Among the mountains of Idaho, a dark storm-cloud, ribbed with flashes of steel-edged lightning, was growing. For thirty years "King" Plummer had lived a life after his own mind, and it had been a very free life. In four or five states he was a real monarch1, and there was nothing at all derisive2 about his nickname. At fifty he was at his mental and physical zenith, never before had he felt so strong, both in body and mind, so capable of doing great deeds, and with so keen a zest3 in life. The blood flowed in a rich, red tide through his veins4, and he breathed the breath of morning like a youth.
To this big, strong man, rioting in the very fulness of life, came Mrs. Grayson's letter. He was not in Boise when it arrived there, but it was forwarded to him at a mining-camp in the very highest mountains. He read it early one morning sitting on a big rock at the edge of a valley that dropped off three thousand feet below, and first there was a shade of annoyance6 on his face, to be followed by a frown, which gave way in its turn to an angry red flush.
But while the shade of annoyance was still on his face the "King" asked, "What is she driving at?" and then, when it was replaced by the frown, he muttered, "Why does she waste so much time on Harley and a marriage for him?" and then, when the red flush came, he exclaimed, "Damn the Eastern kid!" In the mind of "King" Plummer everybody who did not live west of the Missouri River was Eastern.
He read the letter over four or five times, and it sank deeper and deeper into his soul, and as it sank it burned like fire. All that he had feared, but which he had refused to believe when he came away, was true. Sylvia did not love him, but she loved that raw youngster Harley. And here was Mrs. Grayson, the wife of a man who was under obligations to him, whom he could ruin, hinting that he give her up, and she a woman whom he had supposed to be endowed with at least ordinary intelligence.
In his wrath7, which was mighty8, "King" Plummer swore at the whole tribe of women as fickle9, heartless creatures. Then he rose to his feet, clinched10 his fist, shook it at the opposite mountain across the valley, and swore aloud at all creation. And "King" Plummer knew how to swear; he was no mealy-mouthed man; his had been a wild and tumultuous youth, and though he would never use oaths in the presence of Sylvia, he could still, in the seclusion11 of mountain or desert, let fly an imprecating volley that would burn the rocks themselves. It was apparent to some miners coming up the slope that their chief was no extinct volcano, and they wisely passed in silence on the other side.
For the present there was little grief in the "King's" outpouring; the tide of wrath was too full and sparkling to be tinged12 yet awhile by other currents, and just now it flowed most against Mrs. Grayson, who had been bold enough to tell him what he was least willing to hear. His heart, too, was full of unspoken threats, as "King" Plummer was a passionate14 man who had lived a rough life, close to the ground, and full of primitive15 emotions. And the threats he expressed in words were such as these: "They shall pay for it!" "I helped put that husband of hers where he is, I helped make him, and I can help unmake him; and, by thunder, I will do it, too!" In the hour of his wrath he hated Jimmy Grayson, and his head was filled with sudden schemes. He would "teach the man what it was to play the King of the Mountains for a sucker," and, still raging, he cast from him all the ties of party and association.
Within an hour he was on his swiftest horse, riding furiously towards Boise, his heart full of anger and his head full of plans for revenge.
Nor was he sparing in speech when he reached Boise. His words cracked so loud that the echo of them travelled several hundred miles and reached Mrs. Grayson, who was waiting vainly for a reply to a letter that she had written nearly two weeks before. Now, no reply was necessary, because this news was what she had feared, but which she had hoped would not come.
The report was winged and full of alarms. "King" Plummer, shooting out of the mountains like a cannon-ball, had made his appearance in the streets of Boise, openly denouncing Jimmy Grayson, calling him a traitor16, and saying that he would beat him if he had to ruin himself to do it. What had caused this sudden change nobody knew, but it must be something astonishing, and it behooved17 the candidate to explain himself quickly.
The loyal soul of the candidate's wife flashed back an angry reply across the five hundred miles of mountain and desert. If "King" Plummer was not the man she had hoped he was, then they preferred that they should fight him rather than have him as a false friend. Yet there was in her heart a throb18 of admiration19 for him, because he was willing to throw everything overboard for the love of a woman.
The defection clothed the whole train in the deepest gloom. Tremaine spoke13 for the group when he said it was all up with Jimmy Grayson, and the others did not have the heart even to pretend to a different belief. With a Plummer defection on one side and a Goodnight falling away on the other, there was no hope left for a party which even with these wings faithful had only a desperate fighting chance.
Harley was thoroughly20 miserable21. He could guess--no, he did not guess, he knew the cause of "King" Plummer's bolt, and he knew, too, that if it were not for himself it would never have occurred; he had wrecked23 all the future of others, nor in making such a wreck22 had he secured his own happiness, provided even that he was selfish enough to be happy when others were ruined.
