On the outbreak of a bygone rudeness between the United States and Spain, one free and entirely2 uncurbed metropolitan4 paper, unable to adequately express its violent emotions on the subject, utilised its whole front page with the one word “War!” printed in red ink, and since this edition was jumped off the press as fast as that word could be matrixed and cast, there was not another line anywhere in the paper about the subject which was so prominently indexed, and the read-overs about the latest briberies5 and murders and scandals had no beginnings at all. But that was good journalism6. The public had been expecting war for some days. They knew what it was all about, and here it was. They bought up that edition with avidity, and read the one word of news, which they had seen from afar, and threw down the paper, satisfied.
Now, however, the free and entirely uncurbed, having risen most gloriously in the past to every emergency, no matter how great, positively7 floundered in the very wealth of its opportunities. To begin with, the free and entirely uncurbed, usually a unit in what constituted the news of the day, found itself ignominiously8 scattered9, foozled in its judgment10, inadequate11 in its expression of anything; and one brilliant head writer, after trying in vain to combine the diverse elements of this uncomfortably huge sensation, landed on the single 335word “Yow!” and went out, in a daze12, for a drink. One paper landed on the Franco-German War as the leading thrill in this overly rich combination of news, one took up the greed of Allison, one featured the world monopoly, one the assured downfall of England, and one, that represented by the squib, the general absorption of everything by the cereal trust.
Saturday night, however, saw no late extras. The “story” was too big to touch without something more tangible13 than the word of even so substantial a man as Gerald Fosland; and long before any of the twelve eager young gentlemen had reached the office, the scout14 brigade, hundreds strong, were sniffing15 over every trail and yelping16 over every scent17.
They traced the visiting diplomats18 from the time they had stepped down their respective gangplanks to the time they walked up them again. They besieged19 and bombarded and beleaguered20 the eight members of the International Transportation Company, or as many of them as they could locate, and they even found their way out to Gerald Fosland’s yacht, in mad pursuit of Eldridge Babbitt. Here, however, they were foiled, for Gerald, ordering the anchor hoist21 at the first hail, stepped out on the deck from his belated dinner, and informed the gentlemen of the press that the rights of hospitality on his yacht would be held inviolate22, whereupon he headed for Sandy Hook. The scout brigade were also unable to locate Joseph G. Clark, the only multi-millionaire in America able to crawl in a hole and pull the hole in after him, Robert E. Taylor, who never permitted anybody but a personal friend to speak to him from dinner time on, and Edward E. Allison, of whom there had been no trace since noon. They might just as well not have found 336the others, for neither Chisholm, nor Haverman, nor Grandin, nor Vance, could be induced to make any admissions, be trapped into a yes or no, or grunt23 in the wrong place. They had grown up with the art of interviewing, and had kept one lap ahead of it, in obedience24 to nature’s first law, which, as every school boy knows, though older people may have forgotten it, is the law of self-preservation.
Until three o’clock in the morning every newspaper office in New York was a scene of violent gloom. Throughout all the city, and into many outside nooks and crannies, were hundreds of human tentacles25, burrowing26 like moles27 into the sandy soil of news, but unearthing28 nothing of any value. The world’s biggest sensation was in those offices, and they couldn’t touch it with a pair of tongs29! Nor were libel suits, or any such trivial considerations, in the minds of the astute30 managers of the free and entirely uncurbed. The deterrent31 was that the interests involved were so large that one might as well sit on a keg of gunpowder32 and light it, as to make the slightest of errors. The gentlemen mentioned as the organisers of the International Transportation Company collectively owned about all the money, and all the power, and all the law, in the gloriously independent United States of America; and if they got together on any one subject, such as the squashing of a newspaper, for instance, something calm and impressive was likely to happen. On the other hand, if the interesting story the free and entirely uncurbed had in its possession were true, the squashing would be reversed, and the freeness and entirely uncurbedness would be still more firmly seated than ever, which is the palladium of our national liberties; and Heaven be good to us.
337It was a distressing33 evening. Whole reams of copy, more throbbing34 than any fiction, more potent35 than any explosion, more consequential36 than any war, hung on the “hold” hooks, and grew cold! Whole banks of galleys37 of the same gorgeous stuff stood on the racks, set and revised, and ready to be plated, and not a line of it could be released!
Towards morning there was an army of newspaper men so worried and distressed38, and generally consumed with the mad passion of restraint, that there was scarcely a fingernail left in the profession, and frightened-eyed copy boys hid behind doors. Suddenly a dozen telegraph operators, in as many offices, jumped from their desks, as if they had all been touched at the same instant by a powerful current from their instruments, and shouted varying phrases, a composite of which would be nearest expressed by:
“Let ’er go!”
