The Conflict [74]
to me the night that stone knocked me over. I want to thank you, but I don't know how. And the flowers, and the fruit-- You have been so kind.''
``I could do very little,'' said Jane, blushing and faltering. ``And I wanted to do--everything.'' Suddenly all energy, ``Oh, Mr. Dorn, I heard and saw it all. It was--INFAMOUS! And the lying newspapers--and all the people I meet socially. They keep me in a constant rage.''
Victor was smiling gayly. ``The fortunes of war,'' said he. ``I expect nothing else. If they fought fair they couldn't fight at all. We, on this side of the struggle, can afford to be generous and tolerant. They are fighting the losing battle; they're trying to hold on to the past, and of course it's slipping from them inch by inch. But we--we are in step with the march of events.''
When she was with him Jane felt that his cause was hers, also--was the only cause. ``When do you begin publishing your paper again?'' she asked. ``As soon as you are sitting up?''
``Not for a month or so,'' replied he. ``Not until after the election.''
``Oh, I forgot about that injunction. You think that as soon as Davy Hull's crowd is in they will let you begin again?''
He hesitated. ``Not exactly that,'' he said. ``But after the election there will be a change.''
Her eyes flashed. ``And they have indicted you! I heard the newsboys crying it and stopped and bought a paper. But I shall do something about that. I am going straight from here to father. Ellen Clearwater and I and Joe Wetherbe SAW. And Ellen and I will testify if it's necessary--and will make Joe tell the truth. Do you know, he actually had the impudence to try to persuade Ellen and me the next day that we saw what the papers reported?''
``I believe it,'' said Victor. ``So I believe that Joe convinced himself.''
``You are too charitable,'' replied Jane. ``He's afraid of his father.''
``Miss Hastings,'' said Victor, ``you suggested a moment ago that you would influence your father to interfere in this matter of the indictment.''
``I'll promise you now that he will have it stopped,'' said Jane.
``You want to help the cause, don't you?''
Jane's eyes shifted, a little color came into her cheeks. ``The cause--and you,'' she said.
``Very well,'' said Victor. ``Then you will not interfere. And if your father talks of helping me you will discourage him all you can.''
``You are saying that out of consideration for me. You're afraid I will quarrel with my father.''
``I hadn't thought of that,'' said Victor. ``I can't tell you what I have in mind. But I'll have to say this much--that if you did anything to hinder those fellows from carrying out their plans against me and against the League to the uttermost you'd be doing harm instead of good.''
``But they may send you to jail. . . . No, I forgot. You can give bail.''
Victor's eyes had a quizzical expression. ``Yes, I could give bail. But even if I don't give bail, Miss Hastings --even if I am sent to jail--Colman and I--still you must not interfere. You promise me?''
Jane hesitated. ``I can't promise,'' she finally said.
``You must,'' said Victor. ``You'll make a mess of my plans, if you don't.''
``You mean that?''
``I mean that. Your intentions are good. But you would only do mischief--serious mischief.''
They looked at each other. Said Jane: ``I promise-- on one condition.''
``Yes?''
``That if you should change your mind and should want my help, you'd promptly and freely ask for it.''
``I agree to that,'' said Victor. ``Now, let's get it clearly in mind. No matter what is done about me or the League, you promise not to interfere in any way, unless I ask you to.''
Again Jane hesitated. ``No matter what they do?'' she pleaded.
``No matter what they do,'' insisted he.
Something in his expression gave her a great thrill of confidence in him, of enthusiasm. ``I promise,'' she said. ``You know best.''
``Indeed I do,'' said he. ``Thank you.''
A moment's silence, then she exclaimed: ``That was
``I could do very little,'' said Jane, blushing and faltering. ``And I wanted to do--everything.'' Suddenly all energy, ``Oh, Mr. Dorn, I heard and saw it all. It was--INFAMOUS! And the lying newspapers--and all the people I meet socially. They keep me in a constant rage.''
Victor was smiling gayly. ``The fortunes of war,'' said he. ``I expect nothing else. If they fought fair they couldn't fight at all. We, on this side of the struggle, can afford to be generous and tolerant. They are fighting the losing battle; they're trying to hold on to the past, and of course it's slipping from them inch by inch. But we--we are in step with the march of events.''
When she was with him Jane felt that his cause was hers, also--was the only cause. ``When do you begin publishing your paper again?'' she asked. ``As soon as you are sitting up?''
``Not for a month or so,'' replied he. ``Not until after the election.''
``Oh, I forgot about that injunction. You think that as soon as Davy Hull's crowd is in they will let you begin again?''
He hesitated. ``Not exactly that,'' he said. ``But after the election there will be a change.''
Her eyes flashed. ``And they have indicted you! I heard the newsboys crying it and stopped and bought a paper. But I shall do something about that. I am going straight from here to father. Ellen Clearwater and I and Joe Wetherbe SAW. And Ellen and I will testify if it's necessary--and will make Joe tell the truth. Do you know, he actually had the impudence to try to persuade Ellen and me the next day that we saw what the papers reported?''
``I believe it,'' said Victor. ``So I believe that Joe convinced himself.''
``You are too charitable,'' replied Jane. ``He's afraid of his father.''
``Miss Hastings,'' said Victor, ``you suggested a moment ago that you would influence your father to interfere in this matter of the indictment.''
``I'll promise you now that he will have it stopped,'' said Jane.
``You want to help the cause, don't you?''
Jane's eyes shifted, a little color came into her cheeks. ``The cause--and you,'' she said.
``Very well,'' said Victor. ``Then you will not interfere. And if your father talks of helping me you will discourage him all you can.''
``You are saying that out of consideration for me. You're afraid I will quarrel with my father.''
``I hadn't thought of that,'' said Victor. ``I can't tell you what I have in mind. But I'll have to say this much--that if you did anything to hinder those fellows from carrying out their plans against me and against the League to the uttermost you'd be doing harm instead of good.''
``But they may send you to jail. . . . No, I forgot. You can give bail.''
Victor's eyes had a quizzical expression. ``Yes, I could give bail. But even if I don't give bail, Miss Hastings --even if I am sent to jail--Colman and I--still you must not interfere. You promise me?''
Jane hesitated. ``I can't promise,'' she finally said.
``You must,'' said Victor. ``You'll make a mess of my plans, if you don't.''
``You mean that?''
``I mean that. Your intentions are good. But you would only do mischief--serious mischief.''
They looked at each other. Said Jane: ``I promise-- on one condition.''
``Yes?''
``That if you should change your mind and should want my help, you'd promptly and freely ask for it.''
``I agree to that,'' said Victor. ``Now, let's get it clearly in mind. No matter what is done about me or the League, you promise not to interfere in any way, unless I ask you to.''
Again Jane hesitated. ``No matter what they do?'' she pleaded.
``No matter what they do,'' insisted he.
Something in his expression gave her a great thrill of confidence in him, of enthusiasm. ``I promise,'' she said. ``You know best.''
``Indeed I do,'' said he. ``Thank you.''
A moment's silence, then she exclaimed: ``That was