Sylvia, too, was sunk in the depths. She did not have to be told that her aunt had written to Mr. Plummer; she guessed that Mr. Plummer had received some warning, some message, it did not matter from whom, nothing else could cause him to burst forth24 with such violence, and the very nature of the case forbade her from speaking; she could only keep silent, knowing that significant talk was going on all around her, and pass sleepless25 nights and troubled days.
The situation brought a thrill of satisfaction and interest to one man on the train, and he was Churchill. The cumulative27 effect of "King" Plummer's bolt might force Jimmy Grayson off the track, and it was not yet too late to put up another candidate. Such a thing had never been done, but that was no reason why it could not succeed, and he telegraphed Mr. Goodnight that Mr. Grayson was very despondent28, and that those about him knew he did not have a ghost of a chance.
Churchill guessed close to the cause of the Plummer bolt, but he was not sure, and for that and other reasons he at once sought an interview with the nominee29.
Mr. Grayson was courteous30, and seemingly not as despondent as Churchill had described him. He said that he could not speak of Mr. Plummer's defection, because he had no official knowledge of the fact; it was merely report, and hence he could not comment on what was not proved. Mr. Churchill, he knew, would readily recognize the unfitness of such a thing, nor could he tell what he should do in supposititious cases, because, even if the latter came true, circumstances might give them another appearance.
Churchill skirmished as delicately as he could about the subject of Sylvia and the surmise31 that she was the key to the situation, which, if true, would make one of the greatest stories told in a newspaper; but here the candidate was impervious32. Not only was he impervious, but he seemed to be densely33 ignorant; all the hints of Churchill glided34 off him like arrows from a steel breast-plate, all the most delicate and skilful35 art of the interviewer failed. So far as concerned the subject of politics, Sylvia was unknown to Mr. Grayson. Baffled upon this interesting point, Churchill retired36 to write his interview; but as he rested his pad upon the car-seat and sharpened his pencil he flung out a feeler or two.
"I say, Hobart," he said to the mystery man, who sat just in front of him, "I think there's something at the bottom of this Plummer revolt that we haven't probed. Now, isn't it the truth that Miss Morgan has thrown him over, and that he is taking his revenge on her uncle?"
Hobart glanced up the car, and noticed that Harley was not within hearing. Then he replied, gravely:
"Churchill, I don't believe that Miss Morgan has broken her engagement with the 'King'--she'll marry him yet if he says so--but I do believe that she has some connection with this affair. What it is, I don't know, and I'm mighty glad that I don't have to speak of it in my despatches; it's too intangible."
But Churchill was not so scrupulous38. Without giving any names, he wove into his four-thousand-word despatch37 a very beautiful and touching39 romance, in which Jimmy Grayson figured rather badly--in fact, somewhat as an evil genius--and the _Monitor_, dealing40 in the fine vein5 of irony41 which it considered its strongest card, wrote scornfully of a campaign into which personal issues were obtruding42 to such an extent that they were shattering it. The _Monitor_ still affected43 to see some good in Mr. Grayson, but put the bad in such high relief that the good merely set it off, like those little patches that ladies wear on their faces. And the mystery of the Plummer bolt, involving a young and beautiful woman, just hinted at in the despatches, heightened the effect of the story. "King" Plummer himself appeared to the reading public as a martyr44, and even to many old partisans45 party rebellion seemed in this case honorable and heroic.
For a day or so Harley scarcely spoke to any one, and, as far as was possible within the limited confines of a train, he avoided Sylvia. He did not wish to see her, because he was strengthening himself to carry out a great resolution which he meant to take. In this crisis he turned to only one person, and that was Mr. Heathcote, who he felt would give him advice that was right and true.
When Harley told Mr. Heathcote of his purpose, the committeeman's face became grave, but he said, "It is the hard thing for you to do, although it is the best thing." An hour later, Harley sent to his editor in New York a despatch, asking to be recalled; he said there had arisen personal reasons which would make him valueless for the rest of the campaign, and he felt that the _Gazette_ would be the gainer if he were transferred to another field of activity.
Harley felt a deep pang46, and he did not attempt to disguise it from himself, when he sent this telegram, but after it was gone his conscience came to his relief, although he still avoided the presence of Sylvia with great care. But the pang was repeated many times, as he sat silent among his companions and calculated how he could leave them that night and get a train for New York in the morning.
