They were to start at dawn the next day, going back to Chicago, where the campaign would be opened, and Harley, ever alert, was dressing1 while it was yet dusk. From a corner of the dining-room, where he snatched a quick breakfast, he saw the sun shoot out of the prairie like a great red cannon-ball and the world swim up into a sea of rosy2 light. Then he ran for the special train, which was puffing3 and whistling at the station, and the flock of correspondents was at his heels.
Harley saw Mr. and Mrs. Grayson alighting from a cab, and, satisfied with the one glance, he entered the car and sought his place. Always, like the trained soldier, he located his camp, or rather base, before beginning his operations, and he made himself comfortable there with his fellows until the train was well clear of the city and the straggling suburbs that hung to it like a ragged4 fringe. Then he decided5 to go into the next coach to see Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, making, as it were, a dinner call.
The candidate and his wife had taken the drawing-room, not from any desire of his for seclusion6 or as an artificial aid to greatness, but because he saw that it was necessary if he would have any time for thought or rest. Harley approached the compartment7, expecting to be announced by the porter, but a veiled lady in the seat next to it rose up before him. She lifted the veil, which was not a disguise, instead being intended merely as a protection against the dust that one gathers on a railroad journey, and Harley stopped in surprise.
"And so you see, Mr. Correspondent," she said, "that your farewell was useless. You behold8 me again inside of twelve hours. I wanted to tell you last night that I was going on this train, as Uncle James has great confidence in my political judgment9 and feels the constant need of my advice, but I was afraid you would not believe me. So I have preferred to let you see for yourself."
She gave Harley a look which he could not interpret as anything but saucy10, and his attention was called again by the bold, fine curve of her chin, and he was saying to himself: "A wild life in the mountains surely develops courage and self-reliance, but at the expense of the more delicate and more attractive qualities." Then he said aloud, and politely:
"I see no reason, Miss Morgan, why you should have credited me with a lack of faith in your word. Have I said anything to induce such a belief in your mind?"
"No, you have merely looked it."
"I do not always look as I feel," said Harley, in embarrassment11, "and I want to tell you, Miss Morgan, that I am very glad you are going with us on this Chicago trip."
"You look as if you meant that," she said, gravely; "but if I am to take you at your word, you mean nothing of the kind."
"I do mean it; I assure you I do," said Harley, hastily. "But are Mr. and Mrs. Grayson ready to receive visitors?"
"That depends. I am not sure that I want Uncle James interviewed so early in the day. At least I want to know in advance the subject of the interview. You can give me, as it were, the heads of your discourse12. Come, tell me, and I will render a decision."
She regarded Harley with a grave face, and he was divided between vexation and a sort of reluctant admiration13 of her coolness. She was bold and forward, not to say impertinent, but she seemed wholly unconscious of it, and, after all, she was from one of the wildest parts of Idaho. He kindly14 excused much of her conduct on the ground of early association.
"I do not seek to interview any one," he said; "I merely wish to pay my respects to Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, having been their guest, as you know."
"Oh, then you can go in," she said, and, calling to the porter, she told him to announce Mr. Harley, of the New York _Gazette_. "Of the New York _Gazette_," she said again, with what Harley considered unnecessary repetition and emphasis, and he had a new count against her.
Mr. and Mrs. Grayson received him with courtesy, even with warmth, and Harley saw that he had made new progress in their esteem15. He remained with them only a few minutes, and he said nothing about the objectionable conduct of Miss Morgan, who had set herself as a guard upon their door. He deemed it wiser to make no reference to her at all, because she was only an insignificant16 and momentary17 incident of the campaign, not really relevant. Chicago was merely a beginning, and they would drop her there. When he returned from the drawing-room, she was still sitting near the door, and at his appearance she looked up pertly.
"Did you find him in a good-humor?" she asked.
"I think Mr. Grayson is always in a good-humor, or at least he is able to appear so."
"I doubt whether perpetual good-humor, or the appearance of it, is desirable. One ought to make a difference in favor of friends; I do not care to present an amiable18 face to my enemies."
She pursed up her lips and looked thoughtful.
