FRO THE SENATOR AND "BUD" HAINES. 4\ A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI A NOVEL Founded on the popular play of the same title PRODUCED UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF WM. A. BRADY AND JOS. R. GR1SMER NEW YORK J. S. OGILV1E PUBLISHING COMPANY 57 Rose Street COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY WM. A. BRADY and Jos. B. GRISMEB. COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY THOMAS A. WISK. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. THE SENATOR AND BUD HAINES, Frontispiece " FEOM NEW YOKE, EH ? THE VICKSBURG OF THE NORTH," ... 54 " STRANGE, HOW THE LANGDON'S TREAT HIM AS A FRIEND," - 64 THE SENATOR ACCEPTS AN INVITATION TO TEA, - - 82 THE LANGDON FAMILY, - - - 123 " YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE YOUR MEDICINE LIKE A MAN," - - 133 11 TO-MORROW, AT 12.30," - - 142 " AFTER I HAVE FINISHED, I DARE ONE OF Yoo TO DENY A WORD," - 172 INTRODUCTION Here is a story of an epoch-making battle of right against wrong, of honesty against corruption, of simplicity and sincerity against deceit, bribery and intrigue. It is the story of to-day in this country. It vitally concerns every man, woman and child in the United States, so far-reaching is its influence. The warfare is now going on the warfare of hon- est men against corrupt political machines. The story tells the "inside" of the political maneuvers in Washington and of the workings of bosses there and elsewhere how they shape men and women to their ends, how their cunning in- trigues extend into the very social life of the na- tion's capital. You will find inspiration in the career of the honest old Southern planter elected to the United States Senate and the young news- paper reporter who becomes his private secretary and political pilot. Your heart will beat in sym- pathy with the love of the secretary and the Sena- tor's youngest daughter. You will read of the lobbyists and find that not all of them are men. You will see how avarice causes a daughter to conspire against her father. You will hear the note of a gripping national trag- edy in the words of Peabody, the "boss of the Sen- ate." But cause for laughter as well will not be found lacking in this truly many-sided narrative, A Gentleman from Mississippi CHAPTER I PRACTICAL POLITICS That bids him. flout the law he makes; That bids him make the law he flouts. Kipling. IN buoyant spirit the Hon. Charles Norton rode up the bridle path leading through the Langdon plantation to the old antebellum homestead which, on a shaded knoll, overlooked the winding waters of the Pearl Eiver. No finer prospect was to be had in all Mississippi than greeted the eye from the wide southwest porch, where on warm evenings the Langdons and their frequent guests gathered to dine or to watch the golden splendor of the dying sun. The Langdon family had long been a power in the South. Its sons fought under Andrew Jackson at New Orleans, under Zachary Taylor in the war with Mexico, and in the Civil War men of that name left their blood on the fields of Antietam, Shiloh, the Wilderness and Gettysburg. But this family of fighting men, of unselfish patriots, had also marked influence in the ways of peace, as real patriots should. Generations of Langdons had taken deep- Si A Gentleman from Mississippi CHAPTER I PRACTICAL POLITICS That bids him flout the law he makes; That bids him make the law he flouts. Kipling. IN buoyant spirit the Hon. Charles Norton rode up the bridle path leading through the Langdon plantation to the old antebellum homestead which, on a shaded knoll, overlooked the winding waters of the Pearl River. No finer prospect was to be had in all Mississippi than greeted the eye from the wide southwest porch, where on warm evenings the Langdons and. their frequent guests gathered to dine or to watch the golden splendor of the dying sun. The Langdon family had long been a power in the South. Its sons fought under Andrew Jackson at New Orleans, under Zachary Taylor in the war with Mexico, and in the Civil War men of that name left their blood on the fields of Antietam, Shiloh, the Wilderness and Gettysburg. But this family of fighting men, of unselfish patriots, had also marked influence in the ways of peace, as real patriots should. Generations of Langdons had taken deep- si 10 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI est pride in developing the hundreds of acres of cotton land, whose thousands of four-foot rows planted each April spread open the silvery lined bolls in July and August, and the ripened cotton fiber, pure white beneath the sun, gave from, a dis- tance the picture of an expanse of driven snow. The Hon. Charles Norton had reason for feeling well pleased with the world as he fastened his bay Virginia hunter to a convenient post and strode up the steps of the mansion, which was a characteristic survivor of the "old South,'^ the South of gilded romance and of gripping tragedy. Now in this sec- ond year of his first term as Congressman and a promising member of the younger set of Southern lawyers, he had just taken active part in securing the election of Colonel William H. Langdon, pres- ent head of the family, to the United States Senate, though the ultimate action of the Legislature had been really brought about by a lifelong friend of Colonel Langdon, the senior Senator from the State, James Stevens, who had not hesitated to flat- ter Norton and use him as a cat's-paw. This use the Hon. Charles Norton seemed to consider an honor of large proportions. Not every first-term Congress- man can hope for intimacy with a Senator. Norton believed that his work for Langdon would win him the family's gratitude and thus further his am- bition to marry Carolina, the planter's oldest daugh- ter, whose beauty made her the recipient of many attentions. A complacent gleam shone in Norton's eyes as they swept over the fertile acres of the plantation. He thought of the material interest he might one day have in them if his suit for the hand of Carolina progressed favorably. Suddenly his reverie was in- terrupted by the voice of young Randolph Langdon, A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI IT a spirited lad in his early twenties, who had just been made plantation manager by his father. ""Well, how is the honorable to-day?" said Ran- dolph, approaching from the doorway. "I didn't think a Congressman could be spared from Wash- ington but rarely, especially when the papers say the country needs such a lot of saving." "Oh, this 'saving the country' talk goes all right in the story books," replied Norton, who exercised considerable influence over the youth through a long acquaintanceship and by frequently taking him into his confidence, "but this country can take pretty good care of itself. In Congress we representatives put the job of saving it over on the Senate, and the Senate hands back the job to us. So what's every- body's business isn't anybody's; a fine scheme so long as we have a President who keeps his hands off and doesn't " "But how about the speeches and the bills?" broke in Randolph. "I thought " "Yes, yes ; to be sure," the Congressman quickly added. "Nearly all of us introduce these so-called reform bills. When they're printed at government expense we send copies, carried free by the Post- office Department, to our constituents, and when we allow the bills to die in some committee we can al- ways blame the committee. But if there's a big fight by our constituents over the bill we let it pass the House, but arrange to kill it in the Senate. Then we do the same thing for the Senators. Like in every other business, my boy," continued Nor- ton as he led the way into the house, "it's a case of 'you tickle me and I'll tickle you' in politics. And don't let any one fool you about the speeches, either. They are pretty things to mail to the voters, but all the wise boys in Washington know they aren't 12 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI meant seriously. It's all play acting, and there better actors in the Senate than Henry Irving or Edwin Booth ever were." "I don't think my father looks at things in the way you do, Charlie." "No? Well, maybe he doesn't now, but he will later on when he takes his seat in the Senate. If he isn't wise enough to play around with the rest of the Senators he won't get any bills passed, espe- cially any bill carrying an appropriation or of any other particular importance." "What!" ejaculated the planter's son. "Do you mean to say that if father won't do what the other Senators want him to do they will combine against him and destroy his usefulness, make him power- less a failure?" The Congressman smiled patronizingly on the youth. "Why, of course they will. That's politics, practical politics, the only kind that's known in Washington. You see " "But the leaders of the great parties !" cried the young plantation manager, in amazement. "Why don't they prevent this?" "Because they invented the system and because political party differences don't amount to a whole lot much of the time in Washington. The politi- cians do most of their criticizing of the other party away from Washington, where the voters can hear tbm. But when circumstances sometimes force a man to rise to assail the other side in Congress he afterward apologizes in secret for his words. Or, sometimes he apologizes beforehand, saying: 'I've got to hand out some hot shot to you fellows just to please a crowd of sovereign voters from my dis- trict who have come up to Washington to see me perform. So^ of course, I've got to make a showing; A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 13 Don't mind what I say. You know. I don't mean it, but the old fogies will go back home and tell their neighbors what a rip-snortin' reformer I be.' " "Is that the way you represent your district; Nor- ton?" asked Planter Langdon, who at this juncture entered the room. "No, no, Mr. Langdon I should say Senator now, I suppose. I was merely telling Randolph how some legislators conduct themselves." The Senator-elect paused momentarily, gazing at the Congressman, who, dark-visaged, tall, black- haired, broad-shouldered and athletic, was visibly uneasy at having his conversation with Randolph overheard by the father. "No doubt it won't be all plain sailing in Wash- ington for an old-fashioned man like me, but I be- lieve in the American people and the men they send to Congress," slowly spoke the planter. "There's Senator Stevens, for instance. He has always stood for the rights of the people. I've read all his speeches. Just why he brought about my election it is hard to tell, for I've been a planter all my life, except when I fought under Beauregard. I feel that he did it out of friendship, and I simply can't say how much I appreciate the honor. I am in- debted to you, too, Congressman." Tactfully disclaiming any credit for his work, only Norton's congressional training in repression enabled him to refrain from smiling at Langdon's innocence, his belief in Stevens' sincerity and his wonder over his election. Stevens, the keen, cold and resourceful, who forced his officeholders to yield him parts of their government salaries; Ste- vens, who marketed to railway companies his influ- ence with the Department of Justice; Stevens, who was a Republican in the committee room in Wash.- 14 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI ington and a Democrat on the platform in Missis- sippi ; Stevens, who had consummated the deal with Martin Sanders, boss of seven counties, to elect Langdon because of the planter's trustfulness and simplicity of character, which should make him easy to influence and to handle in the all-important matter of the gulf naval base project! The entry of Carolina Langdon and her younger sister, Hope Georgia, gave Norton a welcome op- portunity to shift the trend of conversation. "You ladies will have a gay time in Washing- ton," he began, after directing a particularly en- thusiastic greeting to Carolina. "You will be in great demand at all the big affairs, and I don't think you will ever want to come back to old Mis- sissippi, forty miles from a railroad, with few chances to wear your New York gowns." CaroVna spoke quickly, her face flushing at the thought of the new vista of life now opening. "Yes, I have always longed to be a part of the real life of this world; the life of constant action meeting new people every day, and prominent people. Balls, receptions, teas, theater parties, afternoon drives, plenty of money and plenty of gayety are what I want. I'm not a bit like Hope Georgia, who thinks these ideas are extravagant because she has not seen real life yet " "Carolina, you must not think me 'only your lit- tle sister' now. I have seen life. Haven't I spent a week in Jackson?" "That's enough proof. You know all about life, Fm sure, Miss Hope Georgia," smilingly remarked Norton. Later, rising to join Planter Langdon on the ve- randa, where he had gone to smoke, the Congress- man gazed intently at Carolina. "You will proba- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 15 bly forget your old friends when you enter the dizzy social race in Washington." "No, Charlie, I couldn't forget you, anyhow. You will be there, too. I shall depend on you a great deal to take me about, unless you are too busy mak- ing speeches and fighting your opponents." Again it was Norton's turn to be inwardly amused at the political ignorance of the Langdon family. Speeches? The first-term Congressman doesn't make speeches in Washington, because no one cares what he thinks except the lobbyists, whose business it is to provide new members with a complete set of thoughts. Neither does he have opponents he is not considered important enough by the veterans to be opposed. Skilfully approaching the subject which next to Carolina Langdon had been uppermost in his mind during his visit, Norton asked the Senator-elect on joining him. if he did not believe that the entire South would benefit if the plan to establish a naval base on the gulf was successfully carried through. "Most certainly I do, and, as I said during the senatorial fight, the whole country as well will be the gainer," responded Langdon. "Don't you think the people who want Altacoola chosen as the site have the best arguments?" was the visitor's next question, the reply to which he anxiously awaited. "Yes, I do, from what I've already heard ; but I haven't heard very much of what the folks who ad- vocate other sites have to say. So, until I've heard all sides and made my own examination, I couldn't give any one my final answer, but Altacoola seems to have the necessary qualifications." "Senator Stevens is in favor of Altacoola," eag- erly suggested Norton. 16 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI , and that's a pretty good argument in its favor," responded Langdon. Norton now excused himself, pleading an ap- pointment with a client at a neighboring village. Waving farewell to Carolina and Hope Georgia, who stood at a window, he rode away. "The old man is sure to be all right," he muttered. "He leans toward Altacoola and believes in Stevens. He'll lean some more until he falls over into the trap. There's a fortune in sight within reach. Langdon has faith in his friends. He won't suspect a thing." Still another thought occurred to the Hon. Charles Norton. "Stevens elected Langdon out of friendship," he chuckled, gleefully. "That will be well worth telling in Washington." CHAPTER II THE WARS OF PEACE "BiG BILL" LANGDON was the term by which the new Senator from Mississippi had been affection- ately known to his intimates for years. He carried his 230 pounds with ease, bespeaking great muscu- lar power in spite of his gray hairs. His rugged courage, unswerving honesty and ready belief in his friends won him a loyal following, some of whom frequently repeated what was known as "Bill Langdon's Golden Rule": "There never was a man yet who didn't have some good in him, but most folks don't know this because their own virtues pop up and blind 'em when they look at somebody else." At the reunions of his old war comrades Lang- don was always depended on to describe once again how the Third Mississippi charged at Crawfords- ville and defeated the Eighth Illinois. But the stirring events of the past had served to increase the planter's fondness for his home life and his children, whose mother had died years before. At times he regretted that his unexpected political duties would take him away from the old planta- tion even though the enthusiastic approval of Caro- lina and Hope Georgia proved considerable compen- sation. Although not sworn in as Senator, Colonel Lang- don's political duties were already pressing. A few 17 18 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI days after Congressman Norton's visit he sat in his library conferring with several prominent citi- zens of his county regarding a plan to ask Congress to appropriate money to dredge a portion of the channel of the Pearl Eiver, which would greatly aid a large section of the State. During the deliberations the name of Martin Sanders was announced by Jackson, the Colonel's gravely decorous negro bodyguard, who boasted that he "wuz brung up by Cunel Marse Langdon, suh, a fightin' Mississippi cunel, suh, sence long befo' de wah and way befo' dat, suh." "Show Mr. Sanders right in," commanded Colonel Langdon. "Good-day, Senator," spoke Sanders, the boss of seven counties, as he entered. Glancing around the room, he continued, bending toward the Colonel and muffling his now whispering voice with his hand : "I want to speak to you alone. I'm here on politics." "That's all right; but these gentlemen here are my friends and constituents," was the reply in no uncertain voice. "When I talk politics they have a perfect right to hear what I, as their Senator, say. Out with it, Mr. Sanders." As Sanders was introduced to the members of the conference he grew red in the face and stared at Langdon, amazed. At last he had discovered some- thing new in politics. "Say," he finally blurted out, "when I talk business I " "Are you in politics as a business?" quickly spoke Colonel Langdon. "Why I er no, of course not," the visitor stammered. "I am in politics for my party's sake, just like everybody else," and Sanders grinned sug- gestively at his questioner. "Have you anything further to say?" asked Lang- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 19 don, in a tone hinting that he would like to be rid of his caller. "Well, since you are so very new in this game, Senator, I'll talk right out in meetin', as they call it. I came to ask about an appointment an' to tip you off on a couple o' propositions. I want Jim Hagley taken care of you've heard of Jim was clerk o' Fenimore County. A f 2,000 a year job'll do for him; $500 o' that he gives to the organiza- tion." "You're the organization, aren't you?" queried Langdon. "Why, yes. Are you just gettin' wise?" cried Sanders. "Haven't I got fellers, voters, VOTERS, VOTERS, d n it, hangin' on to me that needs to be taken care of ! An' so I make the fellers that work help those that don't. Why, Langdon, what'n h 1 are you kickin' an' questionin' about? Didn't you get my twelve votes in the Legislature? Did you have a chance for Senator without 'em? An- swer me that, will you? Why, with 'em you only had two more than needed to elect, an-' the opposi- tion crowd was solid for Wilson," cried the angry boss, pounding the long table before which Lang- don sat. "I'll answer you almighty quick," retorted the now thoroughly aroused Senator-elect, rising and shaking his clenched fist at Sanders. "Those twelve votes you say were yours yours?" "Yes, mine. Them noble legislators that cast 'em was an' is mine, mine, I tell you, jest like I had 'em in my pocket, an' that's where I mostly carry 'em, so as they won't go strayin' aroun' careless like." "You didn't have to vote those men for me. I told you at the Capitol that I would not make you 20 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI or anybody else any promises. You voted them for me of your own accord. That's my answer." At this point the gentlemen of the county present when Sanders entered and who had no desire to witness further the unpleasant episode, rose to leave, in spite of the urgent request of Colonel Lang- don that they remain. The only one reluctant to go was Deacon Amos Smallwood, who, coming to the plantation to seek employment for his son, had not been denied of his desire to join the assemblage of his neighbors. Last to move toward the door, he stopped in front of Sanders, stretched his five feet three inches of stature on tiptoe, and shook a withered fist in the boss' firmly set, determined face. "Infamous!" shrieked the deacon. "You're a monster! You're unrighteous! You should have belonged to the political machine of Cataline or Pontius Pilate !" "Never heard tell o' them," muttered Sanders, deeply puzzled. "Guess they was never in Missis- sippi in my time." His accompanying gesture of perplexity caused the deacon to hasten his exit. Tripping over the leg of a chair, he fell headlong into the arms of the watchful Jackson, who received the deacon's bless- ing for "uplifting the righteous in the hour of their fall." Believed at the departure of the witnesses, San- ders showed increased aggressiveness. "To be sure, Senator, you were careful not to personally promise me anything for my support at the election, as you say," the leader sneered ; "but you had Jim Stevens to make promises for you, which was smooth, absolute an' artistic smooth " "Stop, sir!" Langdon furiously shouted. "You 'A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 21 forget, sir, that your insinuation is an insult to a man elected Senator from Mississippi, an insult to my State and to my friend Senator Stevens, who I know would make you no promises for me, for he had not my authority." "Certainly you're a Senator, but what's a Sena- tor, anyhow? I'll tell you, Mr. Colonel Langdon, a Senator is a man who holds out for his own pocket as much as us fellows that make him will stand for. When we don't get our rightful share, he's through." With a sudden start, as though to spring at San- ders' throat, Langdon, with compressed lips and eyes blazing, grasped the edge of the table with a grip that threatened to rend the polished boards. With intensest effort he slowly regained control of himself. His fury had actually weakened him. His knees shook, and he sank weakly into a chair. When he finally spoke his voice w r as strained and labor- ious. "Sanders, you and I, sir, must never meet again, because I might not succeed in keeping my hands off you. What would my old comrades of the Third Mississippi say if they saw me sitting here and you there with a whole body, sir, after what you have said? They would not believe their eyes, thank God, sir. They would all go over to Stuart City and buy new glasses, sir." A suspicious moisture appeared on the Colonel's cheeks which he could not dry too quickly to escape Sanders' ob- servation. "But I had to let you stay, sir, because you, the sole accuser, are the only one who can tell me what I must know." "What do you want to know?" asked Sanders, who had realized his great mistake in losing his temper, in talking as openly and as violently as he had and in dragging the name of Senator Stevens 32 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI into the controversy. He must try to keep Stevens from hearing of this day's blunder, for Jim Stevens knew as well as he, didn't he, that the man who loses his temper, like the man who talks too much, is of no use in politics. "I want to know how you formed your opinion of political matters of Senators. Is it possible, sir, that you have actual knowledge of actual hap- penings that give you the right to talk as you have? I want to know if I must feel shame, feel disgrace, sir, to be a Senator from Mississippi; that State, sir, that the Almighty himself, sir, would, choose to live in if he came to earth." "There, there, Senator, don't take too seriously what I have said," Sanders replied in reassuring tone, having outlined his course of action. "I lost my head because you wouldn't promise me some- thing I needed that appointment for Hagley. What I said about Senators an' such was all wild words nothin' in 'em. Why, how could there be, Senator?" This query was a happy afterthought which Sanders craftily suggested in a designedly artless manner. "Just what I thought and know!" exclaimed Langdon, sharply. "It couldn't be; it isn't possi- ble. Now you go, sir, and let it be your greatest disgrace that you are not fit to enter any gentle-' man's house." "Oh, don't rub it in too hard, Senator. You may need my help some day, but you'll have to deliver the goods beforehand." "I said, 'Go!'" "I'm goin', but here's a tip. Don't blame me for fightin' you. I've got to fight to live. I'm a human belli', an' humans are pretty much the same all over the world ; all except you you're only half natural. The rest of you is reformer." After Sanders' departure the Colonel sat at his table, his head resting in his hand, the events of the day crowding his brain bewilderingly. "The battles of peace are worse than any Beaure- gard ever led me into," he murmured. "Fighting to conquer oneself is harder than turning the left flank of the Eighth Illinois in an enfilading fire." But the new Senator from Mississippi did not know that for him the wars of peace had only just begun, that perhaps his own flesh and blood and that of the wife and mother who had gone before would turn traitor to his colors in the very thickest of the fray. CHAPTER III HOW TO PLEASE A SENATOR THE International Hotel in Washington was all hustle and bustle. Was it not preparing for its first Senator since 1885? No less a personage than the Hon. William H. Langdon of Mississippi, said to be a warm personal friend of Senator Stevens, one of the leading members of his party at the capi- tal, had engaged a suit of rooms for himself and two daughters. "Ain't it the limit?" remarked the chief clerk to Bud Haines, correspondent of the New York Star. "The Senator wrote us that he was coming here because his old friend, the late Senator Moseley, said back in '75 that this was the best hotel in Washington and where all the prominent men ought to stay." Haines, the ablest political reporter in Washing- ton, had come to the International to interview the new Senator, to describe for his paper what kind of a citizen Langdon was. He glanced around at the dingy woodwork, the worn cushions, the nicked and uneven tiles of the hotel lobby, and smiled at the clerk. "Well, if this is the new Sena- tor's idea of princely luxury he will fit right into the senatorial atmosphere." Both laughed de- risively. "By the way," added Haines, "I suppose you'll raise your rates now that you've got a Sena- tor here." M A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 25 The clerk brought his fist down on the register with a thud. "We could have them every day if we wanted them. This fellow, though, we'll have all winter, I guess. His son's here now. Been breaking all records for drinking. Congressman Norton of Mississippi has been down here with him a few times. There young Langdon is now." Haines turned quickly, just in time to bump into a tall, slender young man, who was walking un- evenly in the direction of the cafe. "Well, can't you see what you're doing?" mut- tered the tall young man thickly. Haines smiled. The chap who has played half- back four years on his college eleven and held the boxing championship in his class is apt to be good- natured. He does not have to take offense easily. Besides, Randolph Langdon was plainly under the influence of whisky. So Haines smiled pleasantly at the taller young man. "Beg your pardon my fault," Haines said. "Well, don't let it occur again," mumbled Lang- don, as he strolled with uneven dignity toward the door. Bud Haines laughed. "I guess young Langdon is going to be one of the boys, isn't he?" "He's already one of them when it comes to a question of fluid capacity," laughed some one be- hind him, and Bud whirled to meet the gaze of his friend, Dick Cullen, representative of one of the big Chicago dailies. "You down here to see Langdon, too?" com- mented Bud. Cullen nodded. "Queer roost where this Sena- tor is to hang out, isn't it?" "He can't be a rich one, then," suggested Haines. 