A Presidential Appointment.
^^ifT was a pleasant February morDiDg, the twittering "Si of the birds on the pavement and in the big cot-^ tonwood trees making it seem quite gladsome without, and, by and by, the Judge began to feel the general stuffiness of the close office, and pulled his chair a little jerkily across the floor to the open window. He had a book in his hand, and held its pages open till he was seated. It was the "Blue Book,'' containing the list of Presidential appointments, which he seemed to be perusing so earnestly, holding it off at arm's length and running his finger along to note the salary attached to each office, now and then, perhaps a little unconsciously, marking one with his thumb nail. He paused a moment to turn over a leaf, and glanced out through the open window, peering over his glasses for a distant view. The street below was a quiet one, and the figure of a tall, spare man in a closely-buttoned cutaway coat, with a high silk hat and dangling cane, was a conspicuous one in comparison to the few leisurely going passers-by in simple morning attire.
^^ Yes, it is Everett/^ said the Judge to himself as the well-dressed man drew nearer, and he shut the book a little hastily and went across the room to put it on the table. He was still standing when the silk hat appeared up his stairway, and he called out quite cheerily :
"Good morning, Everett."
"Ah, as busy as ever, I see, Judge," said the man, shaking hands a little obseqiously. " I liardly hoped to find you down so early."
"Why it's nine o'clock," said the Judge, pulling out his watch. "T have been down for an hour. I think you are the early bird ; a thriving young Congressman like you has no need to look out for the proverbial worm. You ought to leave that for us old fellows who are being laid on the shelf."
" O, well now, that is an idea," said the Congressman cheerfully, "but I think I ought to know how much likelihood there is of vour being laid on the shelf"
The Judge laughed a little nervously at this kindly disclaimer, and the Congressman went on :
"Yes, I came out a little early this morning. I have only a few more days at home, and there's a good deal to be done. Thank you for taking care of this for me," and he picked up the book the Judge had put down so hastily.
"Quite a number of my kindly constituents are to call on me this morning, and I'm afraid I shall have a difficulty in ' placing' some of them."
He seemed quite elated at his own mild joke, and the Judge laughed tentatively.
''Yes, sir," the Congressman continued, " when a man with a'osolutely no political record, a man who has been of no more use to his party than the gamin is to the procession which he follows thro' the streets —when such a man I say, comes and asks for a fat office, it is nothing more nor less than unadulterated gall, and shows us the mighty wrong side of a campaign victory." He was not looking at the Judge as he spoke, and seemed quite carried away by his own enthusiasm. " Now, there are men, deserving, honorable men, who have upheld the party and kept its standard waving above the slime of degradation, men whom we would be glad to reward"—he spoke quite naturally—'' and glad to have to the front now, for, I tell you, we want to keep our forces well mustered, we want to keep our posts well guarded. This is our deal now, fair and square, and we do not want to play a losing game." He was not on ''the floor" and seemed a little reckless of his metaphors.
"The President is a mighty long-headed man, but the new bills are going to prove hard nuts to crack."
Everett spoke rapidly, but his quick eye had been glancing round the room, meanwhile taking in all its details.
There were holes in the matting on the floor, and dust on the books and the shelves and the tables. It had not been so once; it had not been so when he, a poor clerk in a grocer's store, had come at odd moments to borrow books of the Judge, and get him to explain difficult passages of Blackstone. He thought of it all now, and of how prosperous and
thriving the Judge was then, and how kindly and gracious Avithal. He thought of his own first case, which the Judge had given him, and of his maiden speech which the Judge had coached him for; he remembered liow he had brought down the laughter of the Court by beginning ^' Mr. Speaker,^' instead of '^Gentlemen of the Jury,'' and how the Judge had patted him on the back when it was over and told him his lapsus lingucv. was a good sign, and that some day he would be saying ^^ Mr. Speaker" in earnest from the floor. Yes, he remembered it all now, and it had come true for him—but the Judge? He felt sorry he had not kept up with him during the years he had been in Washington; perhaps he was being laid on the shelf. To be sure he looked old and worn.