"When Uncle James goes to Washington to take the Presidency," she continued, "he will need me to protect him from the people who have no business with him."
"I hope the last remark is not personal?"
"Oh no," she said; "I recognize the fact that the press must be tolerated."
Harley again felt piqued19, and, not willing to retire with the sense of defeat fresh upon him, he sat down near her and began to talk to her of her Western life. He wished to know more about the genesis and progress of a girl who seemed to him so strange, but he was not able to confine her to certain channels of narrative21. She was flippant and vague, full of allusions22 to wild things like Indians or buffaloes23 or grizzly24 bears, but with no detailed25 statement, and Harley gathered that her childhood had been in complete touch with these primitive26 facts. Only such early associations could account for the absence of so many conventions.
The correspondents who travelled with Harley were mostly men of experience, readily adaptable27, and the addition of a new member to Mr. Grayson's party could not escape their attention. Harley was surprised and shocked to find that all of them were well acquainted with Miss Morgan inside of six hours, and that they seemed to be much better comrades with her than he had been. Hobart, the most frivolous28 of the lot, and the most careless of speech, returning from the Grayson car, informed him that she was a "great girl, as fine as silk."
"And what if it does?" replied Hobart, coolly. "I often find the Bowery both terse30 and truthful31. And in this case the expression fits Miss Morgan. She's the real article--no fuss and frills, just a daughter of the West, never pretending that she is what she isn't. I heard her speak of you, Harley, and I don't think she likes you, old man. What have you been doing?"
"I hope I have been behaving as a gentleman should," replied Harley, with some asperity32; "and if I have been unlucky enough to incur33 her dislike, I shall endure it as best I can."
"But you are missing a good time," said Hobart. "There are not less than a dozen of us at her feet, and the Grayson car is full of jollity. I'm going back."
He returned to the car, and Harley was left alone just then, as he wished to be, and with an effort he dismissed Miss Morgan from his thoughts. Mr. Grayson would speak that night in Chicago, and an audience of twenty thousand people was assured; this fact and the other one, that it would be his initial address, making the event of the first importance.
Harley as a correspondent was able not only to chronicle facts, which is no great feat20, but also to tell why, to state the connection between them, and to re-create the atmosphere in which those facts occurred and which made them possible. He was well aware that a fact was dependent for its quality--that is, for its degree of good or evil--upon its surrounding atmosphere, just as a man is influenced by the air that he breathes, and for this reason he wished to send in advance a despatch36 about Mr. Grayson and his personality as created by his birth and associations.
He rested his pad on the car-seat and began to write, but Miss Morgan intruded37 herself in the first line. This question of character, created by environment, would apply to her as well as to her uncle; but Harley, angrily refusing to consider it, tore off the sheet of paper and, throwing it on the floor, began again. The second trial was more successful, and he soon became absorbed in the effort to describe Mr. Grayson and his remarkable38 personality, which might be either deep and complex or of the simplest Western type.
As he wrote Harley became more and more absorbed in his subject, and with the absorption came spontaneity. He did not know how well he was writing, nor what a vivid picture he was presenting to the vast Eastern population to whom Jimmy Grayson was as yet but a name. It was a despatch that became famous, reprinted all over the Union, and quoted as the first description of the candidate as he really was--that is, of the man. And yet Harley, reading it days later, recognized in it something that nobody else saw. It was a blend. In every fourth line Sylvia Morgan again, and despite his efforts, had obtruded39 herself. He had borrowed something from her to add to Jimmy Grayson, and he felt that he had been seeking excuses for her manner.
But this fact did not impinge upon Harley now, when he read the despatch preparatory to filing it at Chicago. He merely felt that he had made an attempt to solve Jimmy Grayson, and in doing so had fulfilled his duty.
As he folded up the article the loud voice of Hobart hailed him from the other end of the car, and he beheld40 that irresponsible man entering with the candidate's niece.
"You see what he has been about all this time, Miss Morgan?" said Hobart. "He has been at work. Harley, you know, is the only conscientious41 man among us."