26 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Cullen chuckled. "Perhaps he's an honest one." "I hadn't thought of that You always were original, Dickie," commented Haines, dryly. "By the way, what do you know about him?" "Nothing, except that the Evening Call printed a picture of his eldest daughter says she's the queen daughter of the South, a famous beauty, rich planter for a father, mother left her a fortune " "She'll cut quite a social caper with this hotel's name on her cards, won't she?" broke in Haines, as he led Cullen to a seat to await the expected legislator, whose train was late. "I don't know very much about him myself," said Haines. "All I've been able to discover is that Stevens said the word which elected him, and that looks bad. Great glory ! When I think what a Sena- tor of the right sort has a chance to do here in Washington a nonpartisan, straight-out-from-the- shoulder man!" He paused to shake his head in disgust. "You know these fellows here in the Senate don't even see their chance. Why, if you and I didn't do any more to hold our jobs than they do, we'd be fired by wire the first day. They know just the old political game, that's all." "Its a great game, though, Bud," sighed Cullen, longingly, for, like many newspaper men, he had the secret feeling that he was cut out to be a great politician. "Sure, it's a great game, as a game," agreed Haines. "So is bridge, and stud poker, and three- card monte, and flim-flam generally. Take this new man Langdon, for instance. Chosen by Ste- vens, he'll probably be perfectly obedient, perfectly easy going, perfectly blind and perfectly useless. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 27 What's wanted now is to get the work done, not play the game." Thoroughly a cynic through his years of ex- perience as a newspaper man, which had shown the inside workings of many important phases of the seemingly conventional life of this complex world, Cullen pretended unbounded enthusiasm. "Hear! hear!" he shouted. "All you earnest citizens come vote for Reformer Haines. I'm for you, Bud. What do I get in your cabinet? I've joined the reformers, too, and, like all of them, me for P-U-R-I-T-Y as long as she gives me a meal ticket." But not even Cullen could make Haines consider his views on the necessity of political regeneration to be ridiculous. His optimism could not be snuffed out, for he was a genuine believer that the natural tendency of humankind was to do right. Wrong he believed to be the outcome of unnatural causes. This quality, combined with his practical knowledge of the world and his courage, made him a formidable man, one who would one day accom- plish big things if he got the chance. "You know you- can't shut me up, Dick," was his response to Cullen's oratorical flight. "I'm going to have my say. I don't see why a Senator shouldn't be honest. All I want them to do is to play a new game. Let 'em at least seem to be honest, attend to their business, forget politics. The country sends them here to work, and if they do the work the people really don't care a hang what party they belong to." "Come out of it, Bud. Your brain is wabbly," yawned Cullen, wearily. "I'll buy a drink if you'll quiet down. Let's be comfortable till this fellow Langdon appears." He caught his friend by the 28 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI arm and in spite of protest dragged him off to the cafe just as young Langdon and Congressman Nor- ton came down through the lobby. Though but few years older than Randolph Langdon, Charles Norton had long exercised strong influence over him because of his wider experience in the world's affairs. Like his father, young Langdon had stayed close to the plantation most of his life, particularly after leaving school, devot- ing his attention to studying the business of con- ducting the family's big estate. Norton brought him the atmosphere of the big outside w r orld he yearned to see even as did his sister Carolina, and he imitated Norton's manners, his dress and mode of speech. The Congressman's habit of confiding in Randolph, a subtle compliment, was deeply ap- preciated by the lad, who unconsciously became a continual advertiser of Norton's many virtues to Carolina and to his father, all of which the Con- gressman knew. That Norton's political career was the outcome of Carolina Langdon's ambition to shine in gay society was known to his friends as well as his family, and his desire to w T in her and place her where she could satisfy every whim had developed almost to a frenzy. Seeing evidences of Senator Stevens' vast influence, he did not hesitate to seek a close relationship with him, and the Senator was clever enough to lead Norton to consider him his friend. At the start of his political career Norton had higher ideas of honor than guided his actions now that he had become a part of the political machine that controlled his native State of Mississippi, and of the bipartisan combination that dominated both houses of Congress in the interest of the great rail- way and industrial corporations. Senator Stevena and other powers had so distorted Norton's view of the difference between public and private in- terests and their respective rights that he had come to believe captial to be the sacred heritage of the nation which must be protected at any cost. The acceptance of a retainer from the C. St. and P. Kailroad Company for wholly unnecessary services in Washington only another way of buying a man a transaction arranged by Senator Stevens, was but another stage in the disintegration of the young Congressman's character, but it brought him just that much closer to the point where he could claim Carolina Langdon as his own. And opportunity does not knock twice at a man's door unless he is at the head of the machine. Norton, the persevering young law student who loved the girl who had been his boyhood playmate, was now Norton who coveted her father's lands, who boasted that he was on the "inside" in Wash- ington, who was on the way to fortune if the new Senator from Mississippi would or could be forced to stand in favor of the Atlacoola naval base. His conversation with Eandolph Langdon, as Haines and Cullen saw them pass through the hotel lobby, illustrated the nature of the Norton of the present and his interest in the Altacoola scheme. "There's no reason why you- shouldn't come in on the ground floor in this proposition, Randolph," he was urging in continuance of the conversation begun over a table in the cafe. "No reason why you shouldn't do it, my boy. Why, are you still a child, or are you really a man? You have now drafts for f 50,000, haven't you?" "Yeah," agreed Langdon, chagrined at Norton's SO A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI insinuation of youthfulness and anxious to prove that he was really a man of affairs, "I've got the fifty thousand, Charlie, but but, you see, that's the money for improvements on the plantation. As father has put me in as manager I want to make a showing." "You can't make it until spring," urged Nor- ton. "The money's got to lie in the bank all winter. Now, why don't you make a hundred thousand with it instead of letting it lie idle? Isn't that simple?" The younger man's eyes opened wide, and his imagination, stimulated by the special brand of Bourbon whisky Norton had ordered for him, took rapid bounds. "One hundred thousand! You mean I could make a hundred thousand with my fifty between now and spring?" "Sure as a nigger likes gin," replied Norton, confidently. "How?" asked Langdon. The young Congressman leaned over confiden- tially. "This is under your hat, Randolph. You can keep quiet?" Langdon nodded eagerly. "Then put it into Altacoola land." "The naval base?" gasped Langdon. Norton nodded. "Now you've hit it. The Government will select Altacoola for a naval base. Then land will jump 'way up to never, and you'll clean up a hundred thousand at the least. Isn't it simple? There are a thousand people with money who would just love to have this chance. And I'm giving it to you be- cause of our friendship. I want to do you a good turn. I've got my money in there." Young Langdon was visibly impressed. "You've always treated me right, Charlie; you've been for me, I know. But suppose the Gov- ernment doesn't select Altacoola. Gulf City's in the running." Norton laughed sarcastically. "Gulf City is a big bunch of mud flats. Besides, I'll tell yon something else. Just between us, re- member." He waited for the boy's eager nod be- fore he went on. "The big men are behind Alta- coola, Standard Steel wants Altacoola, and what Standard Steel wants from Congress you can bet your bottom dollar Standard Steel gets. They know their business at No. 10 Broadway. Now, then, are you satisfied?" Randolph was more than satisfied. Already he felt himself rich, and honestly rich, too, for Nor- ton had convinced him that there was no reason why he should not use the $50,000 of his father's, when it had to lie in the bank anyhow all winter, and he would have it back in time to use on the plantation in the spring when it was needed. How proud of him his father would be when he showed him a clear profit of |100,000 ! "I'll go get the drafts at once, Charlie, and I'm mighty much obliged to you," he said, with grati- tude in his voice. Norton's smile was one of deep satisfaction. "That's all right, Randolph. You know I want to do anything I can for you." Randolph was starting for his room when Haines and Cullen turned sharply around the corner of the hotel desk. Again Bud and the young Southerner accidentally collided. "Where are you going? Can't you look out?" Jblurted Langdon. 32 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Haines grinned. "Guess it's your fault this time." "Oh, it is, is it?" irritably replied Randolph, who as the "young marse" had been accustomed to considerable deference on the plantation. "Well, take that," he angrily cried, aiming a savage swing at Haines. The reporter's athletic training proved of ready service. Dodging under the clenched fist, he turned dexterously, seized young Langdon's outstretched wrist and bent the arm down over his (Haines') shoulder as though to throw the young attacker with the wrestler's "flying mare." Langdon was helpless, as Haines had also secured his free hand, but instead of completing the "throw" the reporter walked away with his foe held securely on his back to put him to bed, a kindly service, in view of Randolph's mental state. From across the lobby Charles Norton had watched Randolph's discomfiting encounter with Haines with amusement. "Now that I've got the young fellow to sew up his old man's money in Altacoola land," he chuckled, "reckon Senator William H. Langdon won't see anything wrong with that same noble tract of universe when he comes to vote for the naval base. Senator Stevens will be pleased." CHAPTER IV "JUST THE MAN WE NEED" As BUD HAINES returned from young Langdon's room, where he had left the latter in bed, with a towel filled with cracked ice around his head, he saw two familiar figures standing in a secluded cor- ner of the lobby. They were talking earnestly in a low voice. "Whew!" whistled the newspaper man. "It must be something important that brings both the boss of the Senate and Stevens of Mississippi here." "Good-afternoon, Haines. How are you?" Sena- tor Stevens said, cordially, as, looking up, he saw the newspaper man approaching. "Senator Pea- body, you know Haines, don't you? The brightest young correspondent in Washington." Senator Peabody of Pennsylvania, the leading power in the upper house, was a man of command- ing character and of strong personality. The fact he used these attributes to advance in the Senate the financial interests of himself, of Standard Steel and other commercial organizations met with very little protest in Washington. That he deserved the title frequently used in referring to him, "boss of the Senate," none would deny who had knowledge of the inner workings of the Senate and the various committees. Senator Peabody was very affable to the re- 33 34- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI porters, especially to those of Haines' stamp, who had never accepted any favors from him and who opposed his methods. He aimed to win the friend- ship of these opponents by diplomacy as he had found that reporters of the Haines sort could not be influenced by money. He considered a reporter who would take a bribe as a constructive, conser- vative member of society, and frequently regretted that so many of the correspondents sent to Wash- ington could not be bought nor had bills they wanted passed or defeated. He extended his hand to Haines as Stevens concluded and said, warmly: . "Of course I know the representative of the Morning Star! How do you do, Haines?" "I wonder if we're not all here on the same er- rand," suggested the newspaper man. Senator Peabody appeared to be all candor. "We came to call on Senator Langdon, Senator Stevens' new colleague," he said. Bud Haines opened his eyes wide. "By Jove! Langdon stock is going up when the chairman of the naval committee drops in to welcome him." "You see, Langdon went in on a naval base plat- form," explained Stevens. "Our section of the South is red hot in favor of the Government spend- ing its naval base appropriation right there." "Certainly," interrupted Haines, "but "And, there being a vacancy on the committee on naval affairs," continued Stevens, whose dignity was offended by the reporter's interruption, "the friends of Senator Langdon are working to have him appointed on that committee, because he comes from the State where the naval base will be lo- cated and will, like myself, be more familiar with the availability of the various sites suggested than a man from another State." Haines nodded. "Yes, of course. What town's going to get it, Senator?" Senator Stevens paused judiciously. "Well," he said, "Altacoola and Gulf City are the chief candidates. I suppose you had better talk to Langdon about it." The reporter smiled. "That's just what I came for, Senator, but I have to go up to the War Department now. When Senator Langdon comes will you be kind enough to tell him I want to interview him?" Stevens bowed cordially. "Indeed I shall. I'll tell him he's in luck to have the smartest young man in Washington on the job." "All right," laughed Bud, "only don't make it so strong that he won't recognize me when he sees me. Good-day." And he hurried away to keep a belated appointment. "Clever boy," said Stevens as the newspaper man disappeared. The boss of the Senate agreed. "Yes, only I'm not sure it's a good thing for a newspaper man to be too clever. Spoils his useful- ness. Makes him ask too many confounded ques- tions." Stevens acquiesced, for it would never do to dis- agree with the boss. 1 "It's very kind of you, Senator," he began, chang- ing the subject, "to come with me to welcome the new Senator from my State, my old friend and colleague." An inscrutable smile a smile, yet a cold one accompanied Peabody's answer. "I have always found, Stevens," he said, "that a little attention like this to a new man is never wasted, and I make it a rule not to overlook op- portunities." Again the senior Senator from Mississippi ac- quiesced, and he laughed heartily at Peabody's keen insight into human nature. "I think you'll like Langdon," Stevens remarked after a pause, "and you'll find him easy to deal with. Just put up any measure for the benefit of the South and Langdon will go the limit on it. Even a Republican majority doesn't mind a little Democratic support, you know. I think he's just the man you can use in this gulf naval base bill." "You can swing him?" asked Peabody, sharply. Stevens drew closer to Peabody. "I elected him, and he knows it," he chuckled. The boss nodded. "And it's likely that a man like Langdon, new to politics a simple gentleman of the old school, as you describe him might have considerable in- fluence on opinion throughout the country." Langdon's colleague grasped the arm of the sen- atorial dictator. "He's just the man we want, Senator. He's one of those old fellows you just have to believe when he talks. He'll do what I suggest, and he can make the public believe what we think." "Then you guarantee him?" snapped the boss. "Unreservedly, Senator." "All right," said Peabody. "He goes on the naval committee. That ought to be enough honor for a man who a year ago was growing cotton on an old plantation miles away from civilization." "We have control now of all the land about Alta- coola that can be used," said Stevens. "I have had Norton, the Congressman from Langdon's dis- trict, working on it. There isn't a foot of land A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 37 there which we do not now control under options, and," he added, with a chuckle, "the options were dirt cheap." Peabody grunted approvingly. "There won't be any New York fortune in it, but it ought to be a pretty tidy bit," he said. "Now, if we could only get Langdon interested, directly or indirectly, in a financial way, that would clinch everything." The senior Senator from Mississippi shook his head. "It's too risky. He's old-fashioned, you know has about as much idea about practical politics as well, as we have of the Golden Rule. Fact is, he rather lives by that antiquated standard. That's where we get him. He owes everything to me, you see, so naturally he'll do anything I want him to. By the way, there's Norton now. Perhaps he can tell us something." "Call him over," said Peabody. Norton had been strolling about the lobby, hop- ing to be noticed. The flame had lured the moth, and it liked the manner of the singeing. The Con- gressman hurried precipitately across at Stevens' summons. "I've been wanting to speak to you, gentlemen," said Norton, full of the good trick he had turned, "but I didn't like to interrupt you. I think I've done a big stroke for Altacoola to-day." Even Peabody pricked up his ears. "Yes?" said both Senators together. With a keen sense of the dramatic, the Congress- man let his next words drawl out with full effect. "I've got Senator Langdon interested finan- cially interested," he said. His two hearers exchanged a significant glance. 38 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "How?" asked Peabody, sharply. Norton smiled shrewdly. "Well, I just let his son invest $50,000 of the Senator's money in Altacoola land. That ought to help some." Stevens stared in amazement at his Congress- man, his eyes threatening to bulge out of his head. "What !" he gasped. "You got Langdon's money in Altacoola, through his son?" "I sure have, Senator," chuckled Norton. "He's in to the extent of fifty thousand, and I've prom- ised that the fifty shall make a hundred by spring." "It'll make three hundred thousand at least," snapped Peabody. "Norton, you've done a good day's work. By the way, a New York client of mine has a little business that I cannot attend to handily. Doesn't involve much work, and a young, hustling lawyer like you ought to take charge of it easily. The fee, I should say, would be about $10,000. Have you the time to under- take it?" The Congressman drew a long breath. His eyes beamed with gratitude. "I should say I have, Senator. Of course, it won't interfere with any of my duties as a Congress- man." Peabody smiled. "Of course not, Norton. I see that your sense of humor is improving. If convenient, run over to New York the last of the week. I'll give you a card. My client's office is at 10 Broadway." The ruler of the Senate nodded a curt dismissal. "Thank you, Senator; thank you very much." And Norton bowed and left, rejoicing. Peabody turned to Stevens. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 39 "You see, even a Congressman can be useful sometimes," remarked Stevens, dryly. "Keep your eye on that young man, Stevens. He's the most valuable Congressman we've had from your State in a long while. Does just what he is told and doesn't ask any fool questions. This was good work. Langdon's on the naval committee now sure. Come, Stevens; let's go to some quiet corner in the smoking-room. I want to talk to you about something else the Standard has on hand for you to do." Hardly had they departed from the lobby when resounding commotion at the entrance, followed by the rushing of porters and bellboys and -an ex- pectant pose on the part of the clerk, indicated that the new Senator from Mississippi had arrived. CHAPTER V i THE BOSS OF THE SENATE INSPECTS A NEW MEMBER AN actor playing the r61e of a high type of Southern planter would score a decided success by picturing the character exactly after the fashion of Senator William H. Langdon as he strode to the desk of the International Hotel. A wide-brimmed black hat thrust back on his head, a long black per- fecto in his mouth, coattails spreading out behind as he walked, and the "Big Bill" Langdon smile on his face that carried sunshine and good will wherever he went, he was good to look on, an in- spiration, particularly in Washington. Following the Senator were Miss Langdon and Hope Georgia, leading a retinue of hotel attendants staggering under a large assortment of luggage. Both beautiful girls, they caused a sensation all of their own. Carolina, a different type from the younger, had an austere loveliness denoting pride and birth, a brunette of the quality that has con- tributed so much to the fame of Southern women. Hope Georgia, more girlish, and a vivacious blonde, was the especial pet of her father, and usually suc- ceeded in doing with him what she chose. A real Senator and two such young women hand- somely gowned seemed to take the old hotel back a score of years back to the times when such sights were of daily occurrence. The ancient great- ness of the now dingy International lived again. 40 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 41 "How are you, Senator? Glad to welcome you, sir," was the clerk's greeting. The genial Senator held out his hand. Every- body was his friend. "Glad to meet you, sir; glad to meet you," he exclaimed. "Must make you acquainted with my daughters. This is Miss Carolina Langdon, this Miss Hope Georgia Langdon." The two girls, with their father's idea of cour- tesy, shook hands with the clerk, who was not at all taken aback by the unexpected honor. Hope Georgia was thoroughly delighted with everything, but Carolina looked at the worn and faded walls and furnishings with evident distaste. "Oh, this is Washington," murmured Hope Georgia ecstatically, clasping her hands and gaz- ing at a vista of artificial palms in a corridor. "Ah, this is Washington," sighed the new Sena- tor contentedly, as he gazed across a hall at the big- gest and most gorgeous cigar stand he had ever seen or ever hoped to see the only new thing added to the hotel since Grant was President. "Truly magnificent establishment you have here, sir; magnificent!" he exclaimed as an imitation marble column came within his purview. "I re- member my friend Senator Moseley speaking to me of it thirty years ago. Are our rooms ready?" The clerk, hugely pleased, hastened to assure him that everything was in first-class order, waiting. "You better go up, girls, while I look around a bit and sort of get the hang of things." "Yes, I think we had better look around a bit, too, before we decide, father," said Carolina, diplo- matically. Her father patted her affectionately on the arm. 42 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Now, don't you worry, Carolina. I see you think this place too expensive from its looks too good for us. But I tell you the best, even this, isn't too good for you girls and your dad. Kun away, and I'll come up and see you soon." The new Senator leaned his elbow on the desk, surveying the place. "I understand this is a favorite haunt for the big men of Washington," he said. The clerk eagerly agreed. "Yes, indeed, Senator; we have them all. Sena- tor Peabody and Senator Stevens were here just a moment ago. Boy, find Senator Peabody and Sena- tor Stevens and tell them Senator Langdon is here." The two Senators came quickly. "I'm glad to see you, Langdon ; glad to see you," exclaimed Stevens, with an assumption of effusive- ness. "I want to introduce you to Senator Pea- body of Pennsylvania." Peabody bowed, and Langdon held out his hand. "I'm delighted to meet you, Senator. This is a proud day for me, sir." Peabody had put on his smoothest and most polished manner. "I came especially to meet you, Senator Lang- don," he said. "Although we are on different sides we may be interested in the same things. I hope we shall see a great deal of each other." Langdon chuckled. "That's mighty good of you, Senator. I'm de- pending on you experienced fellows to put me through. Don't know much about this lawmaking business, you know. Raising cotton, arguing the Government and bossing niggers have been about 'A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 43 the extent of my occupation for the last forty years, so I reckon I'm not much of a practical lawmaker." "Oh, you'll learn; you'll learn quickly," assured Peabody. "With Stevens, here, for a guide you can't go wrong. We all look up to Stevens. He's one of the powers on your side. He's an able man, is Stevens." The new Senator from Mississippi gladly corrob- orated this. "You're right, sir. A great man! I tell you, when he told that Legislature what they ought to do, Senator Peabody, they did it. If it wasn't for Stevens I wouldn't be here now." In mock protest the senior Senator from Missis- sippi raised his hands. "Now, now, Langdon, don't say that. Your worth, your integrity, your character and our old friendship got you the senatorship." The old planter laughed gleefully. "Sure, Stevens, I have the character and the in- tegrity, but I reckon the character and integrity wouldn't have done much business if you hadn't had the Legislature." Clearly delighted, Peabody considered it certain that this new Senator knew just the way he should go and would cause no difficulty. His keen sense of gratitude made him appreciate how he had been elected. Peabody literally beamed on Langdon. "I hope we shall be able to work a good deal together, Senator," he said. "I have the interests of the South at heart, particularly with regard to this new naval base. Perhaps we may be able to get you on the naval committee." "Me!" laughed Langdon. "Well, that would be going strong! But I tell you I'm for the naval base." 44 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "For Altacoola?" suggested Stevens. Langdon hesitated. Peabody and Stevens watched him as eagles watch their prey from the mountain crag. "Well, it looks to me like Altacoola ought to be a fine site. But the actual place isn't so impor- tant to me. I tell you, gentlemen," he said in im- pressive seriousness that rang with sturdy Ameri- can manhood "I tell you that what is important is that the great, sweeping curve of the gulf shall hold some of those white ships of ours to watch over the Indies and the canal and to keep an eye on South America. "And right there on our own Southern coast I want these ships built and equipped and the guns cast and the men found to man them. I want the South to have her part in the nation's defense. I want her to have this great naval city as the living proof that there is again just one country the United States and the North and the South both have forgiven." Senator Peabody clapped the new member on the back. j "Good!" he exclaimed. "You've got to make some speeches like that. We'll have you as the orator for the naval base." Langdon's eyes opened wide. "Orator!" he gasped. "Me! An orator!" "Why, that was oratory, good oratory," ex- claimed Stevens, with enthusiasm. "Huh !" grunted the planter. "You call that ora tory. Why, that was only the truth." "We'll see that you do some more of it, then," laughed Peabody. "Remember, we count on you for the naval base." "JFor rural simplicity he's perfection," whis- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 45 pered Peabody to Stevens as they left the planter. "He's a living picture of innocence. We'll push him forward and let him do the talking for the naval affairs committee. Hiding behind him, we could put through almost any kind of a proposi- tion." Once more did the senior Senator from Missis- sippi acquiesce. CHAPTER VI NEW FRIENDS AND AN OLD ENEMY LANGDON gazed at the two departing Senators with varied emotions. He sat down to think over what they had said and to carefully consider what manner of man was Peabody, who showed such an interest in him. He realized that he would have considerable intercourse with Peabody in the proc- esses of legislation, and finally had to. admit to himself that he did not like the Senator from Pennsylvania. Just what it was Langdon could not at this time make certain, but he was mystified by traces of contradictions in the Senator's char- acter slight