got as far as the hall, when something occurred to Laura. She said to
herself, “I don’t simply want his vote under compulsion–he might vote
aye, but work against the bill in secret, for revenge; that man is
unscrupulous enough to do anything. I must have his hearty co-operation
as well as his vote. There is only one way to get that.”
She called him back, and said:
“I value your vote, Mr. Trollop, but I value your influence more. You
are able to help a measure along in many ways, if you choose. I want to
ask you to work for the bill as well as vote for it.”
“It takes so much of one’s time, Miss Hawkins–and time is money, you
know.”
“Yes, I know it is–especially in Congress. Now there is no use in you
and I dealing in pretenses and going at matters in round-about ways.
We know each other–disguises are nonsense. Let us be plain. I will
make it an object to you to work for the bill.”
“Don’t make it unnecessarily plain, please. There are little proprieties
that are best preserved. What do you propose?”
“Well, this.” She mentioned the names of several prominent Congressmen.
“Now,” said she, “these gentlemen are to vote and work for the bill,
simply out of love for the negro–and out of pure generosity I have put
in a relative of each as a member of the University incorporation. They
will handle a million or so of money, officially, but will receive no
salaries. A larger number of statesmen are to, vote and work for the
bill–also out of love for the negro–gentlemen of but moderate
influence, these–and out of pure generosity I am to see that relatives
of theirs have positions in the University, with salaries, and good ones,
too. You will vote and work for the bill, from mere affection for the
negro, and I desire to testify my gratitude becomingly. Make free
choice. Have you any friend whom you would like to present with a
salaried or unsalaried position in our institution?”
“Well, I have a brother-in-law–”
“That same old brother-in-law, you good unselfish provider! I have heard
of him often, through my agents. How regularly he does ‘turn up,’ to be
sure. He could deal with those millions virtuously, and withal with
ability, too–but of course you would rather he had a salaried position?”
“Oh, no,” said the gentleman, facetiously, “we are very humble, very
humble in our desires; we want no money; we labor solely, for our country
and require no reward but the luxury of an applauding conscience. Make
him one of those poor hard working unsalaried corporators and let him do
every body good with those millions–and go hungry himself! I will try
to exert a little influence in favor of the bill.”
Arrived at home, Mr. Trollop sat down and thought it all over–something
after this fashion: it is about the shape it might have taken if he had
spoken it aloud.
“My reputation is getting a little damaged, and I meant to clear it up
brilliantly with an exposure of this bill at the supreme moment, and ride
back into Congress on the eclat of it; and if I had that bit of
manuscript, I would do it yet. It would be more money in my pocket in
the end, than my brother-in-law will get out of that incorporatorship,
fat as it is. But that sheet of paper is out of my reach–she will never
let that get out of her hands. And what a mountain it is! It blocks up
my road, completely. She was going to hand it to me, once. Why didn’t
she! Must be a deep woman. Deep devil! That is what she is;
a beautiful devil–and perfectly fearless, too. The idea of her pinning
that paper on a man and standing him up in the rotunda looks absurd at a
first glance. But she would do it! She is capable of doing anything.
I went there hoping she would try to bribe me–good solid capital that
would be in the exposure. Well, my prayer was answered; she did try to
bribe me; and I made the best of a bad bargain and let her. I am check-