The Congressman was thinking of all this while he had been speaking, and his finger kept running-over the leaves of the book which he held in his hand. He snapped the covers together nervously.
" I tell you what. Judge," he said, " I wish you wanted an appointment and you'd let me get one for you. IM like to wipe out some old scores with you in that way.''
The Judge's eyes fell, and he flecked a speck of dust from his worn coat-sleeve before he replied. There was a little nervousness in his manner, but his words were quite direct.
^' Thank you, Everett," he said simply, " I have been thinking I would like a good quiet place."
The Congressman's intentions were the best, but the Judge's reply seemed to stagger him for a moment.
He pressed his lips together, hardening his pleasant face, but his words were kindly.
" Well, now, I'm sure Vm glad to hear it. Judge," he said, '^and I think we will have no difficulty in arranging it.''
He sat down on the straight office chair, pressing his thin knees close together, and leaning his slender body forward, resting his elbows on the table.
'' If you'll just go through this list with me," he went on, and there was a business-like brusqueness in his tone, ^Sve might see what there is left."
He turned to the list of first-class appointments, running his bony finger down the line and telling off names as he went.
" There's England now, that's for Massachusetts, of course; and France, Illinois will get that, and so on. No, there's nothing there. Let me see, how'd you like a consulate? Some pretty good places, light work, enough salary, you know. Here, how's this ? That's not bad. Got any choice of place, Judge?"
" Well, I don't know; it just came into my head a moment before you came up. I think on a venture, I should say that I wanted a mild climate," said the Judge, a little vaguely.
" Yes, of course," continued the Congressman, still following the route of his finger. ^' Now there's Mexico, or Peru, or Bolivia. Let me see, some good places on the other side, in Italy perhaps, or Ireland, that's pretty good. I wish I'd known about this thing sooner; I've promised so many of the places. But here, now, holding the book to the Judge, '' how's
this? Right smart salary, ain't it? Suppose we see what we can do with that."
He arose as he spoke, taking the Judge's assent for granted, but his graeiousness returned as he got upon his feet and looked down at the old man beside him.
He gave a very hearty handshake, saying : " Now, Judge, I want you to count upon my doing everything possible in this matter, and, believe me, it will give me great pleasure. We'll send in a perfect reveille of letters and so on. Of course, everything will have to pass through the senior Senator's hands ; but you know him, don't you? Yes; I thought so. Well, I think we may count upon him in this matter, and, at any rate, you may upon me.''
The Congressman seemed willing and sincere enough, but the thing had not passed off just according to the Judge's desire. Accustomed as he was to granting favors, he was new to the business of asking them, and the unwonted effort galled him. He hoped the thing would not be talked about until it was quite settled, and it made him wince a few mornings later, when the paper contained the announcement that "Judge Acton was prominently spoken of for an important foreign post."
His friends were enthusiastic; the several local papers were exuberant in their laudation.
One thing about it, they said, was that the Judge's record did not have to be looked up. This was because everybody knew it; everybody knew his private character to be one of unparalleled purity, his private life to be one of unostentatious philanthropy. His
public career was unimpeachable; every one who knew anything of the political history of the State was familiar with the Judge's staunch adherence to party lines, and party principles. So tlie community discussed it, were elated and felt that the matter was settled. The Board of Trade, it is true, sent a testimonial in the Judge's behalf, not tiiat (hey felt that it was needed at all, but just by way of showing their appreciation of the choice which they felt assured would be made. Thus summarily are many weighty matters settled by those who have no finger in the governmental pie. Numerous friends in other States wrote to the Judge, giving him hearty and previous congratulations, telling him that they had written to their various Senators, each one of whom it was always said, ^' had the ear of the President,'' giving the Judge what they usually called " a rouser.'' Thus it seemed that so far as might be seen all was done that could be, and there was nothing left but to await the grinding of the mill of the gods.