traces, true, but traces nevertheless. Peabody's cordiality and sympathy were to Lang- don's mind partly genuine and partly false. Just what was the cause of or the necessity for the alloy in the true metal he could not fathom. His talk with these famous lawmakers was un- satisfactory also in that it had conveyed to Lang- don the suggestion that the Senate was not pri- marily a great forum for the general and active consideration of weighty measures and of national policies. It had been his idea that the Senate was primarily such a forum, but the attitude of Pea- body and Stevens had hinted to him that there were matters of individual interest that outweighed public or national considerations. For instance, they were anxious that Altacoola should have the 49 naval base regardless of the claims or merits of any other section. That was unusual, puzzling to Langdon. Moreover, it was poor business, yet there were able business men in the Senate. Not one of them would, for instance, think of buying a site for a factory until he had investigated many possible locations and then selected the most favor- able one. Why was it, he pondered, that the busi- ness of the great United States of America was not conducted on business lines? He must study the whole question intelligently ; that was imperative. He must have advice, help. To whom was he to go for it? Stevens? Yes, his old friend, who knew all "the ropes." Yet even Stevens seemed different in Washington than Stevens in Mississippi. Here he played "second fiddle." He was even obsequious, Langdon had ob- served, to Peabody. In Mississippi he was a leader, and a strong one, too. But Senator Langdon had not yet learned of the many founts from which po- litical strength and political leadership may be gained. What he finally decided on was the engaging of a secretary, but he must be one with knowledge of political operations, one who combined wisdom with honesty. Ji3uch an aid could prevent Langdon from making the many mistakes that invariably mark the new man in politics, and he could point out the most effective modes of procedure under given circumstances. It might prove difficult to find a man of the necessary qualifications who was not already employed, but in the meantime Lang- don would watch the playing of the game himself and make his own deductions as best he could. The Senator started toward the hotel desk to ask regarding the whereabouts of his son Randolph, 48 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI when his attention was caught by the sight of three powerful negro porters endeavoring to thrust out- doors a threadbare old man. The victim's flowing white hair, white mustache and military bearing received short shrift. "Come along, Colonel ! Yo' can't sit heah all day. Them chairs is for the guests in the hotel," the head porter was urging as he jerked the old man toward the door. The Mississippian's fighting blood was instantly aroused at such treatment of a respectable old white man by negroes. His lips tightly compressed as he hurried to the rescue. He cried sharply : "Take your hands off that gentleman ! What do you mean by touching a friend of mine?" The negroes stepped back amazed. " 'Scuse me, Senator, is this gent'man a friend of yours?" the head porter gasped apologetically. Langdon looked at him. "You heard what I said," he drawled in the slow way natural to some men of the South when trouble threatens. "I'd like to have you down in Missis- sippi for about ten minutes." The head porter turned quickly on his assistants and drove them away, shouting at the top of his voice : "Get about yo' wuk. How dare yo' intehfere wid a friend of de Senator's? I'll teach yo' to be putting yoh nose in where it ain't got no business." The old man, astonished at the turn of events, came forward hesitatingly to Langdon. "I'm very much obliged to you, sir," he said. "I'm Colonel Stoneman, an old soldier." The Mississippian stretched forth his hand. "My name is Langdon, sir Senator Langdon of Mississippi. I am an old soldier, too." A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 49 "Delighted, Senator," exclaimed the seedy-look- ing old man, taking the offered hand gratefully. Langdon's easy method of making friends was well illustrated as he clapped his new companion on the back. Everybody he met was the Mississip- pian's friend until he had proved himself the con- trary. That had been his rule through life. "Come right over, Colonel; have a cigar, sir." Then, as they lighted their cigars, he inquired, "What army corps were you with, Colonel?" "I was under Grant along the Tennessee," re- plied the old G. A. R. man. Familiarity with a Senator was something new for him, and already he was straightening up and becoming more of a man every moment. Langdon was thoroughly interested. "I was along the Tennessee under Beauregard," he said. "Great generals, sir! Great generals!" ex- claimed Colonel Stoneman. "And great fighting, I reckon!" echoed the Con- federate. "You remember the battle of Crawfords- ville?" The old Federal smiled with joyous recollection. "Do I? Well, I should say I did! Were you there, Senator?" "Was I there? Why, I remember every shot that was fired. I was under Kirby, who turned your left wing." The attitude of the Northern soldier changed in- stantly. He drew himself up with cold dignity. Plainly he felt that he had the honor of his army to sustain. "Our left wing was never turned, sir!" he ex- claimed with dignity. Langdon stared at him with amazement. This 60 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI was a poiBt of view the Confederate had never heard befora "Never turned !" he gasped. "Don't tell me that ! I was there, and, besides, I've fought this battle on an average of twice a week ever since '65 down in Mississippi, and in all these years I never heard such a foolish statement." "What rank were you, sir?" asked the Union sol- dier, haughtily. "I was a captain that morning," confessed the Southerner. His old enemy smiled with superiority. "As a colonel I've probably got more accurate information," he said. "I was a colonel that evening," came the dry retort "But in an inferior army. We licked you, sir !" cried Stoneman, hotly. The Mississippian drew himself up with all the dignity common to the old Confederate soldier ex- plaining the war. "The South was never whipped, sir. We honor- ably surrendered, sir. We surrendered to save the country, sir, but we were never whipped." "Did you not run at Kenyon Hill?" taunted Stoneman. Langdon brought down his fist in the palm of the other hand violently. "Yes, sir ; we ran at you. I ought to remember. I got my wound there. You remember that long lane " He pulled off his hat and threw it on the floor, indicating it with one hand "Here was the Second Alabama." The hat of the old Federal dropped on the floor opposite the hat of the Confederate. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 51 "And here the Eighth. Illinois," exclaimed Stone- man. Langdon excitedly seized a diminutive bellboy passing by and planted him alongside his hat. "Stay there a moment, sonny," he cried. "You are the Fourth Virginia." The newspaper Stoneman was carrying came down opposite the startled bellboy, who was trying not to appear frightened. "This is the clump of cedars," he exclaimed. Both, in their eagerness, were bending down over their improvised battle plan, their heads close to- gether. "And here a farmhouse beside your cedars," cried Langdon. "That's where the rebels charged us," echoed the Union man. Langdon brought down his fist again with em- phatic gesture. "You bet we charged you! The Third Missis- sippi charged you ! I charged you, sir !" Stoneman nodded. "I remember a young fool of a Johnnie reb dash- ing up the hill fifty yards ahead of his men, wav- ing his sword and yelling like a wild Indian." The Southerner straightened up. "Well, where in thunderation would you expect me to be, sir?" he exclaimed. "Behind them? I got my wound there. Laid me up for three months ; like to have killed me." Then a new idea struck him. "Why, Colonel, it must have been a bullet from one of your men from your regiment, sir!" The old Northerner pushed his fingers through his hair and shook his head apologetically. "Why, Senator, I'm afraid it was," he hesitated. 5 A' GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Langdon's eyes were big with the afterglow of a fighter discussing the mighty struggles of the past, those most precious of all the jewels in the treasure store of a soldier's memory. "Why, it might have been a bullet fired by you, sir," he cried. "It might be that you were the man who almost killed me. Why, confound you, sir, ft'm glad to meet you !" Each old veteran of tragic days gone by had quite unconsciously awakened a responsive chord in the heart of the other. A Senator and a pen- niless old "down and outer" are very much the same in the human scale that takes note of the in- side and not the outside of a man. And they fell into each other's arms then and there, for what strong fighter does not respect another of his kind ? There they stood, arms around each other, clap- ping each other on the back, actually chortling in the pure ecstasy of comradeship, now serious, again laughing, when on the scene appeared Bud Haines, the correspondent, who had returned to interview the new Senator from Mississippi. "Great heavens !" ejaculated the newspaper man. "A Senator, a United States Senator, hugging a broken-down old 'has-been!' What is the world coming to?" Haines suddenly paused. "I wonder if it can be a pose merely for effect. It's getting harder every day to tell what's genuine and what isn't in this town." CHAPTER VII LANGDON LEARNS OF THINGS UNPLEASANT HAINES quickly walked over and touched the Southerner on the arm. "Well, my boy, what can I do for you?" asked the new Senator, turning with a pleasant smile. "My name is Haines. Senator Stevens was to speak to you about me. I'm the first of the news- paper correspondents come to interview you." Langdon's familiar smile broadened. "Well, you don't look as though you'd bite. Keckon I can stand for it. Is it very painful?" "I hope it won't be, Senator," Haines said, feel- ing instinctively that he was going to like this big, hearty citizen. "All right, Mr. Haines, just as soon as I've said good-by to my old friend, Colonel Stoneman, I'll be with you." And to his continued amazement Haines saw the Senator walk away with the old Union Colonel, slap him on the back, cheer him up and finally bid him good-by after extending a cordial invita- tion to come around to dinner, meet his daughters and talk over old times. The antiquated Federal soldier marched away more erect, more brisk, than in years, completely restored to favor in the eyes of the hotel people. Langdon turned to the reporter. "All right, Mr. Haines; my hands are up. Do 53 54 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI TOOT worst. Senator Stereos spoke to me about TOO; said TOO were the smartest young newspaper man in Washington. Ton must come from the Sooth." Bod shook his head. "No, jost New York," he said. "Well, that's a promising town," drawled the Sootheroer. "They tell me that's the Vicksborg of the North." "I suppose you haven't been to New York of late, Senator?" suggested the newspaper man. "Well, I started up there with General Lee once," responded Langdon reminiscentiy, "but we changed our minds and came back. You may have heard about that trip." Haines admitted that he had. "Since that time," went on Langdon, "Fve con- fined my travels to New Orleans and Vicksborg. Ever been in New Orleans about Mardi Gras time, Mr. Haines?" "Sorry, but I don't believe I have," confessed the reporter reluctantly. The Senator seemed surprised. "Well, sir, you have something to live for. Ill make it my special business to personally conduct you through one Mardi Gras, with a special under- standing, of course, that you don't print anything in the paper. I'm a vestryman in my church, but since misfortune has come upon our State I have to be careful." Haines searched his brain. He knew of no grave calamity that had happened recently in Mississippi. "Misfortune?" he questioned. Senator Langdon nodded. "Yes, sir, the great old State of Mississippi went prohibition at the last election. I don't know how A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 55 it happened. We haven't found anybody in the State that says he voted for it, but 'the fact is a fact. I assure yon, Mr. Haines, that prohibition stops at my front door, in Mississippi. So I've been living a quiet life down on my plantation." "This new life will be a great change for you, then?" suggested the reporter. "Change! It's revolutionary, sir! When you've expected to spend your old days peacefully in the country, Mr. Raines, suddenly to find that your State has called on you " A flavor of sarcasm came into Haines' reply. "The office seeking the man? 9 He could not help the slight sneer. Was a man never to admit that he had sought the office? Haines knew only too well of the arduous work necessary to secure nom- inations for high office in conventions and to win an election to the Senate from a State Legisla- ture, In almost every case, he knew, the candi- date must make a dozen different "deals"' to se- cure votes, might promise the same office to two or three different leaders, force others into line by threats, send a trusted agent to another with a roll of bank bills the recipient of which would immediately conclude that this candidate was the only man in the State who could save the nation from destruction. Had not Haines seen men who had sold their unsuspecting delegates for cash to the highest bidder rise in the convention hall and in impassioned, dramatic voice exclaim in praise of the buyer, "Gentlemen, it would be a crying shame, a crime against civilization, if the chosen representatives of our grand old State of did not go on record in favor of such a man, such a true citizen, such an inspired patriot, as he whose name I am about to mention"? So the reporter may be forgiven for the ironical tinge in his hasty interruption of the new Senator's remarks. Langdon could not suppress a chuckle at the doubting note in Haines' attitude. "I think the man would be pretty small potatoes who wouldn't seek the office of United States Sena- tor, Mr. Haines," he said, "if he could get it. When I was a young man, sir, politics in the South was a career for a gentleman, and I still can't see how he could be better engaged than in the service of his State or his country." "That's right," agreed the reporter, further im- pressed by the frank sincerity of the Mississippian. "The only condition in my mind, Mr. Haines, is that the man should ask himself searchingly whether or not he's competent to give the service. But I seem to be talking a good deal. Suppose we get to the interview. Expect your time is short. We'd better begin." "I thought we were in the interview?" smiled the correspondent "In it!" exclaimed Langdon. "Well, if this is it, it isn't so bad. I see you use a painless method. W r hen I was down in Vicksburg a reporter backed me up in a corner, slipped his hand in his hip pocket and pulled out a list of questions just three feet four inches long. "He wanted to know what I thought concerning the tariff on aluminium hydrates, and how I stood about the opening of the Tento Pu Reservation of the Comanche Indians, and what were my ideas about the differential rate of hauls from the Mis- souri River. "He was a wonder, that fellow! Kinder out of place on a Mississippi paper. I started to offer him a job, but he was so proud I was afraid he wouldn't accept it However, it gives you my idea of a reporter." "If you've been against that, I ought to thank you for talking to me," laughed Haines. "Then you don't want to know anything about that sort of stuff?" said Langdon, with a huge sigh of relief. "No, Senator," was the amused reply. "I think generally if I know what sort of a man a man is I can tell a great deal about w T hat he will think on various questions." Langdon started interestedly. "You mean, Mr. Haines, if you know whether I'm honest or not you can fit me up with a set of views. Is that the idea? Seems to me you're the sort of man I'm looking for." The other smilingly shook his head. "I wouldn't dare fix up a United States Senator w r ith a set of views," he said. "I only mean that I think what a man is is important. I've been doing Washington for a number of years. I've had an exceptional opportunity to see how politics work. I don't believe in party politics. I don't believe in parties, but I do believe in men." Langdon nodded approvingly, then a twinkle shone in his eyes. "We don't believe in parties in Mississippi," he drawled. "We've only one the Democratic party and a few kickers." ; Haines grinned broadly at this description of Southern politics. "What was this you were saying about national politics?" continued the Mississippian. "I'm a be- ginner, you know, and I'm always ready to learn." "This is a new thing a reporter teaching a Sena- tor politics," laughed Haines. Senator Langdon joined in the merriment. "I reckon reporters could teach United States Senators lots of things, Mr. Haines, if the Senators had sense enough to go to school. Now, I come up here on a platform the chief principle of which is the naval base for the gulf. Now, how are we going to put that through? My State wants it." "You're probably sure it will be a wonderful thing for the country and the South," suggested Haines. "Of course." "But why do you think most of the Congress- men and Senators will vote for it?" The Southerner took off his hat, leaned back and gazed across the lobby thoughtfully. "Seems to jne the benefit to the South and country would be sufficient reason, Mr. Haines," he finally replied. The newspaper man's brain worked rapidly. Going over the entire conversation with Langdon and what he had seen of him, he was certain that the Mississippian believed what he said that, moreover, the belief was deeply rooted. His long newspaper training had educated Haines in the ways of men, their actions and mental processes what naturally to expect from a given set of cir- cumstances. He felt a growing regard, an affec- tion, for this unassuming old man before him, who did not know and probably would be slow to under- stand the hypocrisy, the cunning trickery of law- makers who unmake laws. "Sufficient reason for you, Senator," Haines added. "You have not been in politics very long, have you?" he queried dryly. A wry smile wrinkled the Mississippian's face. "Been in long enough to learn some unpleasant A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 59 things I didn't know before." He remembered Martin Sanders. "Will you allow me to tell you a few more?" asked Haines. Langdon inclined his head in acquiescence. "Reckon I'd better know the worst and get through with it." "Well, then, Senator, somebody from Nebraska will vote for what you want in the way of the naval base because he'll think then you'll help him de- mand money to dredge some muddy creek that he has an interest in. "Somebody in Pennsylvania will vote for it be- cause he owes a grudge and wants to hurt the Philadelphia ship people. "You'll get the Democrats because it's for the South, but if your bill was for the west coast they might fight it tooth and nail, even with the Japanese fleet cruising dangerously near. "And the Republicans may vote for it because they see a chance to claim glory and perhaps break the solid South in the next presidential campaign. You catch the idea?" "What!" exclaimed the astounded Langdon. "Well, who in hades will vote for it because it's for the good of the United States?" he gasped. "I believe you will, Senator," replied Haines, with ready confidence. HOW SENATOR LANGDON GETS A SECRETARY LANGDON leaned over and seized the arm of his interviewer. "See here, young man, why aren't you in poli- tics?" he said. "Too busy, Senator," replied Haines. "Besides, I like the newspaper game." "Game?" queried Langdon. "Oh, I use the word in a general sense, Senator," replied Haines. "Pretty much everything is a 'game' society, politics, newspaper work, business of every sort. Men and women make 'moves' to meet the moves of other men and women. Why, even in religion, the way some people play a " The speaker was interrupted by the appearance of Hope Georgia, who was searching for her father. "Stay here and listen to what a hard task your old father has got," said the Mississippian to his daughter, whom he presented to Haines with a pic- turesque flourish reminiscent of the pride and chivalry of the old South. "He has the idea that those New Yorkers who read his paper would ac- tually like to know something about me." Hope Georgia stole many glances at the reporter as he talked with her father. He made a deep im- pression on her young mind. She had spent almost all her life on the plantation, her father provid- ing her with a private tutor instead of sending her >A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 61 to boarding-school, where her elder sister had been educated. Owing to the death of her mother the planter had desired to keep Hope Georgia at home for companionship. This good-looking, clean-cut, well-built young man who was taking so big and so active a part of the world's work brought to her the atmosphere that her spirit craved. He gave one an impression of ability, of earnestness, of sin- cerity, and she was glad that her father approved of him. Hope Georgia, by the same token, did not escape the attention of the interviewer. Her appealing charm of face and figure was accentuated by her daintiness and a fleeting suggestion of nai'vetS in poise and expression w r hen she was amused. His first glance revealed to Haines that her eyes were gray, the gray that people say indicates the pos- sessor to have those priceless qualities the quali- ties that make the sweetest women true, that make the maiden's eyes in truth the windows of her soul, the qualities that make w 7 omen womanly. She sat close to her father, her hand in his, lis- tening intently to the unfolding of a story of what to her was a mysterious world the man's world, the strong man's world which many a woman would give her all to enter and play a part therein. "What else have you against a political career, Mr. Haines?" went on the Senator, taking up their conversation. "Well, my age, for one thing. I haven't any gray hairs." Langdon waved this objection aside. "I might arrange to pool ages with you. Some- times I think we want young men in politics, like you." The reporter shook his head. 62 r A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Old in age and yonng in politics, like you, Sena- tor Langdon," he replied. "Politics I sometimes think is pure hypocrisy and sometimes something worse. A man gets disgusted with the trickery and dishonesty and corruption." "Then," drawled Langdon, "the thing to do is to jump in and stop it! I read in the newspapers a great deal about corruption. The gentlemen in na- tional politics whom I have had the honor of know- ing Senator Moseley, an intimate friend of thirty years; my present colleague, Senator Stevens, and others have been as honest as the day is long." "But the days do get short in November, when Congress meets, don't they?" laughed Haines, ris- ing. "I'm afraid I've taken too much of your time, and I seem to have talked a lot." Langdon was amused. "Does look like I'd been interviewing you. I reckon each one of us has got a pretty good notion of what the other man's like. I wanted it that way, and I like you, Mr. Haines. I've got a proposition to make to you. They tell me I'll need a secretary. Now, I think I need just such a young man as you. I don't know just exactly what the work would be or what the financial arrangements should be, but I think you and I would make a pretty good team. I wish you'd come." He turned to his daughter, with a smile. "What do you think of that, Hope Georgia? Isn't your dad right?" Smiling her approval, the young girl squeezed her father's hand in her enthusiasm. "I think it's a splendid idea, dad; just great! Won't you come, Mr. Haines? We eh I I know my father would like to have you." As he stood before his two new-found friends for such Haines now considered the Mississippian A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 63 j and his daughter he could not suppress feelings of surprise tinged with uncertainty. He had, like other newspaper men, received offers of employ- ment from politicians who desired to increase their influence with the press. Sometimes the salary of- fered had been large, the work so light that the re- porter could "earn" the money and yet retain his newspaper position, a scantily disguised species of bribery, which had wrecked the careers of several promising reporters well known to Haines, young men who had been thus led into "selling their col- umns" by unscrupulous machine dictators. Haines knew that the Mississippian had no ul- terior purpose to serve in his offer, yet he must have time to think over the proposal. "I thank you, Senator," he finally said. "I ap- preciate the opportunity, coming from you, but I've never thought of giving up the newspaper profes- sion. It's a fascinating career, one that I am too fond of to leave." Langdon started to reply, when a delightfully modulated Southern voice interrupted : "Father, I've been out with Mrs. Spangler to look for some other rooms. I don't like this hotel, and I found some that I do like." Haines turned to see a handsomely gowned young woman who had the stamp of a patrician's daughter in her bearing and her countenance a brunette, with delicate features, though determination shone in her eyes and appeared in the self-contained poise of her head. She was the imperious type of beauty and suggested to Haines the dry point etchings of Paul Helleu. He instinctively conceived her to be intensely ambitious, and of this Haines was soon to have unexpected evidence. Gazing at her with 64 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI a sense of growing admiration, Haines gave an in- voluntary start as Senator Langdon spoke. "My daughter, Miss Carolina Langdon, Mr. Haines," said the Senator. Carolina was interested. "Are you the newspaper man who is interview- ing father? I hope you'll do a nice one. We want him to be a successful and popular Senator. We'd like to help him if we could." The correspondent bowed. "I should say you certainly would help him to be a popular Senator," he declared, emphatically, failing to notice that Hope Georgia was somewhat annoyed at the enthusiasm displayed over her elder sister. In fact, Hope Georgia was suffering a partial, if not total, eclipse. "I'm leaving it to Mr. Haines to put down the things I ought to say." broke in the Senator. "He knows." "Yes, he knows everything about Washington, Carolina," exclaimed Hope Georgia, spiritedly. The older girl spoke eagerly. "I wish you'd interview me, Mr. Haines. Ask me how I like Washington. I feel as though I must tell some one just how much I do like it ! It is too wonderful !" "I'd like mighty well to interview you, Miss Lang- don," enthusiastically exclaimed Haines. "I hope you will some time, Mr. Haines," re- marked Carolina, as she said good-by. Watching her as she turned away, Haines saw her extend a warm greeting to Congressman Charles Norton, who had advanced toward the group. "Strange how the Langdons treat him as a friend intimate one, too," he thought. "What if they should learn of Norton's questionable operations at the Capitol; of his connection with two unsavory 'deals,' one of which resulted in an amendment to the pure food law so that manufacturers of a value- less 'consumption cure' could continue to mislead the victims of the 'white plague' ; Norton, who had uttered an epigram now celebrated in the tap-rooms of Washington, 'The paths of glory lead but to the graft.' ' "Miss Langdon is very beautiful and attractive, sir," said Haines, resuming with the Senator. "Yes," drawled the Mississippian. "Girls in the South generally are." "Well, I must be going. I'll think about your secretaryship, Senator Langdon. Perhaps I can find some one." "Wish you'd think about it for yourself," ob- served the Senator, while Hope Georgia again nodded approval. "It would be a hard job. There are so many matters of political detail about which I am sadly inexperienced that really most of the work would fall on the secretary." Bud Haines paused. Again he thought over Langdon's offer. Its genuineness appealed to him. Suddenly there dawned on him an idea of just what it might mean to be associated with this honest old citizen who had asked for his help who needed it, as Haines knew only too well. He would be the Senator's guide and confidant his adviser in big matters. Why, he would practically be United States Senator himself. He knew the "inside" as few others in Washington. Here was a chance to match his wit against that of Peabody, the boss of the Senate ; a chance to spoil some of the dishonest schemes of those who were adroitly "playing the game." He could bother, too, the intriguing mem- bers of the "third house/' as the lobbyists are called. 