Never was there a campaign of such heat and bitterness. Households were divided and brothers frowned upon one another, and in the distance hovered3 the vulture-shaped cloud of war. My Young Master supported Kentucky's favorite son, as did Old Master, and for months our house bore the appearance of a committee room. The time came for Bob to display his power as an orator4, and never was there a nobler effort. It was in the court-house yard. Great men had spoken before the boy arose to address the crowd.[Pg 243] I was standing6 near, and I thought that I saw his blood leap; I know that his eye shot fire at me. His first sentence caught the assembly, the lawyers, the doctors and the sturdy yeomen. I cannot recall it; I will not try, but I know that it tingled8 through me. Since then I have listened to many a speech; I have heard Wendell Phillips and the great men in Congress, but never have I been bound by the spell of such impassioned eloquence9. To me his words lost their literal meaning—it was an outpour of passion and emotion. The crowd went wild, and when the orator stepped from the platform, he was borne away on the shoulders of men. Old George D. Prentice, author of an immortal10 poem, was present with genius shining in his eyes, and the next day his newspaper declared that another great orator had arisen in Kentucky, one to take the place of Henry Clay. It was a glad night at our house. The trees were hung with lanterns, so great was the pressure of people come to congratulate the blue-grass Demosthenes.
Upon all these proceedings11, Mr. Clem looked with a quiet smile.
"You made a great speech," he said to Bob, when we had gone to the room, late at night. "Yes, you caught me, but what does it all amount to? I told you[Pg 244] that Lincoln would be nominated, and now I tell you he will be elected."
"Nonsense," Old Master cried. He was walking up and down the room, his head high with pride. "This country is not yet ready for a revolution."
"That may be, Guilford," said Mr. Clem, "but it is ready for the election of that man."
"Are you going to support him, sir?" Old Master demanded.
"Did you ever know me to turn my back upon a friend? And he is not only my friend, but the saviour12 of this country, the greatest statesman that this republic has seen."
"Clem," said Old Master, pausing and resting his hand upon a pile of books that lay on Bob's table, "it is well enough to praise your friend, for he is no doubt droll13 and amusing, but when you come to call him a great statesman, you do injustice14 to the memory of Clay and Webster, of Jefferson and Benton."
Mr. Clem laughed. "Guilford," said he, "you are misled just as the majority of men suffer themselves to be misled. A man brays15 with the solemnity of an ass7 and you think he is great. Over a vital question he utters a senseless stupidity and you think he has said a wise thing. You don't know that humor is the cream[Pg 245] that rises to the surface of life's wisdom. Lincoln tells a story and throws a bright light on a truth; he does not invest a subject with a gloom so thick that no eye can penetrate16 it. He makes all things plain, and the province of greatness is not to enshroud but to simplify. But that's neither here nor there; he's going to be elected."
"But can't you understand that the country will not accept him, sir?"
"Not accept him? The people will accept whom the people elect."
"But the South will not accept an abolitionist."
"Then the South will have to make the most of it. Of what good will be her protest? You don't mean that she will secede18 from the union?"
"Oh, I hope not," said Old Master. "Surely not," he added. "We cannot afford to throw away the traditions of our fathers."
It was a sore subject to me, and I was glad when they dropped it. I hardly knew why, but my flesh always began to creep when abolition17 was ventured upon; there was a shudder19 in it, a threat of trouble, trial and blood.
Bob had shown no interest in the talk; he had sat in a deep muse20, his hands listless in his lap, his eyes[Pg 246] turned upward; but how handsome was his face, his expression sweetened with success. That day he had been lifted high and given a glimpse, yes a full sight of the heaven his heart so fondly craved21; he was to be great and he knew it as he sat there dreaming. Old Master turned to go, and his son came down from the purple clouds. They looked at each other for a moment.
"Bob."
"Yes, sir."
"You have made me the proudest man in the State; you have done what Patrick Henry fired me with an ambition to do. It was denied me, and now I am rejoiced to see it fulfilled in you. The blood of old Kentucky shook your hand to-night. Now give it to me, sir."
Young master arose and they shook hands with solemn ceremony, Bob turning his eyes away. "Your eye, sir," said the old man, and the young man looked into his father's eyes; and they read each other sternly, and with never a sign of flinching22, so completely had each mastered himself.
"Father, if I have ability it is indeed the fulfillment of your own ambition, for I felt it as a child, so strongly apart from my own forces that I knew the[Pg 247] current must come from you. I have been told by old men that I am a second edition of yourself and—"
"A revised and corrected edition, sir," the old man broke in, still gripping firmly the young fellow's hand.
"But a cheaper edition, I fear," the orator said.
"Enough, captivating flatterer. Good-night."
Old Master strode out, walking hard upon the floor, and Mr. Clem, who with keen amusement had observed this exchange of fine-tempered civility, turned to Bob and said:
"By the flint hoofs23, you and that old brother of mine will be snatched out of the sixteenth century before very long. Paw me if I didn't expect one of you to say, 'I come not here to talk, you know too well the story of our thralldom.' Bob, the trouble with the South is the fact that it is not really republican in principle. It is a shapeless aristocracy writhing24 about to find a head. Tell me, do you believe in a democratic form of government?"