The person who said least and doubtless thought most about the Judge's appointment was Ruth.
When Mrs. Acton looked up from her knitting to say: ^^ Ruth, since your father has asked for the appointment, I want him to get it." That worthy lady had, then and there, as she would have expressed it, ^' said her say."
Mrs. Acton was one who always spoke with reserves ; reserves that grew by harboring, and were, invariably, ready for emergencies.
So Ruth had not discussed the matter with her mother. She simply awaited an emergency, hoping
one would come to break down her reserves. She appreciated the sensitiveness her father might feel while the matter was still in doubt, and went out of her way to respect it. ,> , • i
But as I have intimated, she did a deal of thinking, for Ruth was a young woman possessed of aspirations, of that peculiar kind of restlessness ^yhich usually passes muster under the name of ambition, and one of her innermost desires had been to get away from the narrow confines of the small city, wherein she had passed almost her only life, and, added to this, was an over-weening desire to go abroad.
Now that there was a probability of this, she was forced to content herself with only thinking of her desire, and strengthened her hope with her mother^s decision that, since her father had asked for a place, she wanted him to get it.
Singularly enough, the only person whom she felt inclined to talk to about it was John—John Hume—-and now he was gone, she knew not where, and it did not make things easier for her to reflect that she had herself been the cause of his going. But with all of her reflections she could not bring herself to think it was anything but stupid of John to go off as he had done. 'Hadn't he been asking her to marry him once a year ever since she could remember, and hadn't she always given him the same answer ?
And now, it did seem too utterly stupid of him to say that, since she w^as older he supposed she knew her own mind and that he would go away and not trouble her any more.
Just as tho' she hadn't known her own mind all along.
John was a deal too masterful, and, to be sure, she was not sorry she had said " no '' to him, but she couldn't help wishing he hadn^t gotten in a huff and gone off like that to nobody knew where, just at a time when she most wanted him. Ruth kept thinking of this after she had looked up her Meistersehaff and set to studying in case she had to go abroad; perhaps that's the reason she made so little progress with her grammar.
It was one of those blustering, windy nights toward the middle of March when John Hume got home. Just why John had decided to shut up his Washington apartments sooner than was necessary and to run down home for a brief visit he did not quite acknowledge to himself, but merely said that he would like a last glimpse of the old place to carry away with him, to remember when he was so far away and so long gone. There was no one to say good-by to—no one except Ruth, and he should not see her, probably.
He was thinking of all this the night he got home, and was walking up from the station to his old quarters. He calculated that none of the boys would have come in at that hour, and that he could look up a few papers that he wanted, and have a good, quiet, cozy time of it. He knew that Jessup, his old roommate, would have left plenty of coals in the grate, and he felt quite gratified that a comfortable glow stole out beneath the door to greet him as he mounted the dusty stairway.
Everything was just as he had expected to find it; even his individual post-box on the door was full ot things Jessup had neglected to send. He took tliem out, the bundles of newspapers and a few letters, carrying them in with him and dumping them down on the table along with his grip. ^ ,, ,
Within, too, all seemed quite as of old, but somehow he couldn't help feeling sorry, after all, that he hadn't wired Jessup he was coming. The little fellow's cheerfulness would have made his home-coming happier, his last glimpse of the old place brighter. He had a passing thought of going out to look the boys up, but his trip had been a fatiguing one, so he emptied Jessup's tea-kettle and got the cinders and dust from his face and hands, found his own big slippers in their accustomed corner, and drew up a chair to the table, stretching his long limbs to the fire's cheerful warmth.
It was nice to be at home, and he fell to wondering if, after all, he should see Ruth. Perhaps he would meet iier in the street, as a thousand times he had thought of meeting her while he was gone, with the wind rumpling her loose curls, and the dear look in her bright eyes, and the smile on her sweet lips. He had thought of her so often, and the pain of it all was still in his heart; what would it be when he was gone so far away?
He brushed his hands across his eyes as if to shut out a vision, and picking up one of the dusty papers he had brought in, he began to open it listlessly. The first thing that caught his eye was Judge Acton's name at the head of a column,' and, like one awakening
from a dream, he read of his probable appoiutment. He had heard nothing of it and he read the whole thing twice over before lie seemed to understand, then, blowing a long, low, whistle he threw the paper down beside him on the floor.
Jessnp's step was heard mounting the stair, and in a moment the little fellow burst iii, fairly kissing Hume in the exuberance of his delight at seeing him.
" Why didn't you let a man know you were coming?'' he said, frisking about the roon/in his nervous little way. "I'd have had the boys in to glorify. Why didn't you write to a fellow, anyhow? Why, you had me here pijiing my young life away, believing you had gone to that nether region vou easuallv mentioned the night you flew off like a shot out of a shovel, to the Lord-knows-where. 8av, whv didn't you write?"
" Write ? " said Hume. " You are a great one to talk about writing; whv in the mischief didn't vou write ? "
''I? WHiy I had nothing to write," said Jessup helplessly. '
'' Oh,^ you didn't ? Well why didn't you send the papers?" said Hume, picking up the one at his feet.
^' Oh, come now, but that is a good one, "said Jessup, going ofl* in a fit of laughter. " Where out of the world have you been that you wanted to see our papers? Did you want to know what we thought of the Toronto question ? Did you want to see us settle the free art bill with one stroke of our mighty pen? Or did you want to know that Bill Jones was adding a new coat of paint to his palatial residence, that the
hoaorable Mayor was out again after a })r«)tracted spr— beg pardon—illness, that our old friend John Smith from Hog Thief Point, was in town yesterday, and, last, but not least, that there are no flies on '^—
'' Hush, Jessup, ean't you?" said Hume, breaking in a littU^ sharply. '' I think you might have written me about—Judge Acton's app(untment, for instance."
"Phew!'^ said Jessup, ''sits the wind in that quarter yet? I didn't know you would feel interested, as all was over twixt you and Ruth." Hume winced.
'' Besides," Jessup went on, " he hasn't got it yet, and probably never will. Kissing goes by favor, and things seem to be moving slowly in Washington."
'' Do you suppose such a man as Judge Acton wouldn't gat what he asked for?" demanded Hume.
'' I've seen as good men as he refused what they asked for," said the little fellow significantly.
" Stop that, Jessup," said Hume, doggedly. " You know I wasn't worthy to fasten lier shoe latchet."
*' Oh, I know," answered the loyal little man, looking up at his big friend, '' you're not worth wiping up the floor with. If you were, I'd do it, sir, I'd do it."
''Well, well, we shall make it all right, Jessup, old boy," said Hume, slipping ofl^ his slipper and throwing one arm caressingly about the little fellow's shoulders.
"Would you mind sitting up for me a bit? I shall not be gone long, and I'll get you to call me early in the morning, please, Jess; I've got to go to Washington."
" You have, have you ? What did you come for?"
" To see you, Jessup, of course," broke in Hume,
softly, but the little fellow didii^t feign to notice the interruption.
"What did you come for? A chunk of fire? Well, I'll ^fire' you early enough in the morning, be sure/' ^
Hume ran doAvn stairs and hurried up the street to the telegraph office in a vague kind of way, feeling that he could thus help along on its journey the message he was going to send. He picked up a blank, addressed it to his Senior Senator at Washington, filling it in without counting the words.
When he got back home he was very gentle with little Jessup, who had refilled the cup of tea for him in the old way.