66 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI He could direct a lightning bolt into the camp of Andy Corrigan, who claimed the honor of being "speaker of the third house." These thoughts crowded into his mind. Then, too, he would be- come practically a member of the Langdon family and have association with the two charming daugh- ters with Carolina Langdon. "It would be a great chance," he murmured half aloud ; "next thing to being a Senator." The old Mississippian heard the young man's words. "I reckon it would," he drawled, in agreement "You feel sure you want me?" urged the other. Langdon chuckled. "I asked you," he said. Haines came abruptly to decision. "I've thought it over, Senator, and it seems to me it will be a great chance in every way. I'll accept. We'll fix it up to-morrow, and I'll try to make you a good secretary." Langdon held forth his hand. "And I'll try to make you a good Senator, my boy. Fix up nothing to-morrow. Your duties be- gin to-night. You are to come to dinner with me and my daughters." CHAPTER IX A NEW KIND OF POLITICAL 'PARTNERSHIP THE combination of the forces of Langdon and Haines did not find much favor among the powers that are at the Capitol. Senator Peabody per- emptorily demanded an explanation from Stevens as to how he had allowed "his Senator" to engage as his secretary "this inquisitive man Haines, a re- porter who didn't know his place." "Here we've put Langdon on naval affairs be- cause we knew he didn't understand what's going on, and you, Stevens, supposed to be the finished product of the political mill, you fall asleep and let him take up a man whom nobody can control, one who knows the inside workings of Washington and who will take par-tic-u-lar pleasure in teaching your fellow Mississippian far too much for our good." Stevens' reply, to effect that probably Haines would consent to be "taken care of if judiciously approached, was derided by the observant Peabody. "A young reformer grows fat on notoriety," he laughed, "and think what a scandal he would have for his newspaper if we took a chance on disclosing our hand to him. No, no, Stevens; we must have him watched and try to discredit him in some way. Perhaps we can make Langdon believe that his sec- retary is dishonest." Congressman Norton was another man who was dismayed at the formation of the firm of Langdon 67 68 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI and Haines. Young Randolph, too, could not for- get the defeat and humiliation he had previously suffered at Haines' hands and grew more bitter as the reporter's influence over his father grew stronger. But Haines' most effective enemy had arisen in the person he would be the last to sus- pect ; one whom he unceasingly admired, one whose very words he had come to cherish. And possibly it was not all her own fault that Carolina Langdon had enlisted her services, subtle and quite over- whelming (owing to Haines' fervent worship of her), against the secretary. Perhaps the social sys- tem of which she had become a part in Washington had something to do with the craving to become a leader in that fascinating world whose dazzling variety and infinite diversion seemed to fill her soul with all that it yearned for. Love she had, for she had now promised to wed Congressman Norton. She loved him fondly, she had confessed to him, and gradually she came to work desperately against Haines, who, she had been convinced by Norton and Randolph, would prove a stumbling-block to them, to her father, to herself in her career at the capital, if his influence over the Senator should be permit- ted to exist or to increase. And so on the surface Carolina Langdon was most amiable to the secre- tary, encouraged him in his attentions to her, led him surely into her power, Norton having prevailed on her to keep the knowledge of their engagement secret from every one, even her father. The days and nights became filled with important work for Senator Langdon and his secretary. To- gether they w r ent over the important measures, out- lined what appeared to be the best course of pro- cedure, and carried it into effect as far as possible. Langdon became a prominent figure in the Senate, A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 69 owing to his consistent support of measures that fitted in with the public policy, or what should be the public policy, of the nation. He had learned that the only practicable way to outwit or to cope with the members of the dominating machine, made up, he was surprised to see, of members of both the parties the only two in Washington was to op- pose what the machine wanted with enough power to force it to grant him what he believed the public ought to have. He was described by some of the hide-bound "insiders" on Capitol Hill as "the only brainy man who had fought the machine in thirty years." At the home he had later established in Washing- ton as preferable to the International Hotel were frequently seen a small coterie of Senators and Congressmen who had become known to the sarcas- tic party bosses in both houses of Congress as the "Langdon crowd," which crowd was admitted to be somewhat a factor when it finally prevailed on the President to take over 11,000 postmasters from the appointment class and put them under the control of the Civil Service Commission, resulting in the necessity of a competitive examination for these postmasters instead of their securing positions through political favoritism. Those who did not know Langdon intimately sug- gested that "this fellow ought to be 'taken care of.' What in God's name does he want? A committee chairmanship? An ambassadorship for some Mis- sissippi charcoal burner? A couple of Federal judgeships for his friends? Well, whatever it is, give it to him and get him in with the rest of us !" Again it was Peabody who had the deciding say. "There's only one thing worse than a young re- former, and that's an old one," he laughed bitterly 70 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI at a secret conclave at his apartment in the lux- urious Louis Napoleon Hotel. "The young one thinks he is going to live and wants our future profits for himself. The old one thinks he's going to die, and he's sore at leaving so much graft be- hind him." Heads and hearts thinking and throbbing to- gether, Langdon and his secretary had learned to lean on each other, the young gaining inspiration from the old, the old gaining strength from the young. They loved each other, and, more than any love, they trusted one another. And Hope Georgia watched it all and rejoiced, for she believed with all the accrued erudition of eighteen years of inno- cent girlhood that Mr. Bud Haines was quite the finest specimen of young manhood this world had ever produced. How could he have happened ? She was sure that she had never met his equal, not even in that memorable week she had spent in Jackson. The passing weeks taught Haines that he was deeply in love with Carolina, and, though he had endeavored to keep the knowledge of this from her, her woman's intuition had told her his secret, and she stifled the momentary regrets that flitted into her mind, because she was now in "the game" her- self, the Washington game, that ensnares the woman as well as the man and makes her a slave to its fancy. No one but herself and Norton knew how deeply she had "plunged" on a certain possible turn of the political cards. She must not, she could not, lose if life itself were to remain of value to her, and on her sway over this secretary she was told it all depended. A subject that for some unexplained reason fre- quently lodged in Haines' mind was that of the ap- parent assiduity with which Mrs. Spangler culti- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 71 vated Senator Langdon's friendship. For several years she had occupied a high social position at the capital, he well knew, but various indefinite, in- tangible rumors he had heard, he could not state exactly where, had made him regret her growing intimacy with the girls and with the Senator. They had met her through letters of introduction of the most trustworthy and assuring character from peo- ple of highest social rank in Virginia, where the Langdons had many friends; but even so, Haines realized, people who write introductory letters are sometimes thoughtless in considering all the cir- cumstances of the parties they introduce, and resi- dents of Virginia who had not been in the capital for years might be forgiven for not knowing of all the more recent developments in the lives of those they knew in Washington. While not wishing to have the Senator know of his intention, the secre- tary determined to investigate Mrs. Spangler and her present mode of life at his first opportunity, hoping the while that his quest would reveal her to be what the Langdons considered her a widow of wealth, fashion and reserve who resided at the capital because the memories of her late husband, a former Congressman of high standing, were asso- ciated with it. Calling at the Langdons' house one evening in February to receive directions regarding important work for the next day, Haines was somewhat puz- zled at the peculiar smile on the Senator's face. Answering the secretary's look of inquiry, the Mis- sissippian said: "I've been told that I can name the new holder of a five-thousand-dollar-a-year position in the De- partment of Commerce and Labor, and that if I 72 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI have no one in particular from my State to name that that you would be a good man for the job. First I was glad for your sake, my boy, for if you wanted it you could have the position. But on thinking it over it seemed there might be something behind it not showing on the surface." "It's a trick," said Haines. "Who made the offer?" "Senator Stevens." "I might have known," hotly responded the sec- retary. "There's a crowd that wants you and me separated. Thought this bait too much for me to resist, did they?" Then he paused, rubbing his fin- gers through his hair in a perplexed manner. "Strange, isn't it, Senator, that a man of your party is offered this desirable piece of patronage, entirely unsolicited on your part, from the admin- istration of another, a different political party? Especially when that other party has so many hun- gry would-be 'tax eaters' clamoring to enter the 'land of milk and honey.' I think Stevens deliber- ately " "There, there, Bud," broke in Langdon, "you mustn't say anything against Senator Stevens to me. True, he associates with some folks I don't approve of, but that doesn't necessarily mean any- thing wrong, and I myself have always found him thoroughly honest." "Yes," muttered the secretary, following the Sen- ator into the library, "you've always found him hon- est because you think everybody's honest but Ste- vens is just the doctor who will cure you of this ailment this chronic trustfulness." Haines laughed softly. "When Peabody's little Stevie gets through hacking at the prostrate body A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 73 of political purity his two-handed sword of politi- cal corruption will need new edges." Thus far neither the Senator nor his secretary had suspicion of any questionable deal in regard to the gulf naval base. The rush of other events, particularly the fight over the reduction of the tariff, had pushed this project temporarily into the background so far as they were concerned, though the "boss of the Senate" and his satellites had been losing no time in perfecting their plans regarding the choice of Altacoola as the site. Peabody and Stevens had ingeniously exploited Langdon at every possible opportunity in relation to the naval base. Asked about new developments in the committee on naval affairs, the ready answer was : "Better see Senator Langdon. He knows all about the naval base; has the matter in full charge. I really know little about it." So, by hiding behind the unsuspecting old hero of Crawfordsville, they diverted from themselves any possible suspicion and placed Langdon where he would have to bear the brunt of the great scandal that would, they well knew, come out at some fu- ture time after their foul conspiracy against the nation had been consummated, after the fruits of their betrayal had been secured. What, after all, the schemers concluded, is the little matter of an investigation among Senators to guilty Senators who, deeply versed in the law, have destroyed every compromising document that could be admissible as evidence? Why, the Senate would appoint an investigating committee and investigate itself, would it not, when the ridiculous scandal came? And what Senator would fear himself, or for him- self, as he investigated himself, when the blame had 74 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI already been put publicly on some one else, some simple-minded old soul who could go back to his cotton fields in Mississippi and forget all about it, strong in his innocence, even though shorn of repu- tation, and desire to live? CHAPTER X WHEN SENATORS DISAGREE THE wiseacres of Washington had nightly pre- dicted that the site of the hundred-million-dollar gulf naval base would be decided on in March, after the excitement and gayety attending the presiden- tial inauguration had subsided. On the morning of the day before this action of the committee on naval affairs was to be taken Sec- retary Haines sat at his desk in Senator Langdon's committee room in the Capitol. Richard Cullen, the favorite associate of Haines in his journalistic days, out earlier than usual on his daily round of the departments for news for his Chicago paper, had strolled in and attempted a few of his charac- teristic cynicisms. Haines usually found them en- tertaining, but these were directed at Senator Lang- don. "Now, let me tell you something, Dick," the sec- retary answered, firmly. "Don't you work off all your dyspeptic ideas in this neighborhood. My Senator is a great man. They can't appreciate him up here because he's honest crystal clear. I used to think I knew what a decent citizen, a real man, ought to be, but he's taught me some new things. He'll teach them all something before he gets through." Cullen hung one leg over Haines' desk. "You're a nice, quiet, gentlemanly little optimist, 715 76 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI and I like you, old fellow," retorted Cullen. "But don't deceive yourself too much. Your Senator Langdon is personally one of the best ever. But he was born a mark, and a mark he'll be to the end of time. "He looks good now. Sure, I like his speeches, and all that, but just wait. When some of those old foxes in the Senate want to put his head in the bag and tie it down, they won't have anv trouble at all." Smiling, Haines looked up at his cynical friend. "The bag'll have to go over my head, too," he said, with a nod. "Well, I don't know that Peabody'd have to strain himself very much to get such an awful big bag to drop you both in, if it comes right down to that, old chap. You're making a mistake. You're as bad as your old man. You're a beautiful pair of optimists, and you a good newspaper man, too it's a shame!" After momentary hesitation, Cullen continued, thoroughly serious. "But, my old friend," he said in low tone, glanc- ing quickly about, "there's one thing that you've got to put a stop to. It's hurting you." The secretary's face showed his bewilderment. "What do you mean?" he snapped, abruptly. "Out with it!" "I mean," replied Cullen, "that rumors are going around that you are keeping Langdon away from the crowd of 'insiders' in the Senate for your own purposes that, in short, you plan to " "I understand," was the quick interruption. "I am accused of wanting to 'deliver' Senator Lang- don, guarantee his vote, on some graft proposition, so that I can get the money and not he himself. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 77! Consequently I'm tipping him off on what meas- ures are honest, so that he'll vote for them, until until I'm offered my price, then influence him to vote for some big crooked scheme, telling him it is all right. He votes as I suggest, and I get the money !" "That's what 'delivering a man' means in Wash- ington," dryly answered the Chicago correspondent. "It means winning a man's confidence, his support, his vote, through friendship, and then selling it for cash " "But you, Dick, you have " "Of course, old man, I have denied the truth of this. I knew you too well to doubt you. Still, the yarn is hurting you. Remember that Western Sena- tor who was 'delivered' twice, both ways, on a graft bill?" he laughingly asked the secretary. "Should say I did, Dick. That is the record for that game. It was a corporation measure. One rail- road wanted it; another opposed it. The Senator innocently told an Eastern Senator that he was going to vote for the bill. Then the Easterner went to the railroad wanting the bill passed and got $7,000 on his absolute promise that he would get Senator X. to vote for it, who, of course, did vote for it." "Yes," said Cullen, "and later, when Senator X. heard that Senator Z. had got money for his vote, he was wild. Then when another effort was made ; to pass the bill (which had been defeated) the 'de- livered' Senator said to Z. as he met him unexpect- edly: 'You scoundrel, here's where I get square with you to some extent. Anyway, I'm going to vote against that bill this time and make a long speech against it, too.' Senator Z. then hustled to the lobbyist of the railroad that wanted the bill 78 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI killed and guaranteed him that for $10,000 he could get Senator X. to change his vote, to vote against the bill." "And he got the money, too, both ways," added Haines, as Cullen concluded, "and both railroads to this day think that X. received the money from Z." "Of course," said Cullen, "but X. was to blame, though. He didn't know enough to keep to himself how he was going to vote. Any man that talks that way will be 'delivered.' " "I know how to stop those rumors, for I'm sure it's Peabody's work, he thinking Langdon will hear the talk and mistrust me," began Haines, when in came Senator Langdon himself, his face beaming contentedly. Little did the junior Senator from Mississippi realize that he was soon to face the se* verest trial, the most vital crisis, of his entire life. Cullen responded to the Senator's cheery greet- ing of "Mornin', everybody !" "Senator," he asked, "my paper wants your opin- ion on the question of the election of Senators by popular vote. Do you think the system of electing Senators by vote of State Legislatures should be abolished?" The Mississippian cocked his head to one side. "I reckon that's a question that concerns future Senators, and not those already elected," he chuck- led. Haines laughed at Cullen, who thrust his pad into his pocket and hurried away. "It is to-day that I appear before the ways and means committee, isn't it?" Langdon queried of his secretary. "Yes," said Haines, consulting his memorandum book. "At 11 o'clock you go before ways and means A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 79 to put forward the needs of your State on the mat- ter of the reduction of the tariff on aluminium hydrates. The people of Mississippi believe it has actually put back life into the exhausted cotton lands. In Virginia they hope to use it on the to- bacco fields." "Where does the pesky stuff come from?" asked the Senator. "From South America," coached the secretary. "The South is in a hurry for it, so the duty must come down. You'll have to bluff a bit, because Pea- body and his crowd will try to make a kind of bar- gain wanting you to keep up iron and steel duties. But you don't believe that iron and steel need help, you will tell them, don't you see> so that they will feel the necessity of giving you what you want for the South in order to gain your support for the iron and steel demands." The office door opened and Senator Peabody ap- peared. "Peabody," whispered the secretary. Instantly the Mississippian had his cue. His back to Peabody, he rose, brought down his fist heavily upon the desk, and expounded oratorically to Haines: "What we can produce of aluminium hydrates, my boy, is problematical, but the South is in a hurry for it, and the duty must come down. It's got to come down, and I'm not going to do anything else until it does." The secretary stretched across the desk. "Excuse me, Senator; Senator Peabody is here," he said, loudly and surprisedly, as though he had just sighted the boss of the Senate. The Mississippian turned. 80 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Oh, good-morning, Senator. I was just talking with my secretary about that hydrate clause." Peabody bowed slightly. "Yes, I knew it was coming up," he said, "so I just dropped over. I'm not opposed to it or any Southern measure; but it makes it more difficult for me when you Southern people oppose certain Pitts- burg interests that I have to take care of." Langdon smiled. "I've never been in Pittsburg, but they tell me it looks as if it could take care of itself." The visitor shrugged his shoulders. "That's true enough ; but give and take is the rule in political matters, Langdon." This remark brought a frown to Langdon's face. "I don't like bargaining between gentlemen, Pea- body. More important still, I don't believe Ameri- can politics has to be run on that plan. Why can't we change a lot of things now that we are here?" Langdon became so enthused that he paced up and down the room as he spoke. "Peabody, you and Stevens and I," continued Langdon, "could get our friends together and right now start to make this great capital of our great country the place of the 'square deal,' the place where give and take, bargain and sale, are un- known. We could start a movement that w r ould drive out all secret influences " The secretary noticed Peabody's involuntary start. "The newspapers would help us," went on Lang- don. "Public opinion would be with us, and both houses of Congress would have to join in the work if we went out in front, led the way and showed them their plain duty. And I tell you, Senator Peabody, that the principles that gave birth to this A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 81 country, the principles of truth, honesty, justice and independence, would rule in Washington " "If Washington cared anything about them, Langdon," interjected the Pennsylvanian. "That's my point," cried the Mississippian "let us teach Washington to care about them !" "Langdon, Langdon," said Peabody, patronizing- ly? "you've seized on a bigger task than you know. After you reform Washington you will have to go on and reform human nature, human instincts, every human being in the country, if you want to make politics this angelic thing you describe. It isn't politics, it's humanity, that's wrong," waving aside a protest from Langdon. "Anyway, your idea is not constitutional, Lang- don," continued Peabody. "You want everybody to have a share in the national government. That wouldn't meet the theory of centralization woven into our political system by its founders. They in- tended that our Government should be controlled by a limited number of representatives, so that au- thority can be fixed and responsibility ascertained." "You distort my meaning!" cried Langdon. "And, Senator, I would like to ask why so many high-priced constitutional lawyers who enter Con- gress spend so much time in placing the Constitu- tion of the United States between themselves and their duty, sir, between the people and their Gov- ernment, sir, between the nation and its destiny? I want to know if in your opinion the Constitution was designed to throttle expression of the public will?" "Of course not. That's the reason you and I, Langdon, and the others are elected to the Senate," added Peabody, starting to leave. Then he halted. "By the way, Senator," he said, "I'll do my best to 82 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI arrange what you want regarding aluminium hy- drates for the sake of the South, and I'll also stand with you for Altacoola for the naval base. Our committee is to make its report to-morrow." Langdon observed the penetrating gaze that Pea- body had fixed on him. It seemed to betray that the Pennsylvanian's apparently careless manner was assumed. "H'm!" coughed Langdon, glancing at Haines. "I'm not absolutely committed to Altacoola until I'm sure it's the best place. I'll make up my mind to-day definitely, and I think it will be for Alta- coola." The boss of the Senate went out, glaring venom- ously at Haines, slamming the door. A moment later a page boy brought in a card. "Colonel J. D. Telfer, Gulf City," read the Senator. "Bud," he remarked to the secretary, "I'm going to send my old acquaintance, Telfer, Mayor of Gulf City, in here for you to talk to. He'll want to know about his town's chances for being chosen as the naval base. I must hurry away, as I have an ap- pointment with my daughters and Mrs. Spangler before going before ways and means." CHAPTER XI ON THE TRAIL OF THE "INSIDERS" COLONEL J. D. TELFER ( J .D. standing for Jeffer- son Davis, he explained proudly to Haines) proved a warm advocate of the doubtful merits of Gulf City as a hundred-million-dollar naval base. His flushed face grew redder, his long white hair be- came disordered, and he tugged at his white mus- tache continually as he waxed warmer in his efforts to impress the Senator's secretary. "I tell you, Mr. Haines, Gulf City, sah, leads all the South when it comes to choosin' ground fo' a naval base. Her vast expanse of crystal sea, her miles upon miles of silvah sands, sah, protected by a natural harbor and th' islands of Mississippi Sound, make her th' only spot to be considered. She's God's own choice and the people's, too, for a naval base." "But, unfortunately, Congress also has something to say about choosing it," spoke Haines. "To be shuah they do," said Gulf City's Mayor, "but " "And there was a man here from Altacoola yes- terday," again interrupted the secretary, "who said that Gulf City was fit only to be the State refuge for aged and indigent frogs." "Say, they ain't a man in Altacoola wot can speak th' truth," indignantly shrieked the old Col- onel, almost losing control of himself; "because 88 84 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI their heads is always a-buzzin' and a-hummin' from th' quinine they have to take to keep th' fever away, sah !" The Mayor sat directly in front of Haines, at the opposite side of his desk. Regaining his composure, he suddenly leaned forward and half whispered to the secretary : "Mah young friend, don't let Senator Langdon get switched away from Gulf City by them cheap skates from Altacoola, Now, if you'll get th' Sena- tor to vote fo' Gulf City we'll see I'll see, sah, as an officer of th' Gulf City Lan' Company that you get taken ca-ah of." Haines' eyes opened wide. "Go on, Colonel ; go on with your offer," he said. "Well, I'll see that a block of stock, sah a big block is set aside fo' Senator Langdon an' another fo' you, too. We've made this ah-rangement else- wheah. We'll outbid Altacoola everah time. They're po' sports an' hate to give up." "So Altacoola is bidding, too?" excitedly asked Haines. "Why, of co'se it is. Ah yo' as blind as that o' ah yo' foolin' with me?" questioned Telfer, sus- piciously. "Seems to me yo' ought to know more about that end of it than a fellah clear from th' gulf." "Certainly, certainly," mumbled Haines, impa- tiently, as he endeavored to associate coherently, in- telligently, in "his mind these startling new revela- tions of Telfer with certain incidents he had pre- viously noted in the operations of the committee on naval affairs. Then he looked across at the Mayor and smiled. Apparently he had heard nothing to amaze him. "Colonel," he returned calmly, dropping into a A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 85 Toice that sounded of pity for the gray hairs of the lobbyist, "about fifty men a day come to me with