The Conflict [77]
jobs--by all sorts of chicane,'' said Davy, ``about seven of these eight thousand votes are kept divided between the Republican or Kelly party and the Democratic or House party. The other ten or twelve hundred belong to Victor Dorn's League. Now, the seven thousand workingmen voters who follow Kelly and House like Victor Dorn, like his ideas, are with him at heart. But they are afraid of him. They don't trust each other. Workingmen despise the workingman as an ignorant fool.''
``So he is,'' said Hastings.
``So he is,'' agreed Davy. ``But Victor Dorn has about got the workingmen in this town persuaded that they'd fare better with Dorn and the League as their leaders than with Kelly and House as their leaders. And if Kelly goes on to persecute Victor Dorn, the workingmen will be frightened for their rights to free speech and free assembly. And they'll unite. I appeal to you, Jane--isn't that common sense?''
``I don't know anything about politics,'' said Jane, looking bored. ``You must go in and lie down before dinner, father. You look tired.''
Hastings got ready to rise.
``Just a minute, Mr. Hastings,'' pleaded Hull. ``This must be settled now--at once. I must be in a position not only to denounce this thing, but also to stop it. Not to-morrow, but to-day . . . so that the morning papers will have the news.''
Jane's thoughts were flying--but in circles. Everybody habitually judges everybody else as both more and less acute than he really is. Jane had great respect for Davy as a man of college education. But because he had no sense of humor and because he abounded in lengthy platitudes she had thought poorly indeed of his abilities. She had been realizing her mistake in these last few minutes. The man who had made that analysis of politics--an analysis which suddenly enlighted her as to what political power meant and how it was wielded everywhere on earth as well as in Remsen City--the man was no mere dreamer and theorist. He had seen the point no less clearly than had Victor Dorn. But what concerned her, what set her to fluttering, was that he was about to checkmate Victor Dorn. What should she say and do to help Victor?
She must get her father away. She took him gently by the arm, kissed the top of his head. ``Come on, father,'' she cried. ``I'll let Davy work his excitement off on me. You must take care of your health.''
But Hastings resisted. ``Wait a minute, Jenny,'' said he. ``I must think.''
``You can think lying down,'' insisted his daughter Davy was about to interpose again, but she frowned him into silence.
``There's something in what Davy says,'' persisted her father. ``If that there Victor Dorn should carry the election, there'd be no living in the same town with him. It'd put him away up out of reach.''
Jane abruptly released her father's arm. She had not thought of that--of how much more difficult Victor would be if he won now. She wanted him to win ultimately--yes, she was sure she did. But--now? Wouldn't that put him beyond her reach--beyond need of her?
She said: ``Please come, father!'' But it was perfunctory loyalty to Victor. Her father settled back; Davy Hull began afresh, pressing home his point, making his contention so clear that even Martin Hastings' prejudice could not blind him to the truth. And Jane sat on the arm of a big veranda chair and listened and made no further effort to interfere.
``I don't agree with you, Hull,'' said the old man at last. ``Victor Dorn's run up agin the law at last, and he ought to get the consequences good and hard. But----''
``Mr. Hastings,'' interrupted Davy eagerly--too fond of talking to realize that the old man was agreeing with him, ``Your daughter saw----''
``Fiddle-fiddle,'' cried the old man. ``Don't bring sentimental women into this, Davy. As I was saying, Victor ought to be punished for the way he's been stirring up idle, lazy, ignorant people against the men that runs the community and gives 'em jobs and food for their children. But maybe it ain't wise to give him his deserts--just
``So he is,'' said Hastings.
``So he is,'' agreed Davy. ``But Victor Dorn has about got the workingmen in this town persuaded that they'd fare better with Dorn and the League as their leaders than with Kelly and House as their leaders. And if Kelly goes on to persecute Victor Dorn, the workingmen will be frightened for their rights to free speech and free assembly. And they'll unite. I appeal to you, Jane--isn't that common sense?''
``I don't know anything about politics,'' said Jane, looking bored. ``You must go in and lie down before dinner, father. You look tired.''
Hastings got ready to rise.
``Just a minute, Mr. Hastings,'' pleaded Hull. ``This must be settled now--at once. I must be in a position not only to denounce this thing, but also to stop it. Not to-morrow, but to-day . . . so that the morning papers will have the news.''
Jane's thoughts were flying--but in circles. Everybody habitually judges everybody else as both more and less acute than he really is. Jane had great respect for Davy as a man of college education. But because he had no sense of humor and because he abounded in lengthy platitudes she had thought poorly indeed of his abilities. She had been realizing her mistake in these last few minutes. The man who had made that analysis of politics--an analysis which suddenly enlighted her as to what political power meant and how it was wielded everywhere on earth as well as in Remsen City--the man was no mere dreamer and theorist. He had seen the point no less clearly than had Victor Dorn. But what concerned her, what set her to fluttering, was that he was about to checkmate Victor Dorn. What should she say and do to help Victor?
She must get her father away. She took him gently by the arm, kissed the top of his head. ``Come on, father,'' she cried. ``I'll let Davy work his excitement off on me. You must take care of your health.''
But Hastings resisted. ``Wait a minute, Jenny,'' said he. ``I must think.''
``You can think lying down,'' insisted his daughter Davy was about to interpose again, but she frowned him into silence.
``There's something in what Davy says,'' persisted her father. ``If that there Victor Dorn should carry the election, there'd be no living in the same town with him. It'd put him away up out of reach.''
Jane abruptly released her father's arm. She had not thought of that--of how much more difficult Victor would be if he won now. She wanted him to win ultimately--yes, she was sure she did. But--now? Wouldn't that put him beyond her reach--beyond need of her?
She said: ``Please come, father!'' But it was perfunctory loyalty to Victor. Her father settled back; Davy Hull began afresh, pressing home his point, making his contention so clear that even Martin Hastings' prejudice could not blind him to the truth. And Jane sat on the arm of a big veranda chair and listened and made no further effort to interfere.
``I don't agree with you, Hull,'' said the old man at last. ``Victor Dorn's run up agin the law at last, and he ought to get the consequences good and hard. But----''
``Mr. Hastings,'' interrupted Davy eagerly--too fond of talking to realize that the old man was agreeing with him, ``Your daughter saw----''
``Fiddle-fiddle,'' cried the old man. ``Don't bring sentimental women into this, Davy. As I was saying, Victor ought to be punished for the way he's been stirring up idle, lazy, ignorant people against the men that runs the community and gives 'em jobs and food for their children. But maybe it ain't wise to give him his deserts--just