Bob sat down, leaned back and put his feet on the table, leaving Mr. Clem standing behind him; and he glanced back over his shoulder as he replied: "Do I believe in a democracy? I don't believe in the rule of ignorance; I don't believe in a goldocracy, the most insolent25 and oppressive of all tyrants26. I don't believe[Pg 248] it just to give to a plebeian27 mob the right to snatch a brilliant man from public life simply because he refuses to grovel28 to a vulgar taste; I don't believe—"
"But do you believe in a negro-cracy? Do you believe that the ownership of a hundred slaves should open all doors to a coarse and ignorant man?"
"No, I don't. I would not let ignorance own a slave."
"Ah, but slaves are bought with money, not with intelligence. Bob, you are an orator, but after all you are but a fledgling. Now, I want to ask you a question. What has made this country great, the gentility of Virginia or the dogged industry of New England? To whom do we owe most, the silver buckled29 gentleman or the steeple-hatted puritan?"
"If you measure greatness by material wealth, Uncle Clem—but there's no use of such an argument. You are too practical for me. You are a Baconian and I would sit at the feet of Socrates. And progress will say that you are right."
"And won't you say so, too?"
"I am not progressive. I worship the utterances30 of the past; you glory in the achievements of the present. You honor the North because it is rich, and I[Pg 249] love the South because it is poetic31. So there we are, and it is of no use to argue."
"No, I reckon not. Say, did you notice an old fellow with a white hat, riding a chestnut32 horse? Didn't get down until you were about half through with your speech, and then he rolled off, turned his horse loose and whooped33 like an Indian. I kept a weather eye on him, and when the bottom dropped out of the proceedings, I looked him up. Yes, sir, and his horse is out yonder in the stable now, and a glandered nag34 of mine is missing. The old fellow was so wrought35 up that he was in no condition to defend himself. So much for oratory36. Good-night, lad."
Bob laughed at him as he went out, and remarked to me that the speech had brought good to one man even if it had worked an injury upon another member of the human family. "And," he added, "we can't expect to help more than half of mankind at once. Dan," he said, after a thoughtful moment, "this has been a great day for me. And she was there, sitting in a buggy. And when she took my arm to-night I knew she was proud of me."
I said that her soul must have been filled with an intoxicating37 joy, and I lied, for I did not believe that she could entertain an exalted38 pride. I knew that her[Pg 250] vanity was flattered, a hard luster39 in her eye told me that, but I saw that her victory was cold and selfish. I acknowledged to myself that I had surrounded the young woman with a prejudice (and in a prejudice there is always more or less of intuition) and I tried hard to pull it apart that I might see her clearer; but the prejudice was strong and could not be torn asunder40.
Bob was undressing when I left him to go out into the yard, to walk among the trees. I loved my master, and his success I felt was my advancement41, but with all that I was wretched. To hold aloft a light that I had found was but to illumine a hopelessness.
As I passed out into the hall, I saw Titine step from the door of Miss May's room. She carried a pitcher42 in her hand and I knew that she was going to the well. I walked slowly behind her until she reached the hall below and then I called her. She stopped and looked back at me.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Going for water at this time of night?"
"When water is wanted, the time of night makes no difference," she said as I joined her to pass out upon the rear veranda43. We walked along together toward the well.
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"Titine, I don't know you any better now than I did when you first came."
"And I don't know myself any better, and are you presumed to know me better than I know myself?"
"No, I suppose not. But since that day we went to the hills you have never consented to go out alone with me."
"Don't you know why?"
"I can't say that I do."
"Then you are duller than I took you to be."
The moon was shining and the light fell full upon her face, upward turned; she was smiling and her smile was cold. We had now reached the well, and I unwound the chain to let the bucket down. She placed her arms on the curbing44 and hummed a cool tune45 of idleness, of a total lack of interest in what I might be doing.
"Yes, I do know," I said.
"Then you are no duller than I thought you were," she ceased humming long enough to say. I drew up the dripping bucket and poured the pitcher full. She reached forth46 her hand to take it.
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"Well," she said, straightening up and looking at me.
"Titine, if you and I were free—"
"If I were free I would be a nun," she broke in. "Give me the pitcher."
"Wait just a moment. Let me kiss you."
"But you are not going to break the pitcher and fight."
"Yes, I'm going to break it and fight for a kiss."
"Oh, what a fool you are. What good would breaking the pitcher do? Give it to me."
She spoke5 in a tone of such command that I gave her the vessel50, but I pleaded with her to stay longer; and now I caught her hand. She struggled to free herself but my grasp was vice-like. "Wait until I have told you something. Nature intended you for me and I am going to have you—"
She spat51 at me like an angry cat, snatched her hand away, so strong was she, and ran up the path toward the house, the water leaping from the mouth of the pitcher. I caught up with her.
"Are you offended, Titine?"
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"Oh, no, it was too good a joke. Nature intended me for you, indeed. Nature doesn't know you, simpleton. If she should meet you in the road she would say, 'who's your master, boy? Oh, young Mr. Gradley, eh? Tell him with my compliments that he possesses a very fine piece of yellow property.' Then what would you do? Tell nature that you wanted to marry another piece of yellow property? She would laugh at you and tell you to black your master's boots."
She bounded up the stairway, splashing the water, and at the top she turned to laugh at me.
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