propositions like that. There is nothing doing, Colonel. I couldn't possibly interest Senator Lang- don, because he has the faculty of judging for him- self, and he would be prejudiced against either town that came out with such a proposition." "Lan' speculation is legitimate," protested the Colonel, cunningly. Haines agreed. "Certainly by outsiders. But it's d d thiev- ery when engaged in by any one connected with putting a bill through. If I were to tell Senator Langdon what you have told me it would decide him unalterably in favor of Altacoola. Senator Langdon, sir, is one of the few men in Washington who would rather be thought a fool than a grafter if it came down to that." The Mayor of Gulf City jumped to his feet, his face blazing in rage, not in shame. "Seems to me yo're mighty fresh, young man," he blustered. "What kind of politics is Langdon play in'?" "Not fresh, Colonel ; only friendly. I'm just tip- ping you off how not to be a friend to Altacoola. As to his politics, the Senator will answer you him- self." A scornful laugh accompanied Telfer's reply. , "Altacoola, huh! I reckon yo> must be a fool, after all. Why, everybody knows of the speculatin* in land around Altacoola, and everybody knows it ain't outsiders that's doin' it. It's the insiders, right here in Washington. If yo' ain't in, yo' can easy get a latchkey. Young man, yo'll find out things some day, and yo'll drop to it all. "I guess I was too late with yo'. That's about 86 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI the size of it. I guess Altacoola'll talk to yo'," went on the Mayor. "If that feller Fairbrother of Alta- coola had been able to hold his tongue maybe I wouldn't know so much. But now I know what's what. I know this that yo're either a big fool or an insider. Yo're a nice young feller. I have kind-a taken a fancy to yo'. I like to see yo' young fellers get along and not miss yo'r chances. Come, my boy, get wise to yo'rself, get wise to yo'rself! Climb on to the band wagon with yo' friends." Bud concluded that he might be able to get more definite information out of Telfer if he humored him a bit. "I tell you, Colonel," he finally said, "these are pretty grave charges you're making, but I'll tell you confidentially, owing to your liking for me, that it is not yet too late to do something for Gulf City. Now, just suppose you and I dine together to-night early, and we'll go over the whole ground to see how things lie. Will you?" The Colonel held out his hand, smiling broadly. He felt that at last he had won the secretary over ; that the young man was at heart anxious to take money for his influence with the Senator. "All right, my boy, yo're on. We'll dine together. Yo' are absolutely certain that it won't be too late to get to Senator Langdon?" "Absolutely positive. I wouldn't make a mistake in a matter like this, would I, unless I was what you said I was a fool?" "Of course not. Oh, yo're a slick one. I like to do business with folks like yo'. It's mighty edu- catin' !" "Thanks," answered Bud, dryly. "It's certain that Langdon won't decide which place he's for un- A. GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 87 til to-morrow. I promise you that he won't decide until after I have my talk with you." "Yo' see," said Teller, "I asked that question be- cause, as yo' probably know, Congressman Norton and his crowd is pretty close to Senator Lang- don " Haines cut him short with a gasp of surprise. "Norton !" Telfer, wrinkling his forehead incredulously, looked at Haines. "Surest thing you know, my boy." Bud turned his head away in thought. "Oh, leave the Norton outfit to me. I'll fool them," he finally said. "Good." Telfer shook the secretary's hand heartily. "Yo're no fool, my boy. Anybody can see that after they get to know yo' all. That's what comes of bein' one of them smooth New Yorkers. They 'pear mighty sanctimonious on th' outside, but on th' inside they're the real goods, all right." The lobbyist hurried away, his bibulous soul swelling with satisfaction. He was sure of triumph- ing over Altacoola, and he was willing to pay the price. Haines sank back into his chair. "I wonder what Washington 'insiders,' " he murmured, "are specu- lating in Altacoola land. Telfer mentions Norton's name. I wonder " The door opened, and before him stood Carolina Langdon. "Ah, Miss Langdon/' he exclaimed, "I am glad to see you !" She walked to him and extended cordially a slen- der gloved hand. "This is a real pleasure, Mr. Haines," she began. "I've been waiting to talk to you for some time. It's about something important." "Something important," smiled Haines. "You want to see me about something important? Well, let me tell you a secret. Every time I see you it is an important occasion to me." / Carolina Langdon had never appeared more charming, more beautiful to young Haines than she did that day. Perhaps she appeared more inspir- ing because of the contrast her presence afforded to the unpleasant episodes through which he had just passed ; also, Carolina was dressed in her most becoming street gown, which she well realized, as she was enacting a carefully planned part with the unfortunate secretary. His frankness and the sincere admiration that shone in his eyes caused her to falter momentarily, almost made her weaken in her purpose, but she made an effort and secured a firmer grip on herself, for she must play a role that would crush to earth the air castles this young secretary was building, a role that would crush the ideals of this young optimist as well. CHAPTER XII THE CUBE OP A WOMAN'S LOVB CAROLINA had come to find out from Haines, if possible, how her father was going to vote on the naval base and to induce the secretary to persuade him to stand for Altacoola if there seemed danger that he would vote for another site. That was her scheme, for Carolina had put f 25,000 into Altacoola land money left by her mother. Norton had per- suaded Carolina to invest in the enterprise to de- fraud the Government, promising her $50,000 clear profit. How much she could do in Washington so- ciety with that! The continued uncertainty over her father's final attitude had strained her nerves almost to the breaking, for the success of the conspiracy de- pended on his vote. Not even the words of Norton, her future husband, could reassure her. Her worry was increased by the knowledge of Randolph's in- vestment of her father's $50,000. That Carolina must sacrifice Haines on the altar of her consuming desire for money, for a higher worldly position, was an unimportant considera- tion. He stood in the way. Any moment he might discover the existence of the Altacoola scheme, he would immediately tell her father, and she knew her father would immediately decide against Alta- coola the bright hopes of her future would turn to ashes. Norton's money as well was invested in 89 90 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Altacoola. He, too, would be ruined. She was sure that she loved Norton, but she could not marry, a penniless man. Carolina resumed the conversation. "It isn't anything so very important, Mr. Haines. It's about father." Haines beamed. "I have the honor to report, Miss Langdon," he bowed, "that your father is making the very best kind of a Senator." The girl hesitated. "Yes ; he might, if he had some ambition." "Don't worry ! If it comes down to that, I have ambition for two. You want him to be a success, don't you? Well, he is the biggest kind of a suc- cess." "I never believed that he would be," confessed the daughter. Haines laughed. "Why, do you realize that to-day he is one of the most popular men in public life throughout the country; that 'What does Langdon think?' has be- come the watchword of the big body of independents who want honesty and decent government without graft? "I tell you that's a big thing, Miss Langdon. That's success real success in politics, especially in Washington politics. "Now, if there's anything else you want him to have, I'll see that he gets it. I'll try to get it for him" he paused a minute, then added, with heartfelt meaning in his voice "and for you, Miss Langdon." Carolina played coquettishly with the secretary. "For me, Mr. Haines?" she questioned, archly, with an effective glance into his eyes. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 91 Bud's pulses began to throb violently to leap. "Yes," he exclaimed, unsteadily, "for you, and you know it. That's the inspiration now, my in- spiration the chance of winning your belief in me, of winning something more, the biggest thing I ever thought to win because, Miss Langdon Carolina I love you." He bent over and seized the girl's hand. "Ever since the day I first saw you I " She shook her head indulgently and in a moment drew her hand from his. "You mustn't be so serious, Mr. Haines. You don't understand Southern girls at all. We are not just like Northern girls. We are used to being made love to from the time we are knee-high. Some- times, I fear, we flirt a little, but we don't mean any harm. All girls flirt a little." "But somebody wins even the Southern girls," declared Haines, eagerly. The girl's face became serious, earnest, sincere. "Yes, somebody does, always," she said. "And when a Southern girl is won she stays won, Mr. Haines." "And I have a chance to win?" questioned the de- termined young Northerner. Carolina smiled sweetly and expressively. "Who knows? First make my father even a big- ger success that's first. Oh, I wonder if you can realize what all this life means to me! If you can realize what those years of stagnating on the plan- tation meant to me ! No man would have endured it!" she exclaimed bitterly. "I am more of a man than a woman in some ways ; I'm ambitious. From the time I was a little girl I've wanted the world, power, fame, money. I want them still. I mean to get them somehow, anyhow. If I can't get them myself, some one must get them for me." 92 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "And love?" suggested the man. "You are leav- ing love out. Suppose I get all these things for you?" Bud's pounding heart almost stopped. He could scarcely gain his breath as he saw creep into Caro- lina's eyes what he believed to be the light of hope for him, the light even of a woman's promise. "Who knows, Mr. Haines? There's no reward guaranteed. There may be others trying," she an- swered. Haines laughed the strong, hopeful, fighting laugh of the man who would combat the boss of the Senate on ground of the boss' own choosing. "All right !" he cried. "If it's an open fight I'll enlist. I'll give them all a run. What are your orders?" Carolina appeared indifferent. "I don't know that I have any particular orders, sir knight, except to see that my father does all he can for the Altacoola naval base." Haines paused, seized by a sudden tremor. "The Altacoola naval base?" he stammered. "Well, all I can say is that the Senator will do what he thinks right. That might bring power and fame a right decision in this case but it can't bring money." Carolina shrugged her shoulders. "Money?" She laughed with affected careless- ness. "Well, we'll have to let the money take care of itself for a time. But I do want him to vote for Altacoola, because I believe that will be the best for him. You believe in Altacoola, don't you?" Haines hesitated, then answered: "Well, between the two sites merely as sites Alta- coola seems to me rather better." Miss Langdon held out her hand impulsively. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 93 "Then it will be Altacoola !" she cried. "Thank you, Mr. Haines. We are partners, then, for Alta- coola." The young man grasped her hand earnestly. "I'd like to be your partner for good, Carolina !" he cried. They stood there close together, holding each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes, when the door opened and in came Charles Norton. CHAPTER XIII AN OLD-FASHIONED FATHER CONGRESSMAN NORTON was startled at the sight of Carolina and Haines apparently so wrapped up in each other. Perhaps she was getting interested in the handsome, interfering secretary. That a woman sometimes breaks her promise to wed he well knew. Plainly Carolina was carrying things too far for a girl who was the promised wife of an- other. Carolina and Haines showed surprise at Norton's entrance. The Congressman advanced and spoke sneering- ly, his demeanor marking him to be in a dangerous mood. "Do I intrude?" he drawled, deliberately. Carolina drew away her hands from Haines and faced the newcomer. "Intrude!" she exclaimed, contemptuously, in a tone that Norton construed as in his favor and Haines in his own. "Intrude !" Haines laughed, sarcastically, feeling that now he was leader in the race for love against this Mississippi representative, who was, he knew, a subservient tool and a taker of bribes. "You surely do intrude, Norton. Wouldn't any man who had interrupted a tete-a-tete another man was having with Miss Langdon be intruding?" "I suppose I can't deny that," he replied. 94 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 95 The secretary smiled again. "I'll match, you to see who stays," he said. But Norton's turn to defeat his rival had come. He held out a paper to Haines. ''Senator Langdon gave me this for you. I reckon I don't have to match." The secretary opened the note to read : "Where in thunder does that hydrate come from South America or Russia? How much off on the tariff on the creature do we want? Come over to the committee room, where I am, right away. Say it's an urgent message and get in with a tip." The secretary looked up, with a laugh. "You win, Norton. I'm off. Good-by." And he started on a run to the Senator's aid. Norton turned angrily on the girl as the door closed. "See here, Carolina," he cried, "what do you mean by letting that fellow make love to you?" Carolina Langdon would not permit rebuke, even from the man she cared for. She tossed back her head and said, coolly: "Why shouldn't I let him make love to me if I choose?" "You know why," exclaimed Norton, his dark face flushing sullenly. "Because I love you and you love me!" And he seized her and pressed her to him. "That is why!" he cried, and he kissed her again and again. "Yes, I love you, Charlie ; you know that," Caro- lina said, simply. She was conquered by the South- erner's masterfulness. "Then why do you stand for that whippersnap- per's talk?" asked Norton, perplexedly. 96 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Carolina laughed. "Don't you see, Charlie, I have to stand for it? I have to stand for it for your sake, for Randolph's sake, for my own sake, for all our sakes. You know the influence he has over father. "He can make father do anything he wants, and suppose I don't lead him on? Where's our project? Let him suspect a thing and let him go to father, and you know what will happen. Father would turn against that Altacoola scheme in a moment. He'd beggar himself, if it were necessary, rather than let a single one of us make a dollar out of a thing he had to decide." "You're right, I reckon, Carolina," said Norton, dejectedly. "Your father is a real type of the Southern gentleman. He hasn't seen any real money in so long he can't even bear to think of it. Somebody's got to make money out of this, and we should be the ones." "We'd lose frightfully, Charlie, if they changed to Gulf City, wouldn't we?" said the girl, appre- hensively. "I'm horribly afraid sometimes, Charlie. That's why I came here to-day. I wanted to influ- ence Haines, to keep him straight. Is there any danger that they'll change? You don't think there is, do you?" "Of course not, child. Stevens has got his money in, and Peabody. There are only five on the com- mittee. It's bound to go through." "Then why is father so important to them?" asked Carolina. "It's past my understanding, Carolina. I don't see how he's done it, but the whole country has come to believe whatever your father does is right, and they've got to have him." "And father is completely under the domination A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 97 of this secretary," murmured the girl, thought- fully. Norton nodded. "We've got to get rid of him, Carolina. That's all there is to it. He has to go ! When it comes to bossing the Senator and making love to you, too, he's getting too strong." > "How can you do it?" she asked. "You know when father likes any one he won't believe a thing against him." Norton agreed, sorrowfully. "That's right. Seems like the Senator's coming to think more of this fellow than he does of his own family. W T hy, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd even let one of you girls marry him if he wanted to marry you." "We'd have something to say about that," Caro- lina laughed, amusedly. "Do you think that Hope or I could ever care for a man like this fellow? Of course not. This Altacoola business must go through right. It would be too cruel not to have it so. And then " "And then you and I'll be married at once, Caro- lina, whether your father likes it or not," ended Norton for her. "With Altacoola safe, we can do as we please, as between us we'll be rich. What does it matter how we get the money, as long as we get it?" CHAPTER XIV WHEN A DAUGHTER BETRAYS HER FATHER BUD returned to find Miss Langdon and Norton still in the room. New buoyancy, new courage, thrilled in his veins. He would give this Congress- man the battle of his life for this prize, of that he was confident. "I have an engagement with Mrs. Holcomb, Sena- tor Holcomb's wife," she said, "so I must hurry away, but I expect to be back to see father." "I think I'll just wait," suggested Norton. "I have to see the Senator as soon as possible, and he ought to return from that ways and means com- mittee meeting pretty soon." When Carolina had gone a slight feeling of con- straint settled over the two. "The Senator's pretty busy these days with his naval base matter coming up, isn't he?" "Yes; keeps him pretty busy receiving delega- tions from Altacoola and Gulf City and patting them both on the back," said Haines. "Had a man from Gulf City in this morning with some pretty strong arguments." The secretary watched Norton keenly to note the effect of this hint in favor of Gulf City. "Gulf City !" Norton sneered. "Shucks ! Who'd put a naval base on a bunch of mud flats? I reckon those Gulf City fellows are wasting their time." 98 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 99 "Think so?" suggested Haines. "Are you abso- lutely sure?" Norton started. "Why, you don't mean to tell me," he exclaimed, "that Senator Langdon would vote for Gulf City for the naval base?" "I don't mean to tell you anything, Congress- man," was the cool rejoinder. "It's not my busi- ness. The Senator's the one who does the talking." An ugly sneer wrinkled the Congressman's face. "Well, I'm glad he attends to his own business and doesn't trust too many people," he said pointedly. The secretary smiled in puzzling fashion. "That's exactly why I don't talk, Congressman," he said pleasantly. "The Senator doesn't trust too many people. If he did, there might be too much money made out of land speculation. Senator Langdon dosen't happen to be one of those Sena- tors who care for that kind of thing." "I suppose you think you're pretty strong with the Senator," ventured the Mississippian. "Tell you the truth, I haven't thought very much about it," replied Haines, "but, if you come right down to it, I guess I am pretty strong." "Suppose you've influenced him in the naval base business, then." Still the secretary smiled, keeping his temper under the adroit attack. "Well, I think he'd listen to me with consider- able interest." "But you're for Altacoola, of course," Haines shook his head. "No, I can't say that I'm for Altacoola, Fellow who was in here this morning put up a pretty good argument, to my mind, for Gulf City. In fact, 100 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI he made it pretty strong. Seemed to show it was all to my interest to go in with Gulf City. Think I'll have to investigate a little more. I tell you, Norton," spoke Haines in a confidential manner, "this land speculation fever is a frightful thing. While I was talking to this fellow from Gulf City I almost caught it myself. Probably if I met the head of the Altacoola speculation I might catch the fever from him too." "Why don't you put your money into Gulf City and lose it, then?" replied Norton, nodding his head scornfully. "That'd be a good lesson for a ris- ing young politician like you." Senator Langdon's secretary peered straight into Norton's eyes. "Because, Congressman," he said, "if I were to put my money in Gulf City perhaps I wouldn't lose it." The Southerner took a step forward, leaned over and glared angrily at Haines. His face whitened. "You don't mean that you could swing Langdon into Gulf City?" he gasped. Haines smiled. "I can't say that, Norton, but I guess people in- terested in Altacoola would hate to have me try." "I didn't know you were that kind, Haines," said Norton, his virtue aroused at the thought of los- ing his money. "So you're playing the game like all the rest?" "Why shouldn't I?" shrugged the secretary. "I guess perhaps I'm a little sore because the Alta- coola people haven't even paid me the compliment of thinking I had any influence, so they can't ex- pect me to work for them. The Gulf City people have. As things stand, Gulf City looks pretty good to me." A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI lOli "Is this straight talk?" exclaimed Norton. "Take it or leave it," retorted Bud. The Mississippian leaned with his hands on the desk. "Well, Haines, if yon're like the rest and are really interested in Altacoola, I don't know that you'd have to go very far to talk." "You know something of Altacoola lands, then, Norton?" said Robert, tingling with suppressed ex- citement. He felt that he was getting close to real facts in a colossal "deal." Norton was sure of his man now. "Well, I am in touch with some people who've got lands and options on more. I might fix it for you to come in," he whispered. Haines shook his head. "You know I haven't much money, Norton. All I could put in would be my influence. Who are these people? Are they cheap little local folks or are they real people here who have some power and can do something that is worth while?" "Do I look like I'd fool with cheap skates, Haines? They're the real people. I think, Haines, that either Senator Stevens or Senator Peabody would advise you that you are safe." "Ah! Then Stevens and Peabody are the ones. They'll make it Altacoola, then sell to the Govern- ment at a big advance and move to 'Easy Street.' " "That's right," agreed Norton. Bud Haines straightened abruptly. The expres- sion on his face gave Norton a sudden chill made him tremble. "Now I've got you," cried the secretary. "You've given yourself dead away. I've known all along you're a d d thief, Norton, and you've just proved it to me yourself." 102 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "What do you mean?" Norton was clenching his fist. "Words like that mean fight to a Southerner !" "I mean that before Senator Langdon goes one Step further in this matter he shall know that his colleagues and you are thieves, Mr. Norton, try- ing to use him for a cat's-paw to steal for them from the Government. I suspected something this morning when Gulf City tried to bribe me and a visitor from there gave me what turns out to be a pretty good tip." "So that was your dirty trick," exclaimed the Congressman as he regained his composure. "Set a make-believe thief to catch a real one," laughed the secretary. "Very good trick, I think." "I'll make you pay for that !" cried Norton, shak- ing his fist. "All right. Send in your bill any old time," laughed Haines. "The sooner the better. Mean- time I'm going to talk to Langdon." He had started for the door when Carolina Lang- don re-entered, followed by her brother Randolph. "Wait a minute," said Norton, with unexpected quietness. "I wouldn't do what you're about to do, Mr. Haines." "Of course you wouldn't," sneered Haines. "I mean that you will be making a mistake, Haines, to tell the Senator what you have learned," rejoined the Southerner, struggling to keep calm at this critical moment when all was at stake. He realized, further, that now was the time to put Haines out of the way if that were possible. "A mistake, Mr. Haines," he continued, "because, you see, you don't know as much as you think. I wouldn't talk to Langdon if I were you. It will only embarrass him and do no good, because Lang- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 103 don's money is in this scheme, too, and Langdon's in the same boat with the rest of us." Haines stopped short at this astounding charge against his chief. "Norton, you lie! I'll helieve it of Langdon when he tells me so; not otherwise." Norton turned to Randolph. "Perhaps you'll believe Mr. Langdon's son, Mr. Haines?" Randolph Langdon stepped forward. "It's true, Haines," he said; "my father's money is in Altacoola lands." Haines looked him up and down, with a sneer. "Your money may be," he said. "I don't think you're a bit too good for it, but your father is a different kind." Carolina Langdon stood at the back of the room, nervously awaiting the moment when, she knew, she would be forced into the unpleasant discussion. "I reckon you can't refuse to believe Miss Lang- don," drawled Norton, with aggravated delibera- tion. "Of course," stammered Haines, "I'd believe it if Miss Langdon says it's so." The Congressman turned toward Carolina as he spoke and fixed on her a tense look which spelled as plainly as though spoken, "It's all in your hands, my fortune yours." She slowly drew across the room. Haines could hardly conceal the turmoil of his mind. The world seemed suddenly snatched from around him, leav- ing her figure alone before him. Would she affirm what Norton and Randolph had said? He must believe her. But surely it was impossible that she 104 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Carolina played for time. She feared the mak- ing of a false move. "I don't understand?" she said inquiringly to Norton. He calmly began an elaborate explanation. "Miss Langdon, this secretary has discovered that there is a certain perfectly legitimate venture in Altacoola lands being carried on through cer- tain influential people we know and by me. The blood of the young reformer is boiling. He is going straight to your father with the facts. "I have tried to explain to him how it will need- lessly embarrass the Senator and spoil his own future. He won't believe me. He won't believe your brother. Perhaps you can make it clear." At last Carolina nerved herself to speak. "You had better not go to my father, Mr. Haines. It will do no good. He is in the deal ! You must believe me when I tell you so." The girl took her eyes from the secretary. He was plainly suffering. CHAPTER XV CAROLINA LANGDON'S ADVICE "LET me speak to Mr. Haines alone," said Caro- lina to Norton and her brother. Norton turned a triumphant grin at Randolph as he beckoned him out and whispered: "Leave him to her. It's all right. That New York dude has been riding for a fall he's going to get it now." "I am sorry, so sorry this should have occurred, Mr. Haines," Carolina said gently. The secretary looked up slowly, his face drawn. It was an effort for him to speak. "I can't understand it," he said. "I mightn't have thought so much of this a month ago, but I have come to love the Senator almost as .a son, and to think that he could be like the rest of that bunch is awful." "You are too much of an idealist, Mr. Haines," said the girl. "And you? What do you think of it?" he de- manded. The girl's glance wavered. "Don't idealize me too much, either, Mr. Haines. I didn't think it was much. Perhaps I don't under- stand business any too well." "But you see now?" insisted the man. The girl looked up at him sorrowfully. 