"I have remarked already his devotion to duty," she said, sedately42; "but do you think, Mr. Hobart, we should disturb him now? We do not know that he has finished his task."
Harley flushed. He did not wish to be thought a prig or one who made a pretence43 of great industry, and, although Miss Morgan's voice was without expression, he believed that irony44 lay hidden somewhere in it.
"You are mistaken," he said; "my work is over, for the time, at least. It was something that had to be done, or I should not have stolen off here alone."
Then he went back with them to the Grayson car, where a joyous45 group had gathered. Mr. and Mrs. Grayson were in the drawing-room, with the door shut, working upon the candidate's speech at Chicago, Harley surmised46, and hence there was no restraint. Of this group the girl from Idaho was the centre and the sun. She seemed to be on good terms with them all, to the great surprise of Harley, who had known her longer than they, and who had not been able to get on with her at all, and he sat rather on the fringe of the throng47, saying but little.
Again she inspired him with hostility48; she seemed, as before, too bold, too boisterous49, too much the mountain maid, although he could not analyze50 any particular incident as wrong in itself. And clearly she had won the liking51, even the admiration, of his associates, all of whom were men of wide experience. Tremaine, the dean of the corps52, a ruddy, white-haired old fellow, who had written despatches from the Russo-Turkish war, which was ancient history to Harley, warmed visibly to Miss Morgan. "It is always the way with those old gallants," was Harley's silent comment. But he had never before characterized Tremaine in such a manner.
He was afraid of her sharp tongue, knowing that a woman in such respects is never averse53 to taking an unfair advantage of a man; but she paid no heed54 to him, talking with the others and passing over him as if he had not been present; and, while this was what he wanted in the first place, yet, now that he had it, he resented it as something undeserved. But if she would not speak to him, he, too, would keep silence, a silence which he was convinced had in it a disdainful quality; hence it was not without a certain comfort and satisfaction.
But Harley was forced to admit that if she was of the bold and boisterous type, she was a favorable specimen55 within those unfavorable limits. While she was familiar, in a measure, with these men, yet she was able to keep them at the proper distance, and no one presumed, in any respect. She radiated purity and innocence56, and it was to ignorance only that Harley now charged her faults.
They reached Chicago the next morning, and at noon Hobart knocked at the door of Harley's room at the hotel.
"There is some idle time this afternoon," said Hobart, "and Tremaine and I have asked Miss Morgan to go driving. She has accepted, but it takes four to make a party, and you are the lucky fourth."
He allowed no protestations, and, after all, Harley, who had been under much strain for some time, was not averse to an hour or two in the fresh air.
"Miss Morgan has never been in Chicago before," said Hobart, "and it is our duty to show it to her."
Hobart, who drove, put Miss Morgan upon the seat beside him, and Tremaine and Harley, who sat behind, occupied what was to some extent the post of disadvantage; but Tremaine, safe in his years, would not permit the rear seat to be neglected. He talked constantly, and her face, of necessity, was often turned to them, giving Harley opportunity to see that it had a most becoming flush.
She had an eager interest in everything--the tall buildings, the wind-swept streets, and the glimpses of the wide, green lake. Harley saw that Chicago bulked much more largely in her imagination than in his, and he began to fear that he had been neglectful; it was the most concrete expression of the West, and, as the greatest achievement of a new people in city building, it deserved attention for qualities peculiarly its own, and there could be no doubt either of Miss Morgan's admiration or pleasure. She was seeking neither for the old nor the picturesque57, which are not always synonymous, but was in full sympathy with the fresh, active, and, on the whole, joyous life around her. It was sufficient to her to be a part of the human tide, and to feel by contact the keenness and zest58 of the human endeavor. She was not troubled by the absence of ruins.
"But the city is flat and unpicturesque," once said Harley.
"All the better," she rejoined. "I have so much of silence and grandeur59 in Idaho that I enjoy the sight of two million people at work on this billiard-table that is Chicago. I like my own kind, I like to talk to it and have it talk to me. I suppose that the mountains have a voice, but the voice is too big for perpetual conversation with a poor little mortal like myself. After a while I want to come down to my own level, and I find it here."