He was still sitting among them about the twilight47 hour when the conductor handed him a telegraphic despatch, and Harley knew that it was from his editor, who had a high appreciation48 of his merits, both personal and professional. The message was brief and pointed49. It said: "Can't understand your request for a transfer. Your despatches from the campaign best work you have ever done; not only have all news, but write from the inside; you present the candidate as he is. Have telegraphed Mr. Grayson asking if there is any quarrel, and in reply he makes special request that you represent _Gazette_ with him to the end. Stay till you are sent for, and don't bother me again."
Harley read it over a second time. Despite himself he smiled, and he smiled because he felt a throb of pleasure. "Good old chief," he said, and he understood now that a refusal of his request was a hope that he had dared not utter to himself. But he knew that he should have taken the great risk.
He showed the despatch to Mr. Heathcote, and the committeeman was sincerely glad.
"Your editor has done his duty," he said.
Mr. Grayson did not allude50 to the subject, and Harley respected his silence, although devoutly51 grateful for the reply that he had made.
Other telegrams caused by the threatened revolt in the mountains were also passing; some of them stopped at the house of Mr. Plummer, in Boise, and upon the trail of one of these telegrams, a forcible one, came a thin-faced and quiet but alert man, Mr. Henry Crayon, who in his way was a power in both the financial and political worlds. Mr. Crayon was perhaps the most trusted of the lieutenants52 of the Honorable Clinton Goodnight, and the two had held a long conference before his departure for the West, agreeing at the end of it that "it was time to make a move, and after that move to spring a live issue."
Mr. Crayon was fairly well informed of the causes that agitated53 the soul of "King" Plummer, and as he shot westward54 on a Limited Continental55 Express he considered the best way of approach, inclining as always to delicate but incisive56 methods. Long before he reached Boise his mind was well made up, and he felt content because he anticipated no difficulty in handling the crude mountaineer, who was unused to the ways of diplomacy57.
He found the "King" in Boise, still hot and sulky. Mr. Plummer had not heard anything in person from the Graysons, nor had he sent any message to them, and the mountains were full of talk about his bolt, which was now spoken of as an accepted fact.
Mr. Crayon's first meeting with Mr. Plummer came about in quite an accidental and easy way--Mr. Crayon saw to that--and the Easterner was deferential58, as became one who had so little experience of the West, who, in case he was presumptuous59, was likely to be reminded that Idaho was nearly twenty times as large as Connecticut and twice as large as the state of New York itself. After making himself pleasant by humility60 and requests for advice, Mr. Crayon glided warily61 into the subject of politics. He disclosed to Mr. Plummer how much a powerful faction26 in the party was displeased62 with Mr. Grayson, and the equally important fact that this faction felt the necessity of speedy action of some kind.
They were at that moment in a secluded63 corner of the reading-room of the chief hotel in Boise, and Mr. Crayon had ordered a pleasant and powerful Western concoction64 which he and Mr. Plummer sipped65 as they talked. The "King's" face was red, partly with the sun and partly with the anger that still burned him. Mr. Crayon's words fell soothingly66 upon his ear--Mr. Crayon had a quiet, mellow67 voice--and his sense of injury at the hands of Jimmy Grayson deepened. What right had Jimmy Grayson or Jimmy Grayson's wife, which was the same thing, to interfere68 in his private affairs? And it was only a step from one's private life to one's public life. Wrong in one, wrong in the other. Mr. Crayon, watching him keenly though covertly70, was pleased with the varying expressions that passed over the unbearded portions of the "King's" face. He read there anger, jealousy71, and revenge, and he said to himself that he would bend this man, big and strong as he was, to his will.
Mr. Crayon now grew bolder. He said that the minority within the party, which, for the present, he represented, was resolved to come to an issue with Mr. Grayson; the destinies of a great party, and possibly the country, could not be put in the hands of a man who had neither the proper dignity nor the proper sense of responsibility. Thus far he went, and then the wily Mr. Crayon stopped to notice the effect.
It seemed to him to be favorable, and Mr. Crayon was an acute man. The "King" drank a little of his liquor and nodded his head. Yes, he had been fooled in Jimmy Grayson, he had thought that he was as true as steel, but there was a flaw in the steel; Jimmy Grayson had done him a great injury, and he was not a man who turned one cheek when the other was smitten72; he smote73 back with all his might, and his own hand was pretty heavy.
Mr. Crayon smiled--all things were certainly going well; he had caught Mr. Plummer at the right moment, and there was no doubt of the impression that he was making. Then he went a little further; he suggested that a certain important issue not hitherto discussed in the campaign was going to be brought up, even now they were proposing to present it in the West, and Mr. Grayson would have to declare himself either for or against it--there was no middle ground. Mr. Crayon again stopped and observed the "King" with the same covert69 but careful glance. The face of Mr. Plummer obviously bore the stamp of approval; moreover, he nodded, and, thus encouraged, Mr. Crayon went further and further, telling why the issue was so great, and why it must be presented to the public without delay.
