"Show him in," nodded the president, adding in an aside: "You better stay, Steve."Pelton was a rotund oracular individual in silk hat and a Prince Albert coat of broadcloth.He regarded himself solemnly as a statesman because he had served two inconspicuous terms in the House at Washington.He was fond of proclaiming himself a Southern gentleman, part of which statement was unnecessary and part untrue.Like many from his section, he had a decided penchant for politics.
"Have you seen the infamous libel in that scurrilous sheet of the gutters the Herald?" he demanded immediately of Ridgway.
"Which libel? They don't usually stop at one, colonel.""The one, seh, which slanders my honorable name; which has the scoundrelly audacity to charge me with introducing the mining extension bill for venal reasons, seh.""Oh! Yes, I've seen that.Rather an unfortunate story to come out just now.""I shall force a retraction, seh, or I shall demand the satisfaction due a Southern gentleman.
"Yes, I would, colonel," replied Ridgway, secretly amused at the vain threats of this bag of wind which had been punctured.
"It's a vile calumny, an audacious and villainous lie.""What part of it? I've just glanced over it, but the part I read seems to be true.That's the trouble with it.If it were a lie you could explode it.""I shall deny it over my signature."
"Of course.The trouble will be to get people to believe your denial with Quinton's affidavit staring them in the face.It seems they have got hold of a letter, too, that you wrote.Deny it, of course, then lie low and give the public time to forget it.""Do you mean that I should withdraw from the senatorial race?" "That's entirely as you please, colonel, but I'm afraid you'll find yoursupport will slip away from you."
"Do you mean that YOU won't support me, seh?"Ridgway locked his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair."We've got to face facts, colonel.In the light of this exposure you can't be elected.""But I tell you, by Gad, seh, that I mean to deny it.""Certainly.I should in your place," agreed the mine-owner coolly."The question is, how many people are going to believe you?"Tiny sweat-beads stood on the forehead of the Arkansan.His manner was becoming more and more threatening."You pledged me your support.Are you going to throw me down, seh?""You have thrown yourself down, Pelton.Is it my fault you bungled the thing and left evidence against you? Am I to blame because you wrote incriminating letters?""Whatever I did was done for you," retorted the cornered man desperately.
"I beg your pardon.It was done for what was in it for you.The arrangement between us was purely a business one."The coolness of his even voice maddened the harassed Pelton.
"So I'm to get burnt drawing your chestnuts out of the fire, am I? You're going to stand back and let my career be sacrificed, are you? By Gad, seh, I'll show you whether I'll be your catspaw," screamed thecongressman.
"Use your common sense, Pelton, and don't shriek like a fish-wife," ordered Ridgway sharply."No sane man floats a leaky ship.Go to drydock and patch up your reputation, and in a few years you'll come out as good as new."All his unprincipled life Pelton had compromised with honor to gain the coveted goal he now saw slipping from him.A kind of madness of despair surged up in him.He took a step threateningly toward the seated man, his hand slipping back under his coat-tails toward his hip pocket.Acridly his high voice rang out.
"As a Southern gentleman, seh, I refuse to tolerate the imputations you cast upon me.I demand an apology here and now, seh."Ridgway was on his feet and across the room like a flash.
"Don't try to bully ME, you false alarm.Call yourself a Southern gentleman! You're a shallow scurvy impostor.No more like the real article than a buzzard is like an eagle.Take your hand from under that coat or I'll break every bone in your flabby body."Flabby was the word, morally no less than physically.Pelton quailed under that gaze which bored into him like a gimlet.The ebbing color in his face showed he could summon no reserve of courage sufficient to meet it.Slowly his empty hand came forth.
"Don't get excited, Mr.Ridgway.You have mistaken my purpose, seh.I had no intention of drawing," he stammered with a pitiable attempt at dignity.
"Liar," retorted his merciless foe, crowding him toward the door.
"I don't care to have anything more to do with you.Our relations are at an end, seh," quavered Pelton as he vanished into the outer once and beat a hasty retreat to the elevator.
Ridgway returned to his chair, laughing ruefully."I couldn't help it, Steve.He would have it.I suppose I've made one more enemy.""A nasty one, too.He'll stick at nothing to get even.""We'll draw his fangs while there is still time.Get a good story in the Sun to the effect that I quarreled with him as soon as I discovered his connection with this mining extension bill graft.Have it in this afternoon'sedition, Steve.Better get Brayton to write it."Steve nodded."That's a good idea.We may make capital out of it after all.I'll have an editorial in, too.'We love him for the enemies he has made.' How would that do for a heading?""Good.And now we'll have to look around for a candidate to put against Mott.I'm hanged if I know where we'll find one."Eaton had an inspiration."I do?"
"One that will run well, popular enough to catch the public fancy?" "Yes.""Who, then?" "Waring Ridgway."
The owner of the name stared at his lieutenant in astonishment, but slowly the fascination o the idea sank in.
"By Jove! Why not?"
