Part 15 (1/2)
”Let him in,” said I.
As the door-man disappeared Doc Woodruff glanced at his watch, then said with a smile: ”You've been here seven minutes and a half--just time for a lookout down stairs to telephone to the Auditorium and for the messenger to drive from there here. Goodrich is on the anxious-seat, all right.”
The messenger was Goodrich's handy-man, Judge Dufour. I myself have always frowned on these public exhibitions of the intimacy of judges in practical politics; but Goodrich had many small vanities--he liked his judges to hold his coat and his governors to carry his satchel. One would say that such petty weaknesses would be the undoing of a man.
Fortunately, we are not as weak as our weakness but as strong as our strength; and while the universal weaknesses are shared by the strong, their strength is peculiar and rare. After Dufour had introduced himself and we had exchanged commonplaces he said: ”Senator, there's a little conference of some of the leaders at headquarters and it isn't complete without you. So, Senator Goodrich has sent me over to escort you.”
”Thank you--very courteous of you and of him,” said I without hesitation, for I knew what was coming as soon as his name had been brought in, and my course was laid out. ”But I can't leave just now.
Please ask him if he won't come over--any time within the next four hours.” This blandly and without a sign that I was conscious of Dufour's stupefaction--for his vanity made him believe that the G.o.d the great Dufour knelt to must be the G.o.d of G.o.ds.
There is no more important branch of the art of successful dealing with men than the etiquette of who shall call upon whom. Many a man has in his very hour of triumph ruined his cause with a blunder there--by going to see some one whom he should have compelled to come to him, or by compelling some one to come to him when he should have made the concession of going. I had two reasons for thus humiliating Goodrich, neither of them the reason he doubtless attributed to me, the desire to feed my vanity. My first reason was his temperament; I knew his having to come to me would make him bow before me in spirit, as he was a tyrant, and tyrants are always cringers. My second reason was that I thought myself near enough to control of the convention to be able to win control by creating the atmosphere of impending success. There is always a lot of fellows who wait to see who is likely to win, so that they may be on the side of the man in the plum tree; often there are enough of these to gain the victory for him who can lure them over at just the right moment.
As soon as Dufour had taken his huge body away I said to Woodruff: ”Go out with your men and gather in the office down stairs as many members of the doubtful delegations as you can. Keep them where they'll be bound to see Goodrich come in and go out.”
He rushed away, and I waited--working with the leaders of three far-western states. At the end of two hours, I won them by the spectacle of the arriving Goodrich. He came in, serene, smiling, giving me the joyously s.h.i.+ning eyes and joyously firm hand-clasp of the politician's greeting; not an outward sign that he would like to see me tortured to death by some slow process then and there. Hypocritical preliminaries were not merely unnecessary but even highly ridiculous; yet, so great was his anger and confusion that he began with the ”prospects for an old-time convention, with old-time enthusiasm and that generous rivalry which is the best sign of party health.”
”I hope not, Senator,” said I pleasantly. ”Here, we think the fight is over--and won.”
He lifted his eyebrows; but I saw his maxillary muscles twitching. ”We don't figure it out just that way at headquarters,” he replied oilily.
”But, there's no doubt about it, your man has developed strength in the West.”
”And South,” said I, with deliberate intent to inflame, for I knew how he must feel about those delegates we had bought away from him.
There were teeth enough in his smile--but little else. ”I think Burbank and Cromwell will be about even on the first ballot,” said he. ”May the best man win! We're all working for the good of the party and the country. But--I came, rather, to get your ