"I just ran down, sir, to ask you to wait and go in Senator Davis' party. He has been threatened with arrest by the cowards who are at the present moment in charge of the Government. He can't afford to leave town while there's a chance that so fortunate an event may be pulled off. I have decided1 to stay until Lincoln's inauguration2. My wife and daughter will make you welcome at Fairview. And you'll meet my three boys. I'm sorry I can't be with you."
Socola's masked face showed no trace of disappointment. He merely asked politely:
"And the party of Senator Davis will start?"
"A week from to-day, sir—and my wife and daughter will accompany them—unless—of course—"
He laughed heartily3.
"Unless the great Attorney General, Edwin M. Stanton, decides to arrest him—if he'll only do it!"
Socola nodded carelessly.
"I understand, Senator. A week from to-day. The same hour—the same train."
In a moment he had disappeared in the crowd and hurried to the office of the Secretary of War.
Holt received his announcement with a smile about the corners of his strong, crooked4 mouth.
"That's lucky. I'd rather you were with Davis ten to one. Amuse yourself for the week by getting all the information possible of their junta5 here—"
"Barton will stay until the inauguration—"
"Of course—a spy in the camp of the enemy. He could be arrested, but it's not wise under the circumstances—"
"You will not arrest Senator Davis?"
"Nonsense. Stanton's a fool. Nothing would please them better. I've convinced him of that. A wrangle6 in the courts now over such an issue would postpone7 its settlement indefinitely. The Supreme8 Court of the United States has sustained the South on every issue that has been raised. The North is leading a revolution. The South is entrenched9 behind the law. They can't be ousted10 by law. It can only be done by the bayonet—"
Holt paused and looked thoughtfully across the Potomac.
"Report to me daily—"
Socola silently saluted11 and left the office with his first feeling of suspicion and repulsion for his Chief. He didn't like the blunt, brutal12 way this Southern Democrat13 talked. He couldn't believe in his honesty. Beneath those bushy eyebrows14 burned a wolf's hunger for office and power. On the surface he was loyal to the union. He wondered if he were not in reality playing a desperate waiting game, ready at the moment of the crisis to throw his information to either side? The air of Washington reeked15 with suspicion and double dealing16.
"Oh, my Country," he murmured bitterly, "if ever true men were needed!"
He strolled through the street on which Senator Davis and Barton lived directly opposite each other. He would call on Jennie and express his regret that their party had been postponed17. At the door he changed his mind. Too much attention at this stage of the game would not be wise. He passed on, glancing at the distinguished-looking group of men who were emerging from the Davis door.
He wondered what was going on in that home? It seemed impossible that Davis should be the leader of a Southern rebellion. Clay or Toombs, yes—but this man with his blood-marked history of devotion to the union—this man with his proud record of constructive18 statesmanship as Senator and Secretary of War—it seemed preposterous19!
Could he have heard the counsel Davis was giving at that moment to the excited men who made his unpretentious house their Mecca, he would have been still more astonished. For six days and nights with but a few hours snatched for sleep, he implored20 the excited leaders of Southern opinion to avoid violence, and be patient. The one note of hopefulness in his voice came with the mention of the new President-elect, Abraham Lincoln.
"Mr. Lincoln is a man of friendly, moderate opinions personally," he persistently21 advised. "He may be able to surround himself with a council of conservative men who will use their power to hold the radical22 wing of his party in check until by delay we can call a convention of all the States and in this national assembly find a solution short of bloodshed. We must try. We must exhaust every resource before we dream of war. We must accept war only when it is forced upon us by our enemies."
By telegrams and letters to every Southern leader he knew he urged delay, moderation, postponement23 of all action.
The week passed and the Cabinet of Buchanan had not dared accept the Southern leader's challenge to arrest and trial.
The Davis party had found their seats in the train for the South. Socola strolled the platform alone, waiting without sign of interest for the hour of departure.
Dick Welford arrived five minutes before the train left and extended his hand to Jennie.
"Forgive me, Jennie!"
With a bright smile she clasped his hand.
"Of course, Dick—I took your silly ravings too seriously."
"No—I was a fool. I'll make up for it. I'll go over now and shake hands with the reptile24 if you say so—"
"Nonsense—you'll not do anything of the sort. He's nothing to me. He's the guest of the South—that's all."
"Honest now, Jennie—you don't care for any other fellow?"
"Nor for you, either!" she laughed.
"Of course, I know that—but I can keep on trying, can't I?"
"I don't see how I can prevent it!"
Dick grinned good-naturedly and Jennie laughed again.
"You're in for a siege with me, I'll tell you right now."
"It's a free fight, Dick. I'm indifferent to the results."
"Then you don't mind if I win?"
"Not in the least. At the present moment I'm a curious spectator—that's all."
"Lord, I wish I were going with you—"
"I wish so, too—"
"Honest, Jennie?"
"Cross my heart—"
Dick laughed aloud.
"Say—I tell you what I'm going to do!"
"Yes?"
"If Virginia don't secede25 in ten days—I will. I'll resign my job here with old Hunter and join the Confederacy. I don't like this new clerkship business anyhow—expect me in ten days—"
Before Jennie could answer he turned suddenly and left the car.
At the end of the platform he ran squarely into Socola. He was about to pass without recognition, stopped on an impulse, and extended his hand:
"Fine day, Signor!"
"Beautiful, M'sieur," was the smooth answer.
Dick hesitated.
"I'm afraid I was a little rude the other day?"
"No offense26, I'm sure, Mr. Welford—"
"Of course, you can guess I'm in love with Miss Barton—"
"I hadn't speculated on that point!" Socola laughed.
"Well, I've been speculating about you—"
"Indeed?"
"Yes—and I'm going to be honest with you—I don't like you—we're enemies from to-day. But I'll play the game fair and the best man wins—"
The two held each other's eye steadily27 for a moment and Socola's white teeth flashed.
"The best man wins, M'sieur!"
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