105 106 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Yes; I see at least that you and father can never work together now." Haines nodded affirmatively. "I suppose so. I'm thinking of that. How am I to leave him? We've been so close. I've been so fond of him. I don't know how I could tell him." In girlish, friendly fashion Carolina rested her hand on his arm. "Won't you take my advice, Mr. Haines? Go away without seeing him. Just leave a note to say you have gone. He will understand. It will be easier for both that way easier for him, easier for you." She paused, looking at him appealingly as she ended very softly, "And easier for me, Mr. Haines." He looked at her thoughtfully. "Easier for you?" he said. "Very well, I'll do it that way." The secretary stepped slowly to his desk, sat down and started to write the note. Carolina watched him curiously. "What will you do," she asked, "now that you have given up this position?" "Oh, I can always go back to newspaper work," he answered without looking up. The term "newspaper work" gave Carolina a shock. She had forgotten that this man had been a reporter. Here he was turned loose with the knowledge of this "deal," which she knew would be popular material for newspapers to print. She must gain still another point, and she felt that she had enough power to win against him. "I'm going to ask you still another favor," she said. Bud returned her look with a bitter smile. "What is it?" & GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 107 "You have learned about this this land matter and " "Oh, yes! I can guess. You want me to keep quiet about it to hush it up," a shade of scorn in his tone. "I only asked this so that you would not dis- grace me," she pleaded. Disillusioned at last, robbed of his lifelong op- timism, shorn of his ideals, even his love for he began to despise this beatiful, misguided woman Haines sat broken in spirit, thinking how quickly the brightness of life fades to blackness. "Very well," he said sadly. "I suppose you are innocent. I'll save you. If they're all your father, too crooked, why shouldn't I be crooked? All right ; I won't say anything." "I only ask you not to disgrace me," pleaded the girl. "You will promise that?" "It's a promise." She sighed in relief. "Father will be coming back soon," she said. "You won't want to see him." Haines arose. "No, I won't want to see him. Give him thia note. I'll have to come back while he's away to clear up some things. Good-by." Haines bowed and hurried from the room through a side doorway just as Senator Langdon came in through the main entrance. "Bud ! Bud !" he called, but the secretary did not halt. Carolina Langdon stood with Haines' note in her hand, wondering at what she had done. She re- gretted having become entangled in the wars of men in Washington. She saw that the man's game was played too strongly, too furiously fast, for most 108 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI women to enter, yet she rejoiced that the coveted fortune had not been lost She was sorry that her means of saving it had not been less questionable. She saw that ambition and honesty, ambition and truth, with difficulty follow the same path. Senator Langdon's face was unusually grave as he came to greet Carolina, Lines showed in his face that the daughter had never noticed before. She saw Norton and Randolph, who had fol- lowed him, exchange significant glances jubilant glances and wondered what new development they had maneuvered. "He's gone without a word," the Senator sighed. "Well, perhap's that's best," "He left a note for you," said the girl, hand- ing him the letter which Haines had given her. Langdon opened it and read : "I am giving up the job. You can understand why. The least said about it between us the better. I am sorry. That's all. BUD HAINES." Slowly he read the letter a second time. "And he was making the best kind of a secre- tary, I thought." Divining that something against Haines had been told her father, Carolina glanced at Norton. "I told your father how we caught Mr. Haines," he spoke as an answer to her. The girl was startled. She had not thought that things would go this far. "I told him how Haines wanted to get in some land speculation scheme with Altacoola, how we tricked him and caught him with the goods when he made the proposition to me and how we forced him to confess." i& GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 109 "You told father that?" gasped Carolina. Norton nodded. "I don't understand it," said Langdon. "To think that he was that kind!" Son Randolph now took his turn in the case against the secretary. "We were both here, father. I heard him Carolina heard him," he said. "Didn't you, Caro- lina?" "Yes," said the girl weakly, "I was here." Then she turned abruptly. "I must go," she said, "must go right away. Mrs. Holcomb is waiting for me." The Senator turned to his desk bent and dis- couraged. "I suppose I should have taken a secretary who was a Southerner and a gentleman. Well, Ran- dolph, you'll have to act now. Take this let- ter " The young man sat down and took the follow- ing from the Senator's diction : "MR. HAINES "Sir: I quite understand your feelings and the impossibility of your continuing in my employ. The least said about it the better. I am sorry, too. "WILLIAM H. LANGDON." "You boys run away. I've got to think," said the Senator. When the pair had gone the old man drew the let- ter to him, and below his signature he added a post- script: "Don't forget there's some money coming to you." Walking across the room to leave, he sighed : "He was making the best kind of a secretary." CHAPTER XVI A RESCUE IN THE NICK OF TIME LATER in that never-to-be-forgotten day Bud Haines ventured back to his desk in the committee room, after first ascertaining that Senator Lang- don wonld not return. Some of the Senator's papers must be straightened out, and he wanted personal documents of his own. The secretary regretfully, sorrowfully performed these final duties and found himself stopping at va- rious intervals to try to explain to himself how he had been deceived in both the Langdons, father and daughter. He had to give up both problems. To him neither was explainable. "I've known enough Senators to know that I'd never meet an honest one," he muttered. "But as to women well, there's too much carefully selected wisdom in their inno- cence to suit me." This cynic, new born from the shell of the chronic idealist that was, suddenly was disturbed in his ruminations by a sound at the door. Looking up, he saw Hope Georgia Langdon standing, shyly, em- barrassed, in the main entrance. "Mr. Haines," she said, timidly. Bud jumped to his feet "Yes, Miss Hope Georgia." As the Senator's younger daughter came toward him he noticed that she was excited over something, and for a newly made cynic he took altogether too 110 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 111 nuch notice of her youthful beauty, her fresh, rosy complexion and her dancing, sparkling eyes. The thought occurred to him, "What a woman she will make if she doesn't imitate her sister!" "I couldn't let you go, Mr. Haines, without telling you good-by and letting you know that, no matter what the others say, I don't think there has been anything wrong." Before Haines could reply, the young girl rushed on, excitedly: "That's why I came. I know father and Carolina won't like it they wont think it's nice but I wanted to say to you that I don't think one ought to believe things against one you've liked and trusted." "You think one ought not," said Haines. "So do I; but in this case the proofs were very strong. What are you going to do when people you cant doubt pledge their word?" The girl tossed her head. Well, the only one's word Fd like to take would be the person accused. I know I'm only a girl, Mr. Haines. and I'm not grown up, but you Ye made a mistake. Do try to clear things up. Why don't you see father and talk with him? Please do, Mr. Haines." Little realizing that the girl was speaking in his own faror, for he knew not the need for such speak- ing, he believed her to be defending her father. He grasped her hands impulsively. You have grown up very much since yon came to the capital, haven't you?" he said. "And you are right. Miss Hope. I onght to have known even when the facts were against him that your father couldn't have been really crooked. He can't be," Hope Langdon's face flushed indignantly. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Father crooked? Who said so? Who dared say that?" she exclaimed. "Why, they told me he had sold out on the Alta- coola bill. They said he was trying to make money on Altacoola. That's why I quit." The flame of anger still was spread on the girl's face. "They said that!" she exclaimed. "Then they lied. They said you were the crooked one. Why, father thinks you sold out on Altacoola. They said you were trying to make money on that navy yard." "What ! They said I was crooked !" Haines fair- ly shouted. He rushed around the desk and caught the girl by both hands. "I see it !" he cried. "I see it! There's something I'm not just on to. You thought it was I; your father thinks " "Of course," exclaimed Hope, quite as excited as he. "I couldn't believe it. That's why I came back to get you to explain. I wanted you to disprove the charge." "I should say I would," cried the secretary. "I knew it ! I knew it ! They couldn't make me believe anything against you. I knew you were all I thought you. Oh, Mr. Haines, prove you are that for my " Then Hope Georgia abruptly stopped. She had lost her head, and in the enthusiasm of the moment had revealed her real feelings something she would never do presumably when she grew more wise in the ways of women. She suddenly thrust Haines' hands from her own and stood staring at him, wondering wondering if he had guessed. Strangely enough, under the circumstances, the A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 113 girl was the first to recover and break the awkward silence. "Come to our house to-night, Mr. Haines. There's to be a dinner and a musicale, as yon know; but that won't matter. No matter who says no, I prom- ise you that you shall see father. There shall be an explanation." "Thank you, Miss Hope. You don't realize all you've done for me," said Bud, seriously. "It's a wonderful thing to find a girl who believes in a man. You've taught me a lot, Miss Hope. Thank you." "Good-by, Mr. Haines. Come to-night," she said, as she turned and hurried away. Bud Haines stood looking after her, thought- fully. "What a stunning girl she is! I've seemed to overlook her, with the rush of events and Caro- lina," he murmured, softly. "We never were such very great friends, yet she believes in me. What a beauty she is !" A messenger boy broke in on his musings with a letter for Senator Langdon marked "Important." "Guess I'm secretary enough yet to answer this," he thought, tearing it open. "Great heavens!" he exclaimed as he read it. "Here's the chance to get to the bottom of this Alta- coola proposition. It's from Peabody." Haines read the following: "DEAR SENATOR LANGDON : I am going to Phila- delphia to-night. Urgent call from a company for which I am counsel, so I probably won't be able to confer with you regarding the committee's choice for the naval base. But I know you are for Alta- coola and trust to you to do all you can for that 114. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI site. I, of course, consider the matter definitely settled." "This situation will enable Langdon to bluff Pea- body and draw out of him all the inside of the Alta- coola business ought to, anyway. Guess some Gulf City talk will smoke him out." Haines rushed out and across the hall, to reap- pear literally hauling in a stenographer by the scruff of the neck. "Here, you, take this dictation record time," he cried : "SENATOR HORATIO PEABODY, Louis Napoleon Hotel : You are going to Philadelphia to-night, I know, leaving the report on the naval base to me. I have just come on various aspects of the situation which make me incline very favorably toward Gulf City. I am looking into the matter and, of course, shall act according to my best judgment. That is what you will want me to do, I know. Sincerely yours, WILLIAM H. LANGDON." "I don't think Senator Peabody will go to Phila- delphia to-night," laughed Haines grimly, as he ad- dressed the envelope, "and I think that when the 'boss of the Senate' hurries around to the Langdon house instead there will be more than one kind of music, more than one kind of food eaten perhaps crow before the evening is over." Seizing his hat, Bud rushed to the door to look up a messenger. "It's all in Langdon's hands now," he cried. "Here's where I resign my position as United States Senator." CHAPTER XVII THE CONSPIRATORS OUTWITTED SENATOR LANGDON'S dinners had well won popu- larity in Washington. Invitations to them were rarely answered by the sending of "regrets." He had brought his old Mississippi cook from the plan- tation, whose Southern dishes had caused the Sec- retary of State himself to make the Senator an offer for the chefs services. "No use bidding for old General Washington." said the Senator on that notable occasion. "He wouldn't leave my kitchen, sir, even to accept the presidency itself. Why, I couldn't even discharge him if I wanted to. I tried to let him go once, sir, and the old general made me feel so ashamed of myself that I actually cried, sir." Peabody and Stevens were the dinner guests to- night, as they were to confer afterward with Lang- don and settle on the action of the naval affairs committee regarding the naval base. The three, being a majority, could control the action of the committee. Senator Peabody had finally postponed leaving for Philadelphia until the midnight train in order to be present, he assured Langdon as the trio en- tered the library. The girls, Norton and Randolph were left to oversee preparations for the prominent Washingtonians invited to attend the musicale to be given later in the evening. Carolina and Hope Georgia were in distinctly dif- ferent moods the elder, vivacious, elated over the bright outlook for her future; the younger, cast down and wearing a worried expression. Norton and Randolph in jubilant spirit tried to cheer her, and failing, resorted to taunts about some imag- inary love affair. The courage of the afternoon, which had enabled her to speak to Haines as she had, was gone; girlish fears now swept over her as to the outcome of the evening. Haines had not come! Was he really guilty and had promised to come merely to get rid of her? Why was he late? If he did come, would she be able to have her father see him, as she had promised? If she failed, and she might, she would never see this young man again. "If I looked as unhappy as you, Hope, I'd go to bed and not discourage our guests as they arrive," Carolina suggested. "Our floral decorations alone for to-night cost $700, and the musical program cost over $3,000. The most fashionable folks in Washington coming what more could you want, Hope? Isn't it perfectly glorious? Why " "Mr. Haines is below, asking to see Senator Lang- don," announced a servant, entering. "Oh, I knew he'd come! I knew it! I knew it!" cried Hope Georgia in pure ecstasy, clapping her hands. The three plotters turned on the girl in amaze- ment; then they stared at each other. "Mr. Haines!" ejaculated Carolina. "Haines!" exclaimed Randolph, hurriedly leav- ing the room. "Haines!" sneered Norton. "We can take care of him. The Senator won't see him." Carolina caught the suggestion. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 117 "Tell Mr. Haines that Senator Langdon regrets that he cannot possibly receive him," she directed. "Carolina!" There was a ring of protest and pain in Hope Georgia's voice as she darted out of the door after the servant. "What's the matter with that girl?" asked Nor- ton, trying to be calm. Carolina shook her head. "I don't know. She's queer to-day. I believe she imagines herself in love with Mr. Haines." "Aren't you afraid she'll make trouble?" The other sister laughed confidently. "Little Hope make trouble? Of course not. If she does, we can always frighten her into obedience." The door reopened and Hope entered, followed by Bud Haines. The girl's head was high; her cheeks were red ; her eyes glittered ominously. "I brought him back, Carolina," she said coolly. "Father will want to see him. I know there has been some mistake." "Yes," supplemented Bud, "there has been a de- cided mistake, and I must refuse to accept the word that came to me from Senator Langdon." Carolina Langdon drew herself up in her most dignified manner. "I'm sorry, Mr. Haines, but you must accept it," she said. "Exactly," seconded Norton. "Senator Langdon entirely declines to receive you." "I don't trust anything you say, Congressman Norton, and I may say also that I recognize no right of yours to interfere in any affair between me and the Langdon family." "Perhaps I can explain my right, Mr. Haines," 118 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Norton said coolly, stepping beside Carolina. "I have just had the pleasure of announcing to Miss Hope Georgia Langdon my engagement to Miss Carolina Langdon." Haines, entirely unprepared for such a deiiou- ment, shot a searching glance at Carolina. She bowed her head in affirmation. "So that's why you tried to ruin me!" he cried. "You're both from the same mold," turning from Carolina Langdon to Congressman Norton, then back to the girl. They stood facing each other when Randolph Langdon returned. At sight of Bud Haines he started, stopped short a second, then came forward quickly. "Mr. Haines, my father has declared that he will not see you, and either you leave this house at once or I shall call the servants." Bud looked at young Langdon contemptuously. "Yes, I think you would need some help." he sneered, feeling in his veins the rush of red blood, the determination in his heart that had a few years back carried him through eighty yards of strug- gling Yale football players to a touchdown. The Senator's son drew back his arm, but the confident look of the New Yorker restrained him. "Mr. Haines, in the South gentlemen do not make scenes of violence before ladies." The cold rebuke of Carolina cut into the silence. Haines stood in perplexity. He did not know what to do or how to get to the Senator. It was Hope who came to his rescue. "I'll tell father you are here. I'll make him come, Mr. Haines. He shall see you." With the air of a defiant little princess she started for the door. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 119 "Hope, I forbid you doing any such thing," ex- claimed her older sister, but the younger girl paid no attention. Kandolph caught her arm. "You shall not, Hope," he cried. Hope Georgia struggled and pulled her arm free. "I reckon I just got to do what seems right to me, Randolph," she exclaimed. "I reckon I've grown up to-night, and I tell you I tell all of you" she whirled and faced them "there's something wrong here, and father is going to see Mr. Haines to-night, and they are going to settle it." Norton alone was equal to the situation, tem- porarily at least. "I'll be fair with you, Hope," he said reassur- ingly, and she stopped in her flight to the hall door. "I'll take Carolina and Randolph in to see the Sena- tor, and we'll tell him Mr. Haines is here. Per- haps we had better tell the Senator," Norton sug- gested, beckoning to Carolina and her brother. "Let Mr. Haines wait here, and we will make the situation clear to the Senator." "You'd better make it very clear," exclaimed the younger girl, "for I'm going to stay here with Mr. Haines until he has seen father." The guilty trio, fearful of this new and unex- plainable activity of Hope Georgia, slowly departed in search of Senator Langdon to make a last des- perate attempt to prevent him from meeting this pestilential secretary that was and might be again. When the door closed after them Hope came down to the table where Bud Haines was standing. "Won't you sit down, Mr. Haines?" she said. "I'll I'll try to entertain you until father comes," she said weakly, realizing that again she was alone with the man she loved. CHAPTER XVIII HOPE LANGDON'S HOUR OF TRIUMPH HAINES sat at a table in the reception-room, across from Hope Georgia, and his gratitude for her battle in his favor mingled with a realization of qualities in this young lady that he had never be- fore noticed. Probably he did not know that what he had really seen in her that day and that eve- ning was the sudden transition from girlhood to womanhood, her casting aside of thoughtless, irre- sponsive youth and the shouldering of the respon- sibilities of the grown woman who would do her share in the world's work. He stared across in astonishment at this slip of a girl who had outwitted two resourceful men and an older sister of unquestioned ability. "I do not recognize you, Miss Hope," he said finally. "Perhaps you never looked at me before," she suggested archly, feeling instinctively that this was her hour; that the man she loved was at this mo- ment thinking more about her than of anything else in the world. Haines made a gesture of regret. "That must be it," he agreed. Then he leaned forward eagerly. "But I'm looking at you now, and I like looking at you. I like what you've done for me." "Oh, that was nothing, Mr. Haines," she ex- 190 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI claimed airily, her intuition telling her of her sway over the man. "Nothing!" he exclaimed. "Well, it's more than any one ever did for me before. I've known lots of girls " "I don't doubt that, Mr. Haines," Hope inter- jected, with a light laugh. "Yes, I say I've known lots of girls, but there's never been one who showed herself such a true friend as you have been. There's never been any one who believed in me this way when I was prac- tically down and out." "Perhaps you've never been down and out be- fore, Mr. Haines, so they never had a chance to show whether they believed in you or not." "That may be one reason," he answered. "I wonder why" he paused "I wonder why your sister Carolina did not believe in me." "You were quite fond of her, weren't you?" the girl began, then stopped and turned away her head. Haines gazed curiously at Hope. "I was, yes. I even thought I loved her, but I soon saw my mistake. It wasn't love. It was only a kind of " Suddenly pausing, Bud Haines shot a swift glance at the girl. "What wonderful hair you have. Miss Hope." The girl smiled invitingly. "Think so?" "Yes," he declared earnestly. "I know so. I never noticed it before, but I guess lots of fellows down in Mississippi have." Hope's tantalizing smile worried him. "I hope you are not secretly engaged too !" he exclaimed. "No, oh, no!" she answered quickly, before she thought. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "Or in love?" he asked seriously. Haines had stood up and was now leaning in- tently over the table. He realized the difference between the feeling he had had for Carolina and the tender emotion that thrilled him as he thought of the sweet girl before him. This time he knew he was not mistaken. He knew that he truly loved Hope Langdon. "Or in love?" he asked again, anxious at her silence. Hope looked at him slowly. A faint blush illu- mined her face. "Oh, don't let's talk about me," she exclaimed. "But I want to talk about you," he cried. "I don't want to talk about anything else. I must talk about you, and I'm going to talk whether you want to hear or not. You've believed in me when nobody else believed. You've fought for me when everybody else was fighting against me. You've shown that you think I am honest and worthy of a woman's faith. You fought your own family for me. Nobody has ever done for me what you have, and and " He faltered, full of what he was about to say. "And you're grateful," she ended. He looked her squarely in the eyes as though to fathom her thoughts. Then he reached toward the girl and seized both her hands. "Grateful nothing !" he cried. "I'm not grateful. I'm in love in love with you. I want you want you as I never wanted anything or anybody before, and I tell you I'm going to have you. Do you hear?" Hope could not hide her agitation. The light in her eyes showed she was all a woman. "Oh, nothing in the world could happen as THE LANGDON FAMILY. Page 123. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 123 quickly as that, Mr. Haines!" she protested, with her last attempt at archness. "Nothing could?" he threatened. "I'll show you." He advanced quickly around the table, but the girl darted just beyond his grasp. Then she paused and her lover gathered her in his arms. "Hope, my dear, you are my own," was all he could say as he bent over to kiss the lips that were not refused to him. Hope released herself from his fervent grasp. "I love you, I do love you," she said fondly. "I believe in you, and father must too. You've got to straighten this tangle out now, for my sake as well as your own. Father will listen." "It's all so strange, so w r onderful, I can hardly understand it," began Haines slowly, as he held the girl's hands. Unknown to both, the door leading from the hall had opened to admit Senator Langdon into the lower end of the room. Surprised at the sight of the couple, so seriously intent on each other, he made a sudden gesture of anger, then, apparently changing his mind, advanced toward them. "I believe you want to see me, sir," he said to Haines. "I hope you'll be brief. I have very little time to spare from my guests." Hope's bosom fluttered timorously at the inter- ruption. The man nervously stepped forward. "I sha'n't take much of your time, Senator Lang- don," he said. "There has been a misunderstand- ing, a terrible mistake. I am sure I can convince you." Senator Langdon hesitated doubtfully, half turned toward Carolina, Kandolph and Norton, svho had followed him, and again faced Haines. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Hope pressed her father's arm and looked up into his face entreatingly. Randolph, observing this, quickly stepped close to the Senator's side, saying, "I can settle with this Mr. Haines f& GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 151 sight is far better than that fool Langdon's. Un- der ordinary circumstances we could let him go ahead with his minority report for Gulf City, but as things stand he'll have every newspaper reporter in Washington buzzing around and asking imperti- nent questions " "Yes, and you and I would have to go to Paris to live with our life insurance friends from New York, wouldn't we?" laughed Peabody sarcas- tically. "I'm going to send for Jake Steinert," he added. "Steinert?" Stevens ejaculated. "What " "Oh, that's all right. Maybe he can suggest some- thing," said Peabody, going to the telephone. "We've too much at stake to make a mistake, and Jake may see a point that we've overlooked. Luckily I saw him downstairs in the grill-room as we came through to the elevator." "Steinert is all right himself," continued Ste- vens, "but his methods " "Can't be too particular now about his methods or ours, Stevens, when a bull like Langdon breaks loose in the political china shop. Fortune and reputation are both fragile." A ring of a bell announced the arrival of Jake Steinert, whose reputation as a lobbyist of ad- vanced ability had spread wide in the twenty years he had spent in Washington. Of medium height, sallow complexion, dark hair and dark eyes, his broad shoulders filled the doorway as he entered. An illy kept mustache almost hid a thin-lipped, forceful mouth, almost as forceful as some of the language he used. His eyes darted first to Peabody and then to Stevens, waiting for either of them to open the conversation. The highest class lobbyists, those who "swing" the "biggest deals," concern themselves only with men who can "handle" or who control lawmakers. They get regular reports and outline the campaign. Like crafty spiders they hide in the center of a great web, a web of bribery, threat, cajolery and intrigue, intent on every victim that is lured into the glistening meshes. Only the small fry mingle freely with the legis- lators in the open, in the hotels and cafes and in the Capitol corridors. Jake Steinert did not belong in either of these classes; he ranked somewhere between the biggest and the smallest. He coupled colossal boldness with the most expert knowledge of all the intricate workings of the congressional mechanism. Given money to spend among members to secure the de- feat of a bill, he would frequently put most of the money in his own pocket and for a comparatively small sum defeat it by influencing the employees through w r hose hands it must pass. "Sit down, Jake. Something to drink?" asked Peabody, reaching for a decanter. "No," grunted the lobbyist; "don't drink durin' business hours ; only durin' the day." "Well, Jake," said the Pennsylvanian, "you probably know something of what's going on in the naval affairs committee." "You mean the biggest job of the session?" "Yes." "Sure thing, Senator. It's the work of an artist." "The boss of the Senate" smiled grimly. "Now, suppose a committeeman named Langdon absolutely refused to be taken care of, and insisted on handing in a minority report to-morrow, with a speech that read like the Declaration of Inde- pendence?" Steinert jerked his head forward quickly. "You mean what would I do if I was er if I was runnin' the job?" "Yes." Steinert leaned toward Peabody. "Where do I come in on this?" he asked, suspi- ciously. "Come, come, man," was the irritable retort. "I never let a few dollars stand between myself and my friends." "'All right, Senator." The lobbyist thrust himself down in his chair, puffed slowly at a cigar, and gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Few years ago," he began, after a minute or two, "there was a feller who was goin' to squeal about a bond issue. He had his speech all ready to warn the country that he thought a crowd of the pluto- cracy was goin' to get the bonds to resell to the pub- lic at advanced rates. Well, sir, I arranged to ha^e a carriage, a closed carriage, call that night to take him to see the President, for he was told the Presi- dent sent the carriage for him. When he got oat he was at the insane asylum, an' I can tell you he was bundled into a padded cell in jig time, where he stayed for three days. 