Something in Dorn's tone made Davy feel that it would be unwise to yield to the impulse to tell a lie-- for the highly moral purpose of silencing this agitator and demagogue.
``You will remember,'' pursued Victor, ``that Galland was the sixth or seventh name you proposed--and that Joe House rejected the others.He did it, after consulting with Kelly.You recall--don't you?--that every time you brought him a name he took time to consider?''
``How do you know so much about all this?'' cried Davy, his tone suggesting that Victor was wholly mistaken, but his manner betraying that he knew Victor was right.
``Oh, politicians are human,'' replied Dorn.``And the human race is loose-mouthed.I saw years ago that if I was to build my party I must have full and accurate information as to all that was going on.I made my plans accordingly.''
``Galland is an honest man--rich--above suspicion --above corruption--an ideal candidate,'' said Davy.
``He is a corporation owner, a corporation lawyer-- and a fool,''
said Victor.``As I've told you, all **** Kelly's interest in this fall's local election is that judgeship.''
``Galland is my man.I want to see him elected.If Kelly's for Galland, so much the better.Then we're sure of electing him--of getting the right sort of a man on the bench.''
``I'm not here to argue with you about politics, Davy,'' said Victor.``I brought you here because I like you--believe in your honesty--and don't want to see you humiliated.I'm giving you a chance to save yourself.''
``From what?'' inquired Hull, not so valiant as he pretended to be.
``From the ridicule and disgrace that will cover this reform movement, if you persist in it.''
Hull burst out laughing.``Of all the damned impudence!'' he exclaimed.``Dorn, I think you've gone crazy.''
``You can't irritate me, Hull.I've been giving you the benefit of the doubt.I think you are falling into the commonest kind of error--doing evil and winking at evil in order that a good end may be gained.Now, listen.What are the things you reformers are counting on to get you votes this fall''
Davy maintained a haughty silence.
``The traction scandals, the gas scandals and the paving scandals--isn't that it?''
``Of course,'' said Davy.
``Then--why have the gas crowd, the traction crowd and the paving crowd each contributed twenty-five thousand dollars to your campaign fund?''
Hull stared at Victor Dorn in amazement.``Who told you that lie?'' he blustered.
Dorn looked at him sadly.``Then you knew? I hoped you didn't, Hull.But--now that you're facing the situation squarely, don't you see that you're being made a fool of? Would those people put up for your election if they weren't SURE you and your crowd were THEIR crowd?''
``They'll find out!'' cried Hull.
``You'll find out, you mean,'' replied Victor.``I see your whole programme, Davy.They'll put you in, and they'll say, `Let us alone and we'll make you governor of the State.Annoy us, and you'll have no political future.' And you'll say to yourself, `The wise thing for me to do is to wait until I'm governor before I begin to serve the people.THEN I can really do something.'
And so, you'll be THEIR mayor--and afterward THEIRgovernor--because they'll hold out another inducement.Anyhow, by that time you'll be so completely theirs that you'll have no hope of a career except through them.''
After reading how some famous oration wrought upon its audience we turn to it and wonder that such tempests of emotion could have been produced by such ******, perhaps almost commonplace words.
The key to the mystery is usually a magic quality in the tone of the orator, evoking before its hypnotized hearers a series of vivid pictures, just as the notes of a violin, with no aid from words or even from musical form seem to materialize into visions.
This uncommon yet by no means rare power was in Victor Dorn's voice, and explained his extraordinary influence over people of all kinds and classes; it wove a spell that enmeshed even those who disliked him for his detestable views.Davy Hull, listening to Victor's ****** recital of his prospective career, was so wrought upon that he sat staring before him in a kind of terror.
``Davy,'' said Victor gently, ``you're at the parting of the ways.The time for honest halfway reformers-- for political amateurs has passed.`Under which king, Bezonian? Speak or die!'--that's the situation today.''
And Hull knew that it was so.``What do you propose, Dorn?'' he said.``I want to do what's right-- what's best for the people.''
``Don't worry about the people, Hull,'' said Victor.
``Upper classes come and pass, but the people remain-- bigger and stronger and more aggressive with every century.And they dictate language and art, and politics and religion--what we shall all eat and wear and think and do.Only what they approve, only that yoke even which they themselves accept, has any chance of enduring.Don't worry about the people, Davy.Worry about yourself.''
``I admit,'' said Hull, ``that I don't like a lot of things about the--the forces I find I've got to use in order to carry through my plans.I admit that even the sincere young fellows I've grouped together to head this movement are narrow--supercilious--self-satisfied --that they irritate me and are not trustworthy.But I feel that, if I once get the office, I'll be strong enough to put my plans through.'' Nervously, ``I'm giving you my full confidence--as I've given it to no one else.''
``You've told me nothing I didn't know already,'' said Victor.
``I've got to choose between this reform party and your party,''
continued Hull.``That is, I've got no choice.For, candidly, I've no confidence in the working class.It's too ignorant to do the ruling.It's too credulous to build on--for its credulity makes it fickle.And I believe in the better class, too.It may be sordid and greedy and tyrannical, but by appealing to its good instincts--and to its fear of the money kings and the monopolists, something good can be got through it.''