Harley glanced at her. The flush was still on her face, and there was a soft light in her eyes. He could not doubt that she was sincere, and she started in his mind thoughts that were not altogether new to him; he wondered if excessive reverence60 for the antique did not indicate a detachment from the present, and therefore from life itself, and, as a logical sequence, a lack of feeling for one's own kind. He had heard an elderly man from Chicago, dragged about by his wife and daughters in Rome, exclaim in disgust, "I would not give a single street corner in Chicago for all Rome!" The elderly Chicagoan had been drowned in derisive61 laughter, but Harley could understand his point of view, and now, as he remembered him, he had for him a fellow-feeling.
Hobart took them through many streets, one much like another, and then over a white asphalt drive beside the great lake. The shores were low, but to Harley the lake had the calm restlessness and expanse of the sea, and the wind had the same keen tang that comes over miles of salt. He saw the girl's eyes linger upon the vast sheet of green, and the incipient62 hostility that he felt towards her disappeared for a time. Somewhere in her nature, strait though the place might be, there was a feeling for fine things, and he felt a kindred glow.
They were rather quiet when they drove back towards the hotel, but she spoke at last of her uncle James and his speech that night, which might justify63 the expectations of either his friends or his enemies. There had grown up lately in the theatrical64 world a practice of "trying a new piece on the dog"--that is, of presenting it first in some small town which was not too particular--but now the political world was moving differently in this particular case. The candidate was to make his first appearance in one of the greatest of cities, before two million people, so to speak, and the ordeal65 would be so severe that Harley found himself apprehensive66 for Jimmy Grayson's sake. The feeling was shared by his niece.
"You don't think he will fail, do you?" she said, in an appealing tone to Hobart.
"Fail!" replied that irrepressible optimist67. "He can't fail! The bigger the crowd the better he will rise to the occasion."
But she did not seem to be wholly convinced by Hobart's cheerfulness, which was too general in its nature--that is, inclusive of everything--and turned to Harley and Tremaine as if seeking confirmation68.
"It will be a terrible test," said Harley, frankly69, "but I feel sure that Mr. Grayson will pass it with glory. He is a born orator70, and he has courage."
"I thank you for your belief," she said, giving Harley a swift glance of gratitude71, and unaccountably he felt a pleasing glow at the first gracious words she had ever spoken to him.
"I could not bear it if he failed," she continued. "He is my uncle, and he is our own Western man. What things would be in the newspapers to-morrow!"
"If Mr. Grayson should fail to-night, he would recover himself at his second speech; he has your spirit, you know," said the ancient Tremaine.
But she did not seem to relish72 his elderly gallantry. "How do you know I have spirit?" she asked. "I have done nothing to indicate it."
"I inferred it," replied he, bowing, but she only lifted her chin incredulously, and Tremaine subsided73, his suppression giving Harley some quiet enjoyment74.
They returned, chiefly in silence, to the hotel. The dusk was coming down over the great city, and with it a grayish mist that hid the walls of the buildings, although the electric lights in lofty stories twinkled through it like signal-fires from hill-tops. Miss Morgan seemed subdued75, and at the hotel door she said to them in dismissal: "I thank you; you have given me much pleasure."
"I rather think that she is wrapped up in Mr. Grayson's success," said Hobart, "and, as she intimates, it will come pretty near to breaking her heart if he fails."
"I imagine that Grayson will make a display of provincialism to-night," he said. "America will have to blush for herself. I have copies of the _Monitor_, and all our London cables show the greatest amazement77 in Great Britain and on the Continent that we should put up such an _outre_ Western character for President, one of the Boys, you know."
"The Grayson of the _Monitor_ is not the Grayson of reality," replied Harley, "and the opinion of Europe does not matter, because Europe knows nothing about Mr. Grayson."
"Oh, I see! You are falling under the influence," said Churchill, nastily.
"What do you mean?" demanded Harley.
But Churchill would not answer. He sauntered away still sneering. Harley looked after him angrily, but concluded in a few moments that his wrath78 was not worth while--Churchill, trained to look always in the wrong direction could never see anything right.
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