It had been eight o’clock in the evening in New York when Gerald Fosland had first given out his information, and at that moment it was one A.M. in Berlin. At three A.M., Berlin time, which was ten P.M. in New York, the Baron39 von Slachten, who had been detained by an unusual stress of diplomatic business, strolled to his favourite café. At three-five, the Baron von Slachten became the most thought about man in his city, but the metropolitan press of Berlin is slightly fettered40 and more or less curbed3, and there are certain formalities to be observed. It is probable, therefore, that the Baron might have gone about his peaceful way for two or three days, had not a fool American, in the advertising41 branch of one of the New York papers, in an entire ignorance of decent formalities, walked straight 338out Unter den1 Linden, to Baron von Slachten’s favourite café, and, picking out the Baron at a table with four bushy-faced friends, made this cheerful remark, in the manner and custom of journalists in his native land:
“Well, Baron, the International Transportation Company has confessed. Could you give me a few words on the subject?”
The Baron, who had been about to drink a stein of beer, set down his half liter and stared at the young man blankly. His face turned slowly yellow, and he rose.
“Lass bleiben,” the Baron ordered the handy persons who were about to remove the cheerful advertising representative and incarcerate42 him for life, and then the Baron walked stolidly43 out of the café, and rode home, and wrote for an hour or so, and ate a heavy early breakfast, and returned to his study, and obligingly shot himself.
This was at seven A.M., Berlin time, which was two A.M., in New York; and owing to the nervousness of an old woman servant, the news reached New York at three A.M., and the big wheels began to go around.
Where was Edward E. Allison? There was nothing the free and entirely uncurbed wanted to know so much as that; but the f. and e. u. was doomed44 to disappointment in that one desire of its heart. Even as he had stumbled down the steps of the Sargent house, Allison was aware of the hideous45 thing he had done; aware, too, that Jim Sargent was as violent as good-natured men are apt to be. This thought, it must be said in justice to Allison, came last and went away first. It was from himself that he tried to run away, when he shot his runabout up through the Park and into the north country, and, by devious46 roads, to a place which had come to him as if by inspiration; the Willow47 Club, 339which was only open in the summertime, and employed a feeble old caretaker in the winter. To this haven48, bleak49 and cold as his own numbed51 soul, Allison drove in mechanical firmness, and ran his machine back into the garage, and closed the doors on it, and walked around to the kitchen, where he found old Peabody smoking a corncob pipe, and laboriously52 mending a pair of breeches.
“Why, howdy, Mr. Allison,” greeted Peabody, rising, and shoving up his spectacles. “It’s a treat to see anybody these days. I ain’t had a visitor for nigh onto a month. There ain’t any provisions in the house, but if you’d like anything I can run over to the village and get it. I got a jug53 of my own, if you’d like a little snifter. How’s things in the city?” and still rambling54 on with unanswered questions and miscellaneous offers and club grounds information, he pottered to the corner cupboard, and produced his jug, and poured out a glass of whiskey.
“Thanks,” said Allison, and drank the liquor mechanically. He was shuddering55 with the cold, but he had not noticed it until now. He glanced around the room slowly and curiously56, as if he had not seen it before. “I think I’ll stay out here over night,” he told Peabody. “I’ll occupy the office. If any one rings the phone, don’t answer.”
“Yes-sir,” replied Peabody. “Tell you what I’ll do, Mr. Allison. I’ll muffle57 the bell. I guess I better light a fire in the office.”
“Eh? Yes. Oh yes. Yes, you might light a fire.”
“Get you a nice chicken maybe.”
“Eh? Yes. Oh yes. Yes.”
“Chicken or steak? Or maybe some chops.”
“Anything you like,” and Allison went towards the 340office. At the door he turned. “You’ll understand, Peabody, that I have come here to be quiet. I wish to be entirely alone, with certain important matters which I must decide. If anybody should happen to drop in, get rid of him. Do not say that I am here or have been here.”
“Yes-sir,” replied Peabody. “I know how it is that away. I want to be by myself, often. Shall I make up the bed in the east room or the west room? Seems to me the west room is a little pleasanter.”
Allison went into the office, and closed the door after him. It was damp and chill in there, but he did not notice it. He sat down in the swivel chair behind the flat top desk, and rested his chin in his hands, and stared out of the window at the bleak and dreary58 landscape. Just within his range of vision was a lonely little creek59, shadowed by a mournful drooping60 willow which had given the Club its name, and in the wintry breeze it waved its long tendrils against the leaden grey sky. Allison fixed61 his eyes on that oddly beckoning62 tree, and strove to think. Old Peabody came pottering in, and with many a clang and clatter63 builded a fire in the capacious Dutch stove; with a longing64 glance at Allison, for he was starved with the hunger of talk, he went out again.