'He thinks he's a member of Congress/ I told the two huskies that handled him, an' gave 'em each a twenty-case note. The doctor that signed the necessary papers got considerable more." Stevens' gasp of amazement caused the narrator genuine enjoyment. "I know of a certain Senator who was drunk an* laid away in a Turkish bath when the roll was called on a certain bill. He was a friend of Pea- body's," laughed the lobbyist to the Mississippian. 154. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "But in this case," said Stevens, "we must be very careful. Possibly some of your methods in handling the men you go after " "Say," interposed Steinert, "you know I clon't do all pursuin', all the goin' after, any more than others in my business. Why, Senator, some of these Congressmen worry the life out of us folks that sprinkle the sugar. They accuse us of not lettin' 'em in on things when they haven't been fed in some time. They come down the trail like greyhounds coursin' a coyote." The speaker paused and glanced across at Pea- body, who, however, was too busily engaged in writ- ing in a memorandum book to notice him, "Why, Senator Stevens," went on the lobbyist, "only to-day a Down East member held me up to tell me that he was strong for that proposition to give the A. K. and L. railroad grants of govern- ment timber land in Oregon. He says to me, he says: 'What'n h 1 do my constituents in New England care about things 'way out on the Pacific Coast? I'd give 'em Yellowstone National Park for a freight sidin' if 'twas any use to 'em,' he says. So you see " "I must go/' broke in Stevens, rising and glancing at his watch. "It will soon be daylight." "If you must have sleep, go ; but you must be here at 9 o'clock sharp in the morning," said Peabody. "Steinert will sleep here with me. We'll all have breakfast together here in my rooms and a final con- sultation." "You won't plan anything really desperate, Pea- body, will you? I think I'd rather " "Nonsense, Stevens, of course not. Our game will be to try to weaken Langdon, to prove to him in the morning that he alone will suffer, because A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 155 our names do not appear in the land deals. The options were signed and the deeds signed by our agents. Don't you see? Whereas his daughter and son and future son-in-law actually took land in their own names." "How clumsy !" "Yes. Such amateurism lowers the dignity of the United States Senate," Peabody answered, dryly. "But suppose Langdon does not weaken?" asked Stevens, anxiously, as he picked up his hat and coat. "Then we will go into action with our gus loaded," was the reply. CHAPTER XXIV. THE HONEYBIRD IN the African jungle dwells a pretty little bird that lives on honey. The saccharine dainty is there found in the hollows of trees and under the bark, where what is known as the carpenter bee bores and deposits his extract from the buds and blossoms of the tropical forest. The bird is called the "honeybird" because it is a sure guide to the deposits of the delicacy. The bird dislikes the laborious task of pecking its way through the bark to reach the honey, and so, wise in the ways of men, it procures help. It locates a nest of honey, then flies about until it sees some natives or hunters, to whom it shows itself. They know the honeybird and know that it will lead them to the treasure store. Following the bird, which flits just in advance, they reach the cache of drip- ping sweetness and readily lay it open with hatchets or knives. Taking what they want, there is always enough left clinging to the tree and easily accessible to satisfy the appetite of the clever little bird. Senator Stevens of Mississippi bears a marked resemblance to the honeybird so much so that he has well won the bird's appellation for himself. Ab- normally keen at locating possibilities for extract- ing "honey" from the governmental affairs in Wash- ington, he invariably led Peabody, representing the hunter with the ax, to the repository. He would 156 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 157 then rely on the Pennsylvanian's superior force to break down the barriers. Stevens would flutter about and gather up the leavings. Equally as mercenary as "the boss of the Senate," he lacked Peabody's iron nerve, determination, re- sourcefulness and daring. He needed many hours of sleep. Peabody could work twenty hours at a stretch. He had to have his meals regularly or else suffer from indigestion. Peabody sometimes did a day's work on two boiled eggs and a cup of coffee. The senior Senator from Mississippi had been the first to point out to Peabody the possibilities for profit in the gulf naval base project, but the morn- ing following the conference with Steinert when he rejoined them for breakfast at the Louis Napoleon he was far from comfortable. He did not mind fight- ing brain against brain, even though unprincipled methods were resorted to, but indications were that more violent agencies would be called into play owing to the complications that had arisen. Stevens ate heartily to strengthen his courage. Steinert ate hugely to strengthen his body. Pea- body ate scarcely anything at all to strengthen his brain. Waving away the hotel waiter who had brought the breakfast to his apartment, Senator Peabody outlined the probable campaign of the day. "If our best efforts to weaken and scare off Lang-, don fail to-day," he said, "it will naturally developj that we must render it impossible in some way for him to appear in the Senate at all, or we must delay his arrival until after the report of the committee on naval affairs has been made. In either event he would not have another opportunity to speak on that subject. * "Of course, later, at 12 :30, we will know his plan 158 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI of action. Then we can act to the very point, but we must be prepared for any situation that can arise." "Cannot the President of the Senate be persuaded not to recognize Langdon on the floor? Then we could adjourn and shut him off," asked Sterens. "No," responded Peabody ; "he has already prom- ised Langdon to recognize him, and the President of the Senate cannot be persuaded to break his word. I am painfully aware of this fact." But Stevens was not yet dissuaded from the hope of defeating the junior Senator from Mississippi by wit alone. "Can we not have a speaker get the floor before Langdon and have him talk for hours tire out the old kicker and await a time when he leaves the Senate chamber to eat or talk to some visitor we could have call on him, then shove the bill through, summarily?" he suggested. "I've gone over all that," answered Peabody, quickly. "It would only be delaying the evil hour. You wouldn't be able to move that old codger away from the Senate chamber with a team of oxen once he gets to his seat. His secretary, Haines another oversight of yours, Stevens" the latter winced "will warn him. Langdon would stick pins through, his eyelids to keep from falling asleep." "I've been thinkin'," put in Steinert, slowly, "that a little flne-esse like this might keep him away: When Langdon's in his committee room before goin' to the Senate send him a telegram signed by one of his frien's' name that one of his daughters is dyin' from injuries in a automobile collision a few miles out o' town. That 'ud " "Ridiculous," snorted Peabody. "He'd know where they were. They're always " r A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 159 "Huh ! then put in more fine-esse." "How? What?" "Hev some 'un take 'em out a-autoin' " "No, no, man !" snapped Peabody. "They'd stick in town to hear their father's wonderful speech." "Well," went on the lobbyist, "I'll hev Langd'n watched by a careful picked man, a nigger that won't talk. He'll pick a row with the Colonel on some street, say, w'en he's comin' from his home after lunch. The coon kin bump into Langd'n an' call him names. Then w'en ole fireworks sails into 'im, yellin' about what 'e'd do in Mississippi, the coon pulls a gun on the Colonel an' fires a couple o' shots random. Cops come up, an' our pertickeler copper'll lug Langd'n away as a witness, refusin' to believe 'e's a Senator. I kin arrange to hev him kept in the cooler a couple o' hours without gettin' any word out, or I'll hev 'im entered up as drunk an' disorderly. He'll look drunk, he'll be so mad." "But the negro how could you get a man to undergo arrest on such a serious charge, attempted murder!" exclaimed Stevens. "There, there," said Steinert, patronizingly; "coons has more genteel home life in jail than they does out. An' don't forget the District of Columbia is governed by folks that ain't residents of it, only t durin' the session. Th' politicians don't leave their frien's in the cooler very long. Say, Senator Ste- vens, are you kiddin' me? Is it any different down in your " The Mississippian choked and spluttered over a gulp of unusually hot coffee, and Peabody again de- cided Steinert to be on the wrong tack. "That proceeding would attract too much atten- tion from the newspapers," he added. 160 A GENTLEMAN PROM MISSISSIPPI "Well, I thought you wanted to win," grunted Steinert. "I've been offerin' you good stuff, too new stuff. None of yer druggin' with chloroform or ticklin' with blackjacks. Why, I've gone from fine-esse to common sense. But, come to think of it, how about some woman? I c'n get one to intro- duce to " "This is the wrong kind of a man," interrupted Peabody. "Unless you got the right kind of a woman," went on Steinert. Senator Stevens choked some more. "The boss of the Senate" sank down in his chair, crossed one knee over the other and drummed his fingers lightly on the table. He gazed thoughtfully at Stevens. "Yes," he observed, slowly, "unless you've got the right sort of a woman." Rising, he led the Mississippian to one side. The lobbyist heard the Southerner give a short exclamation of astonishment as Peabody whispered to him. "It's all right. It's all right," he then heard the Pennsylvanian say, irritably. "She'll understand. She can be trusted. She expects you." Stevens gave a violent start at the last assurance, but his colleague hurriedly helped him into his coat. "Go in a closed carriage," was Peabody's final warning. "Be sure to tell her to get hold of his two daughters on some pretext at once. She knows them well. Maybe we can influence the old man through his girls, don't you see?" And while Senator Peabody and Jake Steinert re- curred to a previous discussion concerning one J. D. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 161 Telfer, Major of Gulf City, Senator Stevens started on the most memorable drive of his career on this bright winter morning, to the house of the fascinat- ing Mrs. Spangler who for the past week had been considering his proposal of marriage. CHAPTER XXV CAROLINA LANGDON'S RENUNCIATION SENATOR LANGDON'S committe room at the Capitol presented a busy scene at an unusually early hour the morning after the entertainment at his home. Bud Haines, reinstated as secretary, was picking up the thread of routine where he had dropped it the day before, though his frequent thought of Hope and the words that had thrilled him "I love you, I love you fondly" made this task unusually diffi- cult. He impatiently wished the afternoon to hasten along, as he knew he would then see her in the Sen- ate gallery, where she would go to hear her father's speech. This speech had to be revised in some particulars by Bud, and the work he knew would take up much of the morning. The Senator's speech was "The South of the Future," which he would deliver when recognized by the President of the Senate in con- nection with the naval base bill, that officer having agreed to recognize Langdon at 3 :30, at which time the report of the naval affairs committee would be received. Just how Langdon would turn the tables on Peabody and Stevens and yet win for the Altacoola site not even the ex-newspaper man, ex- perienced in politics, had solved. Clearly the Sena- tor would have to do some tall thinking during the morning. 162 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 163 The junior Senator from Mississippi burst into the office with his habitual cheery greeting, his broad-brimmed black felt hat in its usual position on the back of his head, like a symbol of undying defiance. "A busy day for us, eh, Senator?" queried Bud. I "Now, look here, my boy, don't begin to remind me of work right off," he said, with a humorous gleam in his eye. "Go easy on me. Don't forget I'm her father." Bud laughed through the flush that rose in his cheeks. "No, I won't forget that. But have you decided what to tell Peabody and Stevens as your plan of action if they come in here at 12 :30?" "If they come?" exclaimed Langdon. "They'll come. Watch 'em." Then he hesitated, worriedly. "I'll have to incubate an idea between now and noon, somehow. But don't forget this, Bud we're worried about them, true enough, but they're wor- ried a heap more about us." Senator Langdon stepped into an adjoining room, where he could be alone, to "incubate." As Haines resumed his work Carolina Langdon entered. Avoiding the secretary's direct gaze, she asked for her father. "He ought to be back shortly, Miss Langdon," responded Haines. "You can wait here. I must ask pardon for leaving, as I must run over to the library." As the secretary bowed himself out of the door he almost collided with Congressman Norton. Both glared at each other and remained silent. "Carolina," spoke Norton, as he entered, "I hope 164 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI I know you won't allow your father to influence you against me because of last night. I " Carolina would rather not have met Charles Nor- ton on this morning. She had hardly slept for the night. She had fought a battle with herself. Her father had shown her plainly the mistake she had made. She saw that her influence had not been without effect on Eandolph. Probably for the first time she realized that there are glory and luxury, pleasure and prestige for which too big a price can be paid. The Senator's daughter turned slowly and faced the man she had promised to marry. "Charlie, I have come to a decision. I came here to talk with father about it." Norton started toward Carolina, a look of appre- hension on his face. He gathered from the trend of her words and her demeanor that she had turned against him. "You couldn't be so cruel, Carolina," he pro- tested. "Charlie," she went on, determinedly, "I will al- ways cherish our friendship, our happy younger days down in Mississippi, but I must give up think- ing of you as my future husband. We've both made a mistake, mine probably greater than yours, but I now am convinced that I should not marry you. Your way of thinking about life is all wrong, and you are too deeply entangled with the dishonest men in Washington to draw back. I cannot love you." "But I am doing it all for your sake, Carolina. Don't let an old-fashioned father come between a man and a woman and their love," he cried. "Charlie, I must give you up." The girl turned to one side, as though to give Nor- ton a chance to leave. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 165 He looked at her in silence for a moment or two. Then a change came into his bearing. Wrinkling his face into a sneer, he stepped before the girl. "You've been converted mighty sudden, I reckon, from land speculating to preaching and preach- ing, too, against folks who tried to make a fortune for you." Norton stopped, expecting a reply, but the girl re- mained silent. "You think I'm done for, that I've lost my money ; that's why you turned from me so quickly," he laughed, scornfully. "But I'll show you, you and your blundering old father. I'll win you yet, and I'll ruin your father's political reputation. I'll " "Are you qite sure about that?" spoke a voice, sharply, behind the Congressman. He swung around vigorously. Bud Haines had returned in time to hear Norton's threat. "Yes ; and while I'm doing that I'll take time to show you up, too, somehow. I guess a Congress- man's word will count against that of a cheap sec- retary that's what Miss Langdon said you were." Carolina looked appealingly to Haines to rid her of the presence of this man, whose last words she knew Haines would not believe. But Norton had had his say. He retreated to the door. "Miss Langdon," he cried, as he backed out and away, "you have an idea that I am dishonest, but kindly remember that, whatever you think I am, I never was a hypocrite." Haines advanced and procured a chair for Miss Langdon. "I'm very sorry to have come back at such a time," he began. The girl cut him short with a gesture. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "I want to say to you," she said, then halted "that I want to be friends with you. I want you to forget the happenings of yesterday last evening so far as I was concerned in them. I want to work together with you and father and so does Ran- dolph. Father and you are standing together to uphold the honor of the Langdons of Mississippi, and Randolph and I, no matter the cost of our for- mer folly, want to share in that work." Before Haines couJd reply Senator Langdon burst into the room. "Bud ! Bud !" he cried, "I've got it ! I've got it !" "You've got what, Senator?" exclaimed the sec- retary. "That idea, my boy, that idea! It's incubated all right, and Peabody and Stevens can come just as soon as they want to." CHAPTER XXVI THE BATTLES OF WASHINGTON AT twenty minutes after 12 Senator Langdon and Secretary Haines were still undisturbed by any move on the part of Peabody and Stevens, who maintained a silence that to Haines was distinctly ominous. His experience at the Capitol had taught him that when the Senate machine was quiet it was time for some one to get out from under. Miss Williams, the naval committee's stenog- rapher, entered. "Senator Langdon," she said, "Senator Peabody and Senator Stevens are in committee room 6, and they told me to tell you that they'd be I can't say it. Please, sir, I " "D d," interpolated Langdon, laughing. "Yes, sir, that's it. They'll be that if they come in here at 12:30. You must come to them, they say." "Tell the gentlemen I'm sitting here with my hat on the back of my head, smoking a good see-gar, with nails driven through both shoes into the floor and looking at the clock." At 12 :25 Senator Stevens entered. "I came to warn you, Langdon," he said, "that Senator Peabody's patience is nearly exhausted. You must come to see him at once if you expect the South to get a naval base at Altacoola or anywhere 167 168 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI else. If you do not agree to take his advice this naval bill and any other that you are interested in now or in future will be trampled underfoot in the Senate. Mississippi will have no use for a Senator who cannot produce results in Washington, and that will prove the bitterest lesson you have ever learned." "I'm waiting for Peabody here, Stevens." "Oh, ridiculous! Of course he's not coming. Why, Langdon, he's the king of the Senate. He has the biggest men of the country at his call. He's " "He's got one minute left," observed Langdon, looking at the clock, "but he'll come. I trust Pea- body more than the best clock made at a time like this, when " The figure of the senior Senator from Pennsyl- vania appeared in the doorway. "Good-day, Senator Langdon," he remarked, icily. "Same to you. Have a see-gar, Senator?" said Langdon. He turned and winked significantly at Haines. The three Senators seated themselves. "I suppose you wouldn't consider yourself so im- portant, Langdon, if you knew that we now find we can get another member of the naval affairs committee over to our side for Altacoola?" began Peabody. "That gives us a majority of the com- mittee without your vote." "That wouldn't prevent me from making a mi- nority report for Gulf City and explaining why I made that report, would it?" the Mississippian asked, blandly. Peabody and Stevens both knew that it wouldn't. Stevens exchanged glances with "the boss of the Senate," and in low voice began making to Lang- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 169 don a proposition to which Peabody's assent had been gained. "Langdon, we would like to be alone," and he nodded toward Haines. "Sorry can't oblige, Senator," Langdon replied. "Bud and I together make up the Senator from Mis- sissippi." "All right. What I want to say is this : The Pres- ident is appointing a commission to investigate the condition of the unemployed. The members are to go to Europe, five or six countries, and look into conditions there, leisurely, of course, so as to formu- late a piece of legislation that will solve the exist- ing problems in this country. A most generous ex- pense account will be allowed by the Government. A member can take his family. A son, for instance, could act as financial secretary under liberal pay." "I've heard of that commission," said Langdon. "Well, Senator Peabody has the naming of two Senators who will go on that commission, and I sug- gested that your character and ability would make you " "Good glory!" exclaimed Langdon. "You mean that my character and ability would make me some- thing or other if I kept my mouth shut in the Sen- ate this afternoon ! Stevens, I've been surprised so many times since I came to the capital that it doesn't affect me any more. I'm just amused at your offer or Senator Peabody's. "I want to tell you two Senators that there's only one thing that I want in Washington and you haven't offered it to me yet. When you do I'll do business with you." "What's that? Speak out, man !" said Peabody, quickly. 170 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "A square deal for the people of the United States." "Good Lord !" exclaimed "the boss of the Senate.'* "Is this Washington or is it heaven?" "It is not heaven, Senator," put in Haines. "Man alive!" cried Peabody, "I've been in Wash- ington so long that " "So long that you've forgotten that the American people really exist," retorted Langdon ; "and there are more like you in the Senate, all because the voters have no chance to choose their own Senators. The public in most States have to take the kind of a Senator that the Legislature, made up mostly of politicians, feels likennaking them take. You, Pea- body, wouldn't be in the Senate to-day if the voters had anything to say about it" The Pennsylvanian shrugged his shoulders. "And now I'll tell you honorable Senators," went on Langdon, thoroughly aroused, "something to sur- prise you. I have discovered that you were not working for yourselves alone in the Altacoola deal, but that you intend to turn your land over to the Standard Steel Company at a big profit as soon as this naval base bill is passed. Then that company will squeeze the Government for the best part of the hundred millions that are to be spent." The Senator sank back in his chair and gazed at his two opponents. Those two statesmen jumped to their feet. "Come, Stevens, let him do what he will. We cannot stay here to be insulted by the ravings of a madman," cried the Pennsylvanian. But he brought his associate to a standstill midway to the door. "By the way, Langdon, what is it you are going to do in the Senate this afternoon?" he asked. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 171 "You said you were going to make us honest against our will. You know you can't do anything." Bud Haines turned his face toward the speaker and grinned broadly, to the Senator's intense dis- comfort. "I'll do more than that," announced Langdon, ris- ing and pounding a fist into his open hand. "I'll make you and Stevens more popular than you ever were in your lives before." "Bah !" shouted Peabody. "I'll do even more yet. I'm going to make you generous patriots. And, I regret to say, I'll give you the chance to make the hits of your careers." The polished hypocrites looked at him, too aston- ished to move. "How? What?" they gasped. Swept on by his own enthusiasm and the force of his own courageous honesty, the voice of the South- erner rose to oratorical height. "This afternoon," he exclaimed, "when the naval base committee makes its report, I will rise in my place and declare that for once in the histpry of the Senate men have been found who place the interests of the Government they serve above any chance o pecuniary reward. These men are the members of the naval base committee. "With this idea in view, realizing that dishonest men would try to make money out of the Govern- ment, these members of the naval base committee, after they settled on Altacoola, went out quietly and secured control of all the land that will be needed for the naval base, and these men secured this at a very nominal figure. Now- they are ready to turn over their land to the Government at exact- ly what they paid for it, without a cent of profit. "Then they're going to sit up over there in that A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI Senate. They're going to realize that a new kind of politics has arrived in Washington the kind that I and lots of others always thought there was here. "And, gentlemen" he advanced on his colleagues triumphantly "when I, Senator Langdon of Mis- sissippi, your creation in politics, have finished that speech, I dare one of you to get up and deny a word !" "The boss of the Senate" and his satellite were dumfounded. Firmly believing that Langdon could find no way to pass the bill for Altacoola and yet spoil their crooked scheme, they were totally un- prepared for any such denoument. To think that a simple, old-fashioned planter from the cotton fields of Mississippi could originate such a plan to outwit the two ablest political tricksters in the Senate ! Langdon eyed his colleagues triumphantly. Peabody, however, was thinking quickly. He was never beaten until the last vote was counted on a roll call. He knew that, no matter how apparently insurmountable an opposition was, a way to over- come it might often be found by the man who exer- cises strong self-control and a trained brain. This corrupt victor in scores of bitter political engage- ments on the battlefield of Washington was now in his most dangerous mood. He would marshal all his forces. The man to defeat him now must de- feat the entire Senate machine and the allies it could gain in an emergency ; he must overcome the power of Standard Steel ; he must fight the resource- ful brain of the masterful Peabody himself. Peabody whispered to Stevens, "We must pre- tend to be beaten." be O! OH A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 173 Then the Pennsylvanian advanced, smiling, to Langdon and held out his hand. "Senator Langdon," he said, "I'm beaten. You've beaten the leader of the Senate, something difficult to believe. What's more, you've given me the chance of a lifetime to become known as a public bene- factor. As soon as you've finished your speech in the Senate I will get up and make another one to second yours. Here's my hand. Anything you may ever want out of Peabody in the future shall be yours for the asking." Langdon refused to grasp the proffered hand. Senator Stevens made a show of protesting against his superior's seeming surrender. "But," he objected, "look here " Peabody turned upon him instantly. "Oh, shut up, Stevens; don't be a fool. Come on in. The water's fine." The pair of schemers, with Norton at their heels, turned away. The Pennsylvanian drew Stevens into committee room 6 and, ordering the stenographer to leave, drew up chairs where both could sit, facing the door. "We've thrown dust in that old gander's eyes," whispered Peabody. "It's now ten after 1. He is to be recognized to make his speech at 3 :30. That gives us two hours and twenty minutes " "Yes, but for what?" asked Stevens, excitedly. "I've been trying myself to think of something. What will you do what can you do?" "The boss of the Senate" smiled patronizingly on the senior Senator from Mississippi, as though amused and scornful of his limitations as a strate- gist, as a tenacious fighter. Then his jaw set hard, and his brows contracted. 