between his hands and rocked with laughter at the memory of his Cabinet scene.
Reassured44 by his manner Betty leaned closer:
"You remember the morning you gave me the pass to Alexandria?"
"To see a certain young man?"
"Yes."
"Perfectly45."
"You distinctly gave me the impression that morning that you were sure General McClellan was betraying his trust in his failure to support General Pope and that your confidence in him was gone forever."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"Then it wasn't far from the truth," he gravely admitted.
"And yet you recalled him to the command of the army?"
"I had to."
"Had to?"
"It was the only thing to do."
Betty spoke46 in a whisper:
"You mean that their conspiracy had become so dangerous there was no other way?"
He threw her a searching look, was silent a moment and slowly said:
"That's a pointed47 question, isn't it?"
"I'm a member of your Cabinet, you know——"
"Yes, I know—but why do you happen to ask me such a dangerous question at this particularly trying moment? Come, my little bright eyes, out with it?"
"The certain young man and I are not very happy——"
"You've quarrelled?"
"Yes."
"About what?"
"You."
"You don't mean it, Miss Betty?" he said incredulously.
Her eyes were dim and she nodded.
"But why about me?"
"I saw things which confirmed your suspicions. He admitted his desire that General Pope should fail and defended McClellan's indifference48. We quarrelled. I asked him to resign from the staff of his Chief——"
"You didn't!" he exclaimed softly, his deep eyes shining.
"I did—and he refused."
Again the big hands both closed on hers:
"God bless you, child! So long as I hold such faith from hearts like yours, I know that I'm right. They can say what they please about me——"
"You see," she broke in, "if he is in this conspiracy and they have forced you to this surrender, he is equally guilty of treachery——"
"And you hold him responsible for his Commander's ambitions?"
"Yes."
The President sprang to his feet and paced the floor a moment, stopped and gazed at her with a look of curious tenderness:
"By jinks, Miss Betty, if I had a few more like you in my Cabinet I wouldn't be so lonesome!"
"They did force you?" she demanded.
"Not as you mean it, my child. I'm not going to pretend to you that I don't understand the seriousness of the situation. The Army of the Potomac is behind McClellan to a man. It amounts to infatuation. I sounded his officers. I sounded his men. To-day they are against me and with him. If the issue could be sprung—if the leaders dared to risk their necks on such a revolution, they might win. They don't know this as clearly as I do. Because they are not so well informed they are afraid to move. I have chosen to beat them at their own game——"
He paused and laughed:
"I hate to shatter your ideal, Miss Betty, but I'm afraid there's something of the fox in my make-up after all. Will it shock you to learn this?"
"I shall be greatly relieved to know it," she responded firmly.
"Think, then, for a moment. I suspend McClellan for his failure and replace him with a man I believe to be his superior. The army sullenly49 resent this change. They do not agree with me. They believe McClellan the greatest General in sight. It's a marvellous thing this power over men which he possesses. It can be used to create a Nation or destroy one. It's a dangerous force. I must handle it with the utmost care. So long as their idol50 is a martyr51 the army is unfit for good service. The moment I restore the old commander, in whom both officers and men have unbounded faith, I show them that I am beyond the influence of the political forces which demand his destruction—don't I?"
"Yes."
"And the moment I dare to brave popular disapproval52 and restore their commander don't you see that I win the confidence of the army in my fairness and my disinterested53 patriotism?"
"Of course."
"See then what must happen. Now mind you, I would never have restored McClellan to command if I did not know that at this moment he can do the work of putting this disorganized and defeated army into fighting shape better than any other. McClellan thus returned to power must fight. He must win or lose. If he wins I am vindicated54 and his success is mine. If he loses, he loses his power over the imagination of his men and at last I am master of the situation. I shall back him with every dollar and every man the Nation can send into his next campaign. No matter whether he wins or loses, I must win because the supremacy55 of the civil power will be restored."
"I see," Betty breathed softly.
She rose with a new look of reverence56 for a great mind.
"And the civil power was not supreme57 when you restored McClellan to his command?"
"Miss Betty, you'd make a good lawyer!" he laughed.
"Was it?" she persisted.
"No."
"Thank you," she said, rising and extending her hand. "I learned exactly what I wished to know."
"And you'll stop quarreling?"
"If he's reasonable——"
He lifted his long finger in solemn warning.
"Remember now! This administration is honestly and sincerely backing General McClellan for all it's worth. It has always done this. We are going to try to make even a better record in the next campaign——"
"When will it open?"
"Sooner than any of us wish it, if our scouts58 report the truth. Flushed with his great victory over Pope, General Lee is sure to invade Maryland. The campaign will be a dangerous and crucial one. The moment Lee crosses the Potomac, his communications with Richmond will be imperiled. If he dares to do it we can crush his army in a great battle, cut his communications with Richmond, drive his men into the Potomac and end the war. I have given McClellan the opportunity of his life. I pray God to give success——"
Edward appeared at the door.
