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But I'll see to it that these delegates know how you're running cutting under a man that's made an honest canvass!" He started for the door, tossing his arms above his head a politician beginning to run amuck. Presson grabbed his arm and held him back. "Don't be a lunatic, Dave," he buzzed in his ear.
And when he asked the chairman if he had any objection to offer to a system of administration that carried out exactly what the party had put in its pledges to the people, Presson glowered at him with hatred in his soul and malice twinkling in his eyes, and could find no language that would not brand him as a conspirator against the honor of his State.
She hurried away to where the ladies were waiting for her. Presson, the politician's instinct of self-preservation now getting the better of his rancor, promptly determined that his own interests would be helped by his wife's luncheon-party, provided the victor could be cajoled and coralled. He put pride behind him.
"H l, there ain't any one really busy here to-night, except Senator Pownal and Luke Presson. They're running the convention. The delegates don't have to do anything they are just here for a good time. Come on!" As Harlan walked away from him, he remembered what Chairman Presson had just delivered from his papers, and decided that truth often spoke from the depths of the wine-cup.
If you don't propose to do it, then resign." "No, sir!" shouted Presson. "Then get busy collect a campaign fund and make these last three weeks hum! This is largely a matter between friends, right here now. I've told Vard what I think of him, and I haven't minced words. It's bad enough for a man to try to be absolutely honest in politics. That's where he's making his mistake.
He felt that he might call decency by some other name, and arrive at results by the calm and dignified course which Governor Waymouth now seemed to be pointing out. He suddenly felt a warm appreciation of the wisdom of Madeleine Presson as she had made that good sense known to him in their talks.
And he knew that even then, from what Presson had said, the little band of the select were formulating the resolutions that the committee would take in hand as delivered accepting that platform as the dictum of the party, and free speech on the convention floor denied. "Now," said the chairman, at the close, "let's fill in the rest, and finish this thing now.
He went back to his committee-room and pondered until dusk fell. One matter presented itself to his mood as a duty. He called a carriage and was driven to the Presson home. Madeleine came down in answer to his card. But as she entered the reception-room her father followed at her heels, beginning threats as he came in. "Father," she said, quietly, "I have just listened to you.
"I have no business meddling in the big affairs of this State. I'll take my place where I belong, after this, Mr. Presson. If I don't, I'll not have a friend left not even my own grandfather." The chairman glanced at him curiously, scenting something like duplicity under this bitter frankness. He was not used to seeing men throw aside such advantages as this young man had gained.
She did not interrupt him when he had finished with Madeleine Presson and went on to relate how he had been forced into the forefront of the State's political situation. "So, then, you have become a great man," she faltered. "I remember. I was selfish. I did not want you to go away." "No, I am not a great man, little Clare," he protested, laughingly.
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