174 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "I will not do anything. I cannot do anything" he hesitated a full ten seconds "but Jake Stein- ert can." Stevens' hands twitched nervously. "And," continued Peabody, "I'm expecting a 'phone call from hint any moment. I told him this morning that he might be able to make f 1,000 be- fore night if " The telephone bell at the desk interrupted him. Peabody leaned over and eagerly clutched the re- ceiver. The senior Senator from Mississippi jerked him- self to his feet. He stood at a window and looked out over the roof tops of the city. CHAPTER XXVII MRS. SPANGLER GIVES A LUNCHEON WHEN Senators Peabody and Stevens had gone Langdon and Bud went over the situation together and concluded that their opponents had no means of defeating Langdon's program that, after all, Peabody might really have meant his words of sur- render. "But they might try foul play. Better stay right here in the Capitol the rest of the day," suggested Bud. Langdon scoffed at the idea. Haines bustled away to get a few mouthfuls of lunch to fortify himself for a busy afternoon one that was going to be far busier than he imagined. The telephone bell rang at the Senator's desk. It was Mrs. Spangler's voice that spoke. "Senator Langdon," she said, "Carolina and Hope Georgia are here at my home for luncheon, and we all want you to join us." "Sorry I cannot accept," answered the Missis- sippian, "but I am to make an important speech this afternoon " "Oh, yes, I know. The girls and I are coming to hear it. But you have two hours' time, and if you come we can all go over to the Senate together. Now, Senator, humor us a little. Don't disappoint the girls and me. We can all drive over to the Cap- itol in my carriage." 175 176 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI The planter hesitated, then replied : "All right. I'll be over, but it mustn't be a very long luncheon." "Gone to eat; back by 3 o'clock," he scratched quickly on a pad on the secretary's desk, and de- parted. Mrs. Spangler's luncheons were equally as popu- lar in Washington as Senator Langdon's dinners. The Mississippian and his daughters enjoyed the delicacies spread lavishly before them. Time passed quickly. The old planter enjoyed seeing his daughters have so happy a time, and he was not insensible to the charm of his hostess' con- versation, for Mrs. Spangler had studied carefully the art of ingratiating herself with 1 her guests. Suddenly realizing that he had probably reached the limit of the time he could spare, the Senator drew out his watch. "What a stunning fob you wear," quickly spoke Mrs. Spangler, reaching out her hand and taking the watch from her guest's hands as the case snapped open. "Oh, that's Carolina's doings," laughed Langdon. "She said the old gold chain that my grandfather left me was " "Why, how lovely," murmured Mrs. Spangler, glancing at the watch. "We have plenty of time yet. Won't have to hurry. Your time is the same as mine," she added, nodding her head toward a French renaissance clock on the black marble man- tel. As the hostess did this she deftly turned back the hands of the Senator's watch thirty-five minutes. "Do you care to smoke, Senator," Mrs. Spangler asked, as her guests concluded their repast, "if the young ladies do not object?" A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 177 Langdon inclined his head gratefully, and laughed. "They wouldn't be Southern girls, I reckon, if they didn't want to see a man have everything to make him happy er, I beg pardon, Mrs. Spangler, I mean, comfortable. Nobody that's your guest could be unhappy." The hostess beamed on the chivalrous Southerner. Langdon drew forth a thick black perfecto and settled back luxuriously in his chair, after another glance at Mrs. Spangler's clock. He was absorbed in a mental resume of his forthcoming speech and did not hear the next words of the woman, ad- dressed pointedly to his daughters. "Do you know, really, why this luncheon was given to-day?" she queried. Then she continued before Carolina and Hope Georgia could formulate replies : "Because your father and I wanted to take this opportunity to announce to you our engagement." The speaker smiled her sweetest smile. The two girls gazed at each other in uncontrolla- ble amazement, then at Mrs. Spangler, then at their father, who had turned partly away from the table and was gazing abstractedly at the ceiling. Hope Georgia was the first to regain her voice. "Oh, Mrs. Spangler," she ejaculated, "you are very kind to marry father, but " "What's that?" exclaimed the Senator, roused from his thoughts by his youngest daughter's words and thrusting himself forward. Mrs. Spangler laid her hand on his arm. "Oh, Senator, I have just told the dear girls that you had asked me to marry you that we were soon to be married," she said, archly, looking him 178 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI straight in the eye. She clasped her hands and mur- mured : "I am so happy !" The hero of Crawfordsville tried to speak, but he could not. He stared at his hostess, who smiled the smile of the budding debutante. His own open- mouthed astonishment was reflected in the faces of Carolina and Hope Georgia as they observed their father's expression. He forgot he was in Washing- ton. He did not know he was a Senator. The fact that he had ever even thought of making a speech was furthest from his mind. What did it all mean? Had Mrs. Spangler gone suddenly insane? His daughters what did they think? These thoughts surged through his flustered brain. Then it flashed over him she was joking in some new fashionable way. He turned toward the fair widow to laugh, but her face was losing its smile. A pained expression, a suggestion of intense suffering, appeared in her face. "Why do you so hestitate, Senator Langdon?" she finally asked in low voice, just loud enough for the two girls to overhear. The junior Senator from Mississippi looked at his hostess. She had entertained him and had done much for his daughters in Washington. She was alone in the world a widow. He felt that he could not shame her before Carolina and Hope Georgia. His Southern chivalry would not permit that. Then, too, she was a most charming person, and the thought, "Why not why not take her at her word?" crept into his mind. "Yes, father, why do you hesitate?" asked Caro- lina, Senator Langdon mustered his voice into service at last. "I've been thinking," he said, slowly, "that " A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 179 "That your daughters did not know," interrupted Mrs. Spangler, "of our " "The telephone upstairs is ringing, madam," said a maid who had entered to Mrs. Spangler. The adventuress could not leave the Senator and his daughters alone, though she knew it must be Peabody calling her. At any moment he might re- member his speech and leave. Already late, he would still be later, though, because he would have no carriage hers would purposely be delayed. "Tell the person speaking that you are empow- ered to bring me any message that I cannot leave the dining-hall," she said to the maid. To gain time and to hold the Senator's attention, Mrs. Spangler asked, slowly : "Well, Senator, what was it that you were going to say Avhen I interrupted you a few moments ago?" Langdon had been racking his brain for some in- spiration that would enable him to save the feelings of his hostess, and yet indicate his position clearly. He would not commit himself in any way. He would jump up and pronounce her an impostor first. After a moment of silence his clouded face cleared. "Mrs. Spangler," he began, "your announcement to-day I have considered to be " "Premature," she suggested. The maid returned. "Mr. Wall says Senator Langdon is wanted at once at the Capitol." "Great heavens!" exclaimed Langdon, springing to his feet and glancing at the clock. "I'm late ! I'm late ! I hope to God I'm not too late !" "Mr. Wall says a carriage is coming for Senator Langdoc," concluded the maid. 180 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "We must talk this matter over some other time, Mrs. Spangler," the Mississippian cried, as he sent a servant for his hat and coat "I hope that car- riage hurries, else I'll try it on the run for the Capitol!" "It's a half hour away on foot," said Mrs. Spang- ler. "Better wait You'll save time." But to herself she muttered, as though mystified : "I wonder why Peabody changed his mind so sud- denly? Why should he now want the old fool at the Capitol?" The rumble of wheels was heard outside. "Hurry, father !" cried Hope Georgia. The Senator hurried down the stone steps of Mrs. Spangler's residence as rapidly as his weight and the excitement under which he labored would per- mit. Opening the coach door, he plunged inside to come face to face with Bud Haines, who had hud- dled down in a corner to avoid observance from the Spangler windows. The driver started his horses off on a run. Struggling to regain his breath, the Senator cried: "Well, what are " "Never mind now. But first gather in all I say, Senator, as we've no time to lose. When I couldn't locate you and I saw you probably wouldn't be at the Senate chamber in time to make your speech on the naval base bill, I persuaded Senator Mil- bank of Arkansas to rise and make a speech on the currency question, which subject was in order. He was under obligation to me for some important in- formation I once obtained for him, and he consented to keep the floor until you arrived, though he knew he would earn the vengeance of Peabody. That was over an hour and a half ago. He must be read- A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 181 ing quotations from 'Pilgrim's Progress' to the Sen- ate by now to keep the floor." Bud paused to look at his watch. The Senator stretched his head out of the window and cried : "Drive faster !" "Got your speech all right?" called Bud above the din of the rattling wheels. "Yes, here," was the response, the Senator tap- ping his inner breast pocket. "Thought maybe she " cried Bud, jerking his head back in the direction from which they had come. The Mississippian shook his head negatively, and set his jaws determinedly. The coach swung up to the Capitol entrance. "Tell me," asked Langdon, as both jumped out, "how did you find out that " "I 'phoned the house gave a name Peabody uses " "Great heavens ! but how did you know where to 'phone?" They were at the door of the Senate chamber. "Norton gave me the tip for your sake and Caro- lina's for old times' sake, he said," was Bud's re- CHAPTER XXVIII ON THE FLOOR OF THE SENATE Too MUCH occupied in concentrating his thoughts on his speech, Langdon failed to notice the con- sternation on the faces of Peabody and Stevens as he walked to his seat in the Senate. They had failed to succeed in getting Milbank to conclude, and con- sequently could not push the naval base report through. But they noted the passing of over an hour after their opponent's appointed time and had felt certain that he would not appear at all. "The boss of the Senate" leaned across to Stevens and whispered, hurriedly: "We must tear him to pieces now discredit him publicly. It's his own fault. Our agents can sell the land to Standard Steel. Our connection with the scheme will be impossible to discover after we have made the public believe Langdon is a crook." "But how about our supposed combination to pro- tect the Government that Langdon will tell about?'' asked Stevens. "We can't deny that, of course." "No," answered Peabody. "We can't deny it, but we will not affirm it. We will tell interviewers that we prefer not to talk about it." "It's our only chance." replied Stevens, cau- tiously. "Yes ; and we owe it all to Jake Steinert," went on Peabody. "That fellow Telfer will do anything to please Jake. Jake has convinced Telfer that 188 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 183 Langdon was responsible for the defeat of Gulf City, and the Mayor is wild for revenge." "The boss of the Senate" rose and walked to the rear of the Senate chamber to issue orders to two of his colleagues. "Report of the committee on naval affairs," droned the clerk, mechanically. "House Bill No. 1,109 is amended to read as follows " And his voice sank to an unintelligible mumble, for every Senator present he well knew was aware that the amendment named Altacoola as the naval base site. Senator Langdon rose in his seat. "Mr. President," he called. "Chair recognizes the gentleman from Missis- sippi," said the presiding officer, as he leaned back to speak to Senator Winans of Kansas, who had ap- proached to the side of the rostrum. The Langdon speech on "The New South and the South of the Future" proved more than a document suited only to a reverent burial in the Congressional Record. Although wearied at the start owing to the exciting happenings of the day, the Mississippian's enthusiasm for his cause gave him strength and stimulation as he progressed. His voice rose ma- jestically as he came to the particular points he wished to accentuate, and even those in the upper- most rows in the galleries could hear every word. At the close of his formal speech he began on hiB statement of the action of the naval affairs commit- tee in buying control of the Altacoola land to foil attempts to rob the Government. As he had pre- dicted, the Senate did "sit up." The Senate did agree that a new kind of politics had arrived. During this latter part of the speech many curious glances were directed at Peabody and Ste- yens, who sat in the same tier of seats, in the mid- 184 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI die of the chamber, only an aisle separating them. Through this choice of seats they could confer with- out leaving their places. Various senatorial asso- ciates of these two men in other deals found it diffi- cult to believe their ears but was not old Langdon at this moment narrating the amazing transaction on the floor of the Senate? Would the statue on the pedestal step down? Would the sphinx of the desert speak the story of the lost centuries? Would honor take the place of expediency in the affairs of state? What might not happen, thought the Senate ma- chine, now that Peabody and Stevens had taken to their bosoms what they termed the purple pup of political purity? Neither did the full portent of the situation es- cape the attention of the reporters' gallery. Dick Cullen observed to Hansel of the Record: "Virtue's getting so thick around here it's a men- ace to navigation." "Blocking the traffic, eh?" queried Hansel; and both laughed. "Hello! What's this?" exclaimed Cullen a few- minutes later. "Horton has been recognized, when the program was to adjourn when the naval base bill was over with." Langdon's speech had proved the hit, the sensa- tion of the session. After he concluded, amid re- sounding applause, in which Senators joined, as well as occupants of the galleries, Senator Horton of Montana rose and caught the presiding officer's eye. "I ask unanimous consent to offer a resolution." Hearing no objection, he continued, in a manner that instantly attracted unusual attention : "It is my unpleasant duty" Peabody and Ste- vens exchanged glanees-^"to place a matter before A~GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 18SI 1 this body that to me, as a member of this honorable body, is not only distasteful, but deeply to be re- gretted. "There has arisen ground to suspect a member of this body with having endeavored to make money at the Government's expense out of land which he is alleged to have desired his own committee to choose as the naval base. "I therefore offer this resolution providing for the appointment of an investigating committee to look into these charges." Langdon was intensely excited over this new de- velopment. "Some one has learned something about Peabody or Stevens," he muttered. He feared that this new complication might in some way affect the fate of the naval base that the South, and Missis- sippi, might lose it. He rose slowly in his seat, while the Senate hummed with the murmur of sup- pressed voices. "I ask for more definite information^" he began, when recognized and after the President of the Sen- ate had pounded with the gavel to restore quiet, "so that this house can consider this important matter more intelligently." Senator Horton rose. He said : "I will take the liberty of adding that the Senator accused is none other than the junior Senator from Mississippi." Langdon's eyes blazed. He strode swiftly into the aisle. "Mr. President," he cried, passionately, "I know this is not the time or place for a discussion like this, but ask that senatorial courtesy permit me to ask" then he concluded strongly before he could be stopped "what is the evidence in support of this preposterous charge?" 186 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI "This is all out of order," said the presiding offi- cer, after a pause, "but in view of the circumstances I will entertain a motion to suspend the rules." This motion passing, Horton replied to Langdon : "Your name is signed to a contract with J. D. Telfer, Mayor of Gulf City, Miss., calling for 3.000 shares in the Gulf City Land Company, and " "A lie! a lie!" screamed Langdon. "That official," went on Horton, coolly, "is now in Washington. He has the contract and will swear to conversations with you and your secretary. His testimony will be corroborated by no less a person- age than Congressman Norton, of your own district, who says you asked him to conduct part of the nego- tiations. "And I might add," cried Horton, "that it is known to more than one member of this honorable body that you had drawn up a minority report in favor of Gulf City because of your anger at the de- feat of your plan to lake the naval base away from Altacoola." Langdon sank into his chair, bewildered, even stunned. There was a conspiracy against him, but how could he prove it? The ground seemed crum- bling from under him not even a straw to grasp. Then the old fighting blood that carried him along in Beauregard's van tugged at the valves of his heart, revived his spirit, ran through his veins. He leaped to his feet. A sound as of a scuffle a body falling heavily drew all eyes from Langdon to the rear of the main aisle. An assistant sergeant-at-arms was lying face downward on the carpet. Another was vainly try- ing to hold Bud Haines, who, tearing himself free, rushed down to his chief, waving a sheet of paper in the Senator's eyes. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 187 "Read that!" gasped the secretary, breathlessly, and he hurried away up a side passageway and out to rtach the stairs leading to the press gallery. Lacgdon spread the paper before him with diffi- culty vith his trembling hands. Slowly his whirl- ing brain gave him the ability to read. Slowly what appeared to him as a jumbled nothing resolved into orderly lines and words. He read and again stood before the Senate, which had regained its usual composure after the fallen sergeant-at-anns had re- gained his feet and rubbed his bruises. "I do not think there will be any investigation," he said, with decided effort, struggling to down the emotion that choked him. "I ask this house to listen to the following letter : "DEAR SENATOR LANGDON : When you receive this letter I shall be well on my way to take a steamer for Cuba. I write to ask you not to think too harsh- ly of me, for I will always cherish thoughts of the friendship you have shown me. "Peabody and Stevens have finally proved too much for me. When they got old Telfer to swear to a forged contract and wanted me to forge your name in the land records at Gulf City, I threw up my hands. Their game will always go on, I suppose, but you gave them a shock when you broke up their Altacoola graft scheme. And I'm glad you did. They cast me aside to-day, probably thinking they could get me again if they needed me. "I am going on the sugar plantation of a friend, where I can make a new start and forget that I ever went to Washington." Langdon paused deliberately. The Senate was hushed. The galleries were stifled. Not even the 188 A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI rustle of a sheet of paper was heard in the reporters* gallery. The Mississippi an gazed around the Sen- ate chamber. He saw Stevens and Peabody craning their necks across the aisle and talking excitedly to each other. Then he stepped forward and spoke, waving the paper in the air. "This letter is signed 'Charles Norton.' " The old Southerner gazed triumphantly at the men who had sought to destroy him. It was with difficulty that the presiding officer could hammer down the burst of handclapping that arose from the galleries. Senator Horton, however, was not satisfied with Langdon's sudden ascendency. "How do we know that that letter is not a for- gery, a trick?" he exclaimed. "Go get Congressman Norton if you can and get his denial," responded Langdon. The junior Senator from Mississippi hurriedly pushed his way out of the Senate chamber. His day's work was done. Down on a broad plantation along the Pearl River an old planter, who has borne his years well, as life goes nowadays, passes his days contentedly. He delights in the rompings of his grandchildren as they rouse the echoes of the mansion and prides himself on the achievements of their father, Ran- dolph, who has improved the plantation to a point never reached before. Sometimes he receives a letter from his daughter, Hope Georgia, now Mrs. Haines, telling him of her happy life, or perhaps it is a letter from Carolina^ describing the good times she is having in London with the friends she is visiting. A GENTLEMAN FROM MISSISSIPPI 189 And the old planter goes out on the broad ve- randa in the warm Southern twilight, and he thinks of the days that were. He remembers how the Third Mississippi won the day at Crawfordsville. He thinks of the days when he fought the good fight in Washington. His thoughts turn to the memory of her who went before these many years and whom he is soon to see again, and peace descends on the soul of the gentleman from Mississippi as the worlr* drops to slumber around him. tE END. OGILVIE'S POPULAR COPYRIGHT LINE 'Way Down East A novel founded upon the play of the same name by JOSEPH R. GRISMER. One of the sweetest stories of New England life ever written; one full of the love and tenderness made pos- sible by honest Christian living among pure, whole- hearted and broad-minded country folks. This book is founded upon the play, which, with ever- increasing popularity, has been presented so often to the American Public. Over 260,000 copies of the book have been sold. Have you read it ? If not, why not get it now? cA story of pure love. story with a lesson. Bound in elegant cloth, handsomely stamped in colors, and containing eight illustrations from the play. SENT BY MAIL, POSTAGE PAID, FOR 75 CENTS. You can buy this at any bookstore or direct from us. J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY 57 Rose Street, New YorK OGILVIE'S POPULAR COPYRIGHT LINE THE DEVIL A novel founded upon the successful and much discussed play of the same name as produced by Henry W. Savage. By FERENC MOLNAR Handsomely bound in cloth with pasted side* Eight illustrations from the play* <*<*<* Price 50 cents, net, postage 10 cents additional The Devil is a strong, moral book, showing in a vivid, realistic manner the result of evil thinking. The Devil in this story is evfl thinking materialized. The scene centers in Vienna, and deals with the early love of a poor artist and a poorer maiden. As the years go by the artist achieves distinction, and the maiden becomes the wife of a mill- ionaire merchant with very little romance in his composition, but thoroughly devoted to his young and beautiful bride. Seven years later the artist (who has been received as a valued friend of the family) is commissioned to paint the wife's portrait and the old love reasserts itself. For a while the issue is prob- lematical; but stability of character conquers, and the ending is quite as the heart would wish. J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY 57 Rose Street, New YorK The Seven Who Were Hanged By LEONID ANDREYEV. Translated Prom the Russian by HERflAN BERNSTEIN. Handsomely bound in cloth with gold stamping and colored cover inlay. Frontispiece of the author. Price, $1.00, postpaid. WHAT THE CRITICS SAY OF IT. "Andreyev is greater than Poe greater for his truth, if not for his art. Such an exploration of the dark depths and far perspectives of the soul in the grip of terror ; such analysis of the obscure sudden transformations of that terror into an ecstasy in- distinguishable from joy; such swift meltings of majesty of spirit into most abject surrender to the mere physical revulsion from death, I cannot remember in the range of all my reading .... Andreyev makes you realize in a poignant fashion a new, deeper meaning of brotherhood." St. Louis Mirror. "'The Seven Who Were Hanged' is not a mere morbid probing into the abnormal and horrible. It is a grim and ter- rible picture and it is painted with tremendous art the art of a Dore." Chicago Inter-Ocean. "It is a wonderful picture of human character and human beauty and human life. Indeed, it has, however, like all real art, a social message. For anything that makes us more sensitive to human beauty, and therefore more widely sympathetic, has a social bearing. It is only by the extension of love that society can be improved, and Andreyev's book, like all things of beauty, is calculated to increase the total of human love in the world .... A beautiful and a terrible book, the result of a passion for human- ity and of simple, strong art a swift, passionate picture of human life and character ; through it we realize more keenly the beauty of mankind and at the same time the tragedy of life. " The Bookman. " The story has a poignancy, a power that grips and holds and leaves one with an ineffaceable impression of having looked upon human souls in their supremest moments. It is like a superb etch- ing in which every stroke tells. ' The Seven Who Were Hanged ' belongs in the class of masterly stories." Brooklyn Daily Times. You can buy this at any bookstore or direct from us. Price, $1.00, postpaid. J. 5. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY 57 Rose Street, New York OGILVIE'S POPULAR COPYRIGHT LINE THE NEW MAYOR A Novel Founded upon GEORGE BRO ADHURST'S play The Man of the Hour Handsomely bound in cloth and stamped in colon, containing 250 page*, with twelve illustrations from the play Price 50 cents, net* postage 10 cents additional It has been issued under the title of THE NEW MAYOR, in order not to conflict with a book published under the title, The Man of the Hour. Thousands of people have not had the opportunity of seeing the play, and to them, as well as to those who have seen it, we desire to announce that we are the authorized publishers of the Story of George Broadhurst's Play in book form. There is already an enor- mous demand for this book, owing to the fact that the play is meet- ing with such a tremendous success, having been presented in New York for over six hundred consecutive performances, with four companies on tour throughout the United States. The play has received the highest praise and commendation from critics and the press, a few of which we give herewith: " THE FINEST PLAY I EVER SAW/'-Ex-President Roosevelt. "The best in years." N. Y. Telegram. "A perfect success." ^V. Y. SUM. "A triumph." N. Y. American. "Best play yet." TV. Y. Commercial. "A sensation." N. Y. Herald. "An apt appeal." A'. Y. Globe. "A straight hit." N. Y. World. "A play worth while." N. Y. News. "Means something." N. Y. Tribune. "An object lesson." N. Y. Post. This novel is a strong story of politics, love, and graft, and appeals powerfully to every true American. SENT BY MAIL, POSTAGE PAID, FOR 60 CENTS. Be sure to get the book founded on the play. You can buy this at any bookstore or direct from us. J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY 57 Rose Street, New York A 000128293 8 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. 14 315 Uni