_ It had been arranged that the Congressman was to give a reception in honor of Judge Acton's departure when the family stopped in Washington on their way to JNew York whence they were to sail. It was a very swell affair, of course, when it came off, and next to the Congressman's beautiful wife, Ruth was quite the prettiest thing there, and she was having a perfectly lovely time. or j
At least slie kept telling herself over and over again that she was enjoying the cram and the rush, the meeting so many charming people, but she was haunted by the dreadful thought that she was going to break down in the midst of it all and cry. There was a man standing with his back to her just behind a group of palms; he had been there a lon^ time and
he reminded her of John. If only it were John she would feel better; then, after a while, she eould see him and tell him good-by.
The Congressman himself w^as talking to her, and when he stopped she thought she had better thank him for having gotten the appointment for her father. Somehow the echo of her words sounded very insincere, and looking u|) at him a little pleadingly, she said : '^ Indeed, I am very grateful to you, and I know it was all owing to you that the phiee was given father, the Senator was very lagging."
The Congressman began to say something in reply, but she did not hear what it was. The man behind the palms had moved, and—y<'s, it was John, and he was coming to her; it had been so long since she saw him, and she wanted to tell him good-by. No, he was going the other way; but surely he had seen her. What could it mean? For John Hume\s kind, gray eyes looked full into hers for a brief second, he bent his head a little stiffly and was gone.
The Congressman stopj)ed short in what lie was saying, glanced over his shoulder at Hume's retreating figure, and wondered if Ruth was quite the flirt she seemed. When he turned to look at her again, something in the girl's downcast face struck him.
'^ There seems to be a little lull just now," he said, bending to offer his arm, '^ and I'm afraid I shall not have another opportunity to show you my orchids. Will you let me take you now?
The girl slipped her hand through his arm gratefully, glad to escape the glare of lights upon her burning face and sank back well into the shadow
of the vines in a quiet corner where he had found her a seat.
" Well, Miss Aeton/' he said, after a little, " Fm afraid I can't legitimately lay claim to all the thanks you were so gracious as to offer me a while ago. Of course you know, I wanted to do what I could for your father, but when I put the matter to the Senator, he told me he had already promised the place to—'^ the Congressman paused a moment, " to—er—someone else. This particular some one else happened to be a young fellow who was anxious to go to the antipodes, if possible, on some pretext or another, just then, and the Senator was going to give him all his influence. Had known the young man's father, you know, and that sort of thing, and was disposed to let the fellow have anything he wanted, and he had settled upon the very place the Judge had thought of. So that's the state of affairs I found when I got here. Well, perhaps, I don't know exactly where the hitch was, but at the last minute—the very day before the appointment was to be made, in fact—the young fellow called off, said he didn't want it, and it was given to your father. So, you see, it is to him, the young man, that your thanks are due."
'' Who is he ? What is his name ? " asked Ruth, breathlessly.
'^ Hume, you know, John Hume," said the Congressman, feeling that his plot had wound up a little tamely, perhaps, after all.
" Oh ! Oh ! " said Ruth, covering her face with her hands and bowing her head upon the flower-decked stand before her.
She did not look up when the Congressman went out, closing the door softly behind him. A moment later, with an ice in his hand, he met Hume in the hall.
" Would you mind taking this into the conservatory and doing the gallant in my stead ? I^m busy/' he said, hurrying on as he put the plate into the young man's hand.
Perhaps John didn't suspect anything, perhaps he hoped everything. At all events, when he opened the door and found Ruth, with her head still bowed upon the table, he put one of his big palms ovei; her little hand and called to her gently.
" Oh, John ! " she cried, springing up, *' to think of your having done that! Of your having given up your place to father, and then letting us go on and never have a chance to say a word to you about it! Never mind now, I know all about it, the Congressman has told me part, and I guessed the rest. And you were going to let us go away without even saying good-by to you. Oh, John !"
" Good-bv," said John. " Is that all vou wanted to say, Ruth ? "
The tears were still standing in her gladsome eyes, and she hung her head so low that her words came only in a whisper, but he heard.
"No, that isn't quite all, for I love you, John."