The Gilded Age by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner

mated. I must contrive something fresh to get back to Congress on.

Very well; a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; I will work for

the bill–the incorporatorship will be a very good thing.”

As soon as Mr. Trollop had taken his leave, Laura ran to Senator

Dilworthy and began to speak, but he interrupted her and said

distressfully, without even turning from his writing to look at her:

“Only half an hour! You gave it up early, child. However, it was best,

it was best–I’m sure it was best–and safest.”

“Give it up! I!”

The Senator sprang up, all aglow:

“My child, you can’t mean that you–”

“I’ve made him promise on honor to think about a compromise tonight and

come and tell me his decision in the morning.”

“Good! There’s hope yet that–”

Nonsense, uncle. I’ve made him engage to let the Tennessee Land bill

utterly alone!”

“Impossible! You–”

“I’ve made him promise to vote with us!”

“INCREDIBLE! Abso–”

“I’ve made him swear that he’ll work for us!”

“PRE – – – POSTEROUS!–Utterly pre–break a window, child, before I

suffocate!”

“No matter, it’s true anyway. Now we can march into Congress with drums

beating and colors flying!”

“Well–well–well. I’m sadly bewildered, sadly bewildered. I can’t

understand it at all–the most extraordinary woman that ever–it’s a

great day, it’s a great day. There–there–let me put my hand in

benediction on this precious head. Ah, my child, the poor negro will

bless–”

“Oh bother the poor negro, uncle! Put it in your speech. Good-night,

good-bye–we’ll marshal our forces and march with the dawn!”

Laura reflected a while, when she was alone, and then fell to laughing,

peacefully.

“Everybody works for me,”–so ran her thought. “It was a good idea to

make Buckstone lead Mr. Trollop on to get a great speech written for him;

and it was a happy part of the same idea for me to copy the speech after

Mr. Buckstone had written it, and then keep back a page. Mr. B. was

very complimentary to me when Trollop’s break-down in the House showed

him the object of my mysterious scheme; I think he will say, still finer

things when I tell him the triumph the sequel to it has gained for us.

“But what a coward the man was, to believe I would have exposed that page

in the rotunda, and so exposed myself. However, I don’t know–I don’t

know. I will think a moment. Suppose he voted no; suppose the bill

failed; that is to suppose this stupendous game lost forever, that I have

played so desperately for; suppose people came around pitying me–odious!

And he could have saved me by his single voice. Yes, I would have

exposed him! What would I care for the talk that that would have made

about me when I was gone to Europe with Selby and all the world was busy

with my history and my dishonor? It would be almost happiness to spite

somebody at such a time.

CHAPTER XLIII.

The very next day, sure enough, the campaign opened. In due course, the

Speaker of the House reached that Order of Business which is termed

“Notices of Bills,” and then the Hon. Mr. Buckstone rose in his place and

gave notice of a bill “To Found and Incorporate the Knobs Industrial

University,” and then sat down without saying anything further. The busy

gentlemen in the reporters’ gallery jotted a line in their note-books,

ran to the telegraphic desk in a room which communicated with their own

writing-parlor, and then hurried back to their places in the gallery; and

by the time they had resumed their seats, the line which they had

delivered to the operator had been read in telegraphic offices in towns

and cities hundreds of miles away. It was distinguished by frankness of

language as well as by brevity:

“The child is born. Buckstone gives notice of the thieving Knobs

University job. It is said the noses have been counted and enough votes

have been bought to pass it.”

For some time the correspondents had been posting their several journals

upon the alleged disreputable nature of the bill, and furnishing daily

reports of the Washington gossip concerning it. So the next morning,

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