Mr. Plummer asked him to name the issue, and when Mr. Crayon did so, without reserve, the "King's" face once more bore the stamp of approval, and he nodded his head again.
"If Mr. Grayson accepts the law as we lay it down," said Mr. Crayon, with satisfaction, "he places himself in our hands and we control him. Our policies prevail, and, if he becomes President of the United States, we remain the power that rules him, and that, therefore, rules the country. If he resists us, well, that is the end of him!"
Mr. Crayon had lighted a cigar, and as he said "that is the end of him" he flicked74 off the ash with a quick gesture that had in it the touch of finality.
Mr. Plummer said nothing, and Mr. Crayon was content; he could do enough talking for two.
"Mr. Goodnight and other of my associates are coming West very soon," he continued. "The velvet75 glove will be taken off, and it is high time."
Then they went forth into the streets of Boise and they were seen walking together by many people, to which Mr. Crayon was not averse76, and in an hour three or four local correspondents were sending eastward77 vivid despatches stating that Mr. Crayon, the representative of the conservative and dissatisfied minority in the party, was in Boise in close conference with "King" Plummer, the political ruler of the mountains. And the burden of all these despatches was fast-coming evil for Jimmy Grayson.
Nor was the candidate long in hearing of it. The very next day a Boise newspaper containing a full first-page account of it reached them, and was read aloud to the party by Mr. Heathcote. Mr. Grayson made no comment as it was being read, but Harley once saw his face darken and his lips close tightly together; this was the only sign that he gave, and it quickly passed.
But the others were not so chary78 of words. The train was full of indignant comment, and the ears of "King" Plummer in the distance must have burned.
"I could not have believed it of him," said Mr. Heathcote. "It is untrue to the man's whole nature, even if he is swayed suddenly by some powerful emotion."
Hobart glanced at Sylvia, who had withdrawn79 to the far end of the car, where she was apparently80 gazing at the mountains that fled by, although she said not one word and her face was red. Nor did Harley join in the talk, but, taking advantage of the slight bustle81 caused by Mr. Grayson's retirement82 to the drawing-room, he took refuge in a day car to which their own coach was attached for the time. That evening, while the others were at dinner, he saw Sylvia alone.
"I ought to tell you," she said, "that I have asked to leave the train, but my aunt has refused to consent to it. She says she needs me, and as I cannot go now to my old home in Boise, it is better for me to stay with her. I have heard that you asked to be recalled to the East, and I honor you for it."
"Are you sorry that my request was refused?" asked Harley.
"No, I am not sorry; I am glad," she replied. "Why should I tell an untruth about what is so great a matter to both of us? But it cannot change anything."
Harley felt that this was, indeed, a maid well worth winning, and his hope yet to find a way, which had been weakened somewhat lately, grew high again. That night wild resolves ran through his mind. He would sacrifice his pride, hitherto an unthinkable thing--he would see "King" Plummer and tell him that Sylvia and he loved each other, that neither of them could possibly be happy unless they were wedded84, then he would appeal to the older man's generosity85; he would tell him how Sylvia loyally meant to keep her word and pay her debt of gratitude86 with herself, then he would ask him to release her from the promise. But he gave up the idea as one that required too much; he could never humiliate87 himself so far, and even then it would be a humiliation88 without result.
If Harley had undertaken to carry out such a wild idea, he would have found it difficult, because no one in the party then knew where "King" Plummer was; they were hearing of him all over the West, and the Denver, Salt Lake, and smaller newspapers were filled with accounts of his doings, all colored highly. His bolt, they said, was now an accomplished89 fact; he showed the deepest hostility90 to the candidate, and he was also in constant correspondence with a powerful and dissatisfied wing in the East.
Mr. Grayson never said a word, he never spoke of Mr. Plummer in any of his speeches, and Harley believed there was only sadness in his mind, not anger, whenever he thought of the "King."
But there could be no doubt of the effect of all these events upon the campaign; to the public Jimmy Grayson seemed as one lost in the wilderness91, and only in the mountains, where the people were far from the great centres of information, did they yet cherish a hope of his election. Churchill wrote to the _Monitor_ that Jimmy Grayson himself had abandoned hope.
Ominous92 rumblings were coming from the East, too. Goodnight, Crayon, and their friends had found a pretext93 upon which to take drastic action, and they were about to take it.
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