"Well, what is it?"
"The crowd, sir—they are clamoring to get in."
Betty hurried into the family apartments to speak to Mrs. Lincoln, her mind in a whirl of resentment59 against John Vaughan.
The President turned to the crowd which had already poured into the room.
As usual, the cranks and inventors led the way. The inventors found the President an easy man to talk to. His mind was quick to see a good point and always open to conviction. He had once patented a device for getting flat boats over shoals himself. His immediate60 approval of the first model of Ericsson's famous Monitor had led to its adoption61 in time to meet and destroy the Merrimac in Hampton Roads on the very day the iron terror had sent his big ships to the bottom. He allowed no inventor to be turned from the door of the White House no matter how ridiculous his hobby might appear. The inventions relating to the science of war he would test himself on the big open field between the White House grounds and the river.
The first inventor in line carried the model of a new rifle which would shoot sixteen times. The army officers believed in the idea of a single shell breech loader on account of the simplicity62 of its mechanism63. Our muskets64 were still muzzle66 loaders and the men were compelled to use ramrods to load.
The President examined the new gun with keen interest, pulled his black, shaggy beard thoughtfully, looked at the breathless inventor, and slowly mused67:
"Well, now as the fat girl said when she pulled on her stocking, it strikes me there's something in it!"
The inventor laughed with nervous joy, and watched him write a card of endorsement:
"Take that to the War Department, and tell them I like your idea—I want them to look into it."
His face wreathed in smiles, the man pushed his way through the crowd, and hurried to the War Department.
The next one was a little fellow who had a gun of marvellous model, double-barrelled, with the barrels crossed. The President adjusted his spectacles and took a second look before he made any comment. He lifted his bristling68 eyebrows69:
"What's it for?"
"For cross-eyed men, sir!" he whispered.
"You don't say?" he roared.
"Yes, sir," the little man continued eagerly. "The cross-eyed men ain't never had no chance in this war. They turn 'em all down. They won't take 'em as soldiers. That gun'll fix 'em. Push a regiment70 o' good cross-eyed men to the front with that gun a-pourin' hot lead from two barrels at the same time an' every man er cross firin' at the enemy an' we'll jist natchally make hash outen 'em, sir——"
"And we may need the cross-eyed men, too, before the war ends." The sombre eyes twinkled thoughtfully. "Thank you, my friend, when I draft the cross-eyed men come in again and we'll talk it over. Your heart's in the right place, anyhow."
He glanced doubtfully at the little skillet-shaped head and reached over his shoulder for the next one. It was a bullet proof shirt for soldiers—a coat of mail which weighed fifty pounds.
"How long do you think a man could march with that thing on and the thermometer at ninety-eight in the shade?"
He handed it back with a shake of his head and grasped the next one—a model water-tight canoe to fit the foot like a snow shoe.
"What's the idea?" he asked.
"Shoe the army with my canoes, sir, and they can all walk on water——"
"And yet they say the age of miracles has passed! Take it over to old Neptune's office. He's a sad man at times and I like him. This ought to cheer him."
The next one was a man of unusually interesting face. A typical Yankee farmer with whiskers spilling over his collar from his neck and bristling up against his clean shaven chin. He handed the President a model of a new musket65. He examined it with care and fixed71 the man with his gaze:
"Well, sir?"
"Hit's the rekyle, sir," he explained softly. "Hit's the way she's hung on the stock."
"Oh——"
"Ye see, sir," he went on earnestly, "a gun ought not to rekyle, and ef hit rekyles at all, hit ought to rekyle a leetle forred——"
"Right you are!" the President roared with laughter. "Your logic's sound whether your gun kicks or not. I say so, too. A gun ought not to rekyle at all, and if it does rekyle, by jinks, it ought to rekyle and hit the other fellow, not us!"
The tall figure dropped into the chair by his desk and laughed again.
"Come in again, Brother 'Rekyle' and we'll talk it over when I've got more time."
The stocky, heavy set figure of the Secretary of War suddenly pushed through the crowd and up to the desk. Stanton's manner had always been rude to the point of brusqueness and insult. The tremendous power he was now wielding72 in the most important Department of the Government had not softened73 his temper or improved his manners. The President had learned to appreciate his matchless industry and sterling74 honesty and overlooked his faults as an indulgent father those of a passionate75 and willful child.
Stanton's eyes were flashing through his gold rimmed76 glasses the wrath77 he found difficult to express.
The President looked up with a friendly smile:
"Well, Mars, what's the trouble now?"
Stanton shook his leonine locks and beard in fury at the use of the facetious78 word. He loathed79 levity80 of any kind and the one kind he could not endure was the quip that came his way.
He regarded himself seriously every day, every hour, every minute in every hour. He was the incarnate81 soul of Mars on earth. He knew and felt it. He raged at the President's use of the term because he had a sneaking82 idea that he was being laughed at—and that by a man who was his inferior and yet to whom he was rendering83 indispensable service.