At dusk he once more opened the door. Allison had not moved. He still sat with his chin in his hands, looking out at that weirdly65 waving willow. Old Peabody thought that he must be asleep, until he tiptoed up at the side. Allison’s grey eyes, unblinking, were staring straight ahead, with no expression in them. It was as if they had turned to glass.
“Excuse me, Mr. Allison. Chicken or steak? I 341got ’em both, one for supper and one for breakfast.”
Allison turned slowly, part way towards Peabody; not entirely.
“Chicken or steak?” repeated Peabody.
“Eh? Yes. Oh yes. Yes. The chicken.”
The fire had gone out. Peabody rebuilt it. He came in an hour later, and studied the silent man at the desk for a long minute, and then he decided66 an important question for himself. He brought in Allison’s dinner on a tray, and set it on a corner of the desk.
“Shall I spread a cloth?”
“No,” returned Allison. The clatter had aroused him for the moment, and Peabody went away with a very just complaint that if he had to be bothered with a visitor on a grey day like this, he’d rather not have such an unsociable cuss.
At eleven Peabody came in again, to see if Allison were not ready to go to bed; but Allison sent him away as soon as he had fixed the fire. The tray was untouched, and out there in the dim moonlight, which peered now and then through the shifting clouds, the long-armed willow beckoned67 and beckoned.
Morning came, cold and grey and damp as the night had been. Allison had fallen asleep towards the dawn, sitting at his desk with his heavy head on his arms, and not even the clatter of the building of the fire roused him. At seven when Peabody came, Allison raised up with a start at the opening of the door, but before he glanced at Peabody, he looked out of the window at the willow.
“Good morning,” said Peabody with a cheerfulness which sounded oddly in that dim, bare room. “I brought you the paper, and some fresh eggs. There 342was a little touch of frost this morning, but it went away about time for sun-up. How will you have your eggs? Fried, I suppose, after the steak. Seems like you don’t have much appetite,” and he scrutinised the untouched tray with mingled68 regret and resentment69. Since Allison paid no attention to him, he decided on eggs fried after the steak, and started for the door.
Allison had picked up the paper mechanically. It had lain with the top part downwards70, but his own picture was in the centre. He turned the paper over, so that he could see the headlines.
“Peabody!” No longer the dead tones of a man in a mental stupor71, a man who can not think, but in the sharp tones of a man who can feel.
“Yes-sir.” Sharp and crisp, like the snap of a whip. Allison had scared it out of him.
“Don’t come in again until I call you.”
“Yes-sir.” Grieved this time. Darn it, wasn’t he doing his best for the man!
So it had come; the time when his will was not God! A God should be omnipotent72, impregnable, unassailable, absolute. He was surprised at the calmness with which he took this blow. It was the very bigness of the hurt which left it so little painful. A man with his leg shot off suffers not one-tenth so much as a man who tears his fingernail to the quick. Moreover, there was that other big horror which had left him stupefied and numb50. He had not known that in his ruthlessness there was any place for remorse73, or for terror of himself at anything he might choose to do. But there was. He entered into no ravings now, no writhings, no outcries. He realised calmly and clearly all he had done, and all which had happened to him in retribution. He saw the downfall of his stupendous scheme of worldwide 343conquest. He saw his fortune, to the last penny, swept away, for he had invested all that he could raise on his securities and his business and his prospects74, in the preliminary expenses of the International Transportation Company, bearing this portion of the financial burden himself, as part of the plan by which he meant to obtain ultimate control and command of the tremendous consolidation75, and become the king among kings, with the whole world in his imperious grasp, a sway larger than that of any potentate76 who had ever sat upon a throne, larger than the sway of all the monarchs77 of earth put together, as large terrestrially as the sway of God himself! All these he saw crumbled78 away, fallen down around him, a wreck79 so complete that no shred80 or splinter of it was worth the picking up; saw himself disgraced and discredited81, hated and ridiculed82 throughout the length and breadth and circumference83 of the very earth he had meant to rule; saw himself discarded by the strong men whom he had inveigled84 into this futile85 scheme and saw himself forced into commercial death as wolves rend86 and devour87 a crippled member of their pack; last, he saw himself loathed88 in the one pure breast he had sought to make his own; and that was the deepest hurt of all; for now, in the bright blaze of his own conflagration89, he saw that, beneath his grossness, he had loved her, after all, loved her with a love which, if he had shorn it of his dross90, might perhaps have won her.
Through all that day he sat at the desk, and when the night-time came again, he walked out of the house, and across the field, and over the tiny foot-bridge, under the willow tree with the still beckoning arms; and the world, his world, the world he had meant to make his own, never saw him again.
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