An angry retort rose to his lips, but he suppressed the impulse. It was a waste of breath. The President was a fool—he would only laugh again as he had done before. And so he plunged84 straight to the purpose of his call:
"Before you get to your usual batch85 of passes and pardons this morning I want to protest again, Mr. President, against your persistent86 interference with the discipline of the army and the affairs of my Department. Your pardons are hamstringing the whole service, sir. It must stop if you expect your generals to control their men!"
"Is that all, Mars?" the even voice asked.
"It is, sir!"
"Thanks for the spirit that prompts your rage. I know you're right about most of these things. I'll do my best to help and not hinder you——"
"There's a woman coming here this morning to present a petition over my head."
"Oh, I see——"
"I have refused it and I demand that you support, not make a fool of me."
He turned without waiting for an answer and strode from the room.
The President whispered to Nicolay:
"We may have to put a few bricks in Stanton's pocket yet, John!"
He glanced toward the waiting crowd and whispered again:
"Any news to-day from the front before I go on?"
Nicolay drew a telegram from his file:
"Only this dispatch, sir, announcing the capture of fifty mules87 and two brigadier generals by Stuart's cavalry——"
"Fifty mules?"
"And two brigadier generals."
"Fifty mules—and they're worth two hundred dollars a piece. Tell 'em to send a regiment after those mules. Jeffy D. can have the generals."
A slender little dark-haired girl about fifteen years old, with big wistful blue eyes, had taken advantage of the pause to slip close. When the President lifted his head she caught his eyes. He rose immediately and drew her to his side.
"You're all alone, little girl?"
"Yes, sir," she faltered88.
"And what can I do for you?"
"If you please, I want to pass through the lines to Virginia—my brother's there—he was shot in the last battle. I want to see him."
"Of course you do," the kindly voice agreed, "and you shall."
He wrote the pass and handed it to her.
She murmured her thanks and he placed his big hand on her dark head and asked casually89:
"Of course you're loyal?"
The young lips quivered, she hesitated, looked up into his face through dimmed eyes, and the slender body suddenly stiffened90, as she slowly said:
"Yes—to the heart's core—to Virginia!"
The trembling fingers handed the pass back and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
The tall man dared not look down again. Something about this slim wistful girl brought back over the years the memory of the young mother who had come from the hills of old Virginia.
He was still for a moment, stooped, and took her hand in his. His voice was low and tender and full of feeling:
"I know what it cost you to say that, child. You're a brave, glorious little girl, if you are a rebel. I love you for this glimpse you've given me of a great spirit. I'm sure I can trust you. If I let you go, will you promise me faithfully that no word shall pass your lips of what you've seen inside our lines?"
"I promise!" she cried, smiling through her tears.
He handed her back the pass and slowly said:
"May God bless you—and speed the day when your people and mine shall be no longer enemies."
He turned again to his desk, and beside it stood a quiet woman dressed in black.
He bowed to her with easy grace:
"And how can I serve you, Madam?"
She smiled hopefully:
"You have children, Mr. President?"
A look of sorrow overspread the dark face.
"Yes," he said reverently91, "I have two boys now. I had three, but God has just taken one of them."
"I had two," the mother responded. "Both of them went into the army to fight for their country and left me alone. One has been killed in battle. I tried to be brave about it. I said over and over again, 'the Lord gave and the Lord has taken away, blessed is the name of the Lord!' But I had to give up. I'm all alone in my little place in the mountains of Pennsylvania and I can't endure it. I know they say I have no right to ask, but I want my last boy to come home. All night I lie there alone and cry. Can't you let me have my boy back? He's all I've got on earth—others have more. I have only this one. I'm just a woman—lonely, heartsick and afraid. They say I can't have him. But I've come to ask you. I've heard that you have a loving heart——"
She stopped suddenly.
"You have seen Stanton?" the President asked.
"Yes. He wouldn't listen. He swore I shouldn't have him."
The hazel-grey eyes gazed thoughtfully out the window across the shining river for a moment.
"I have two," he murmured, "and you have only one. It isn't fair. You shall have your boy."
He turned to his desk and wrote the order for his discharge. The mother pressed close, gently touched with the tips of her fingers his thick black hair and softly cried while he was writing.
She took the precious paper, tried to speak and choked.
"Go away now," the President whispered, "or you'll have me crying in a minute."
When the last man had gone he stood alone before his window in brooding silence. A tender smile overspread his face and he drew a deep breath. In the hills of Pennsylvania he saw a picture—a mother in the door of a humble92 home waiting for her boy. He is coming down the road with swift, strong step. She sees and rushes to meet him with a cry of joy, holds him in her arms without words a long, long while and will not let him go. And then she leads him into the house, falls on her knees and thanks God.
He smiles again and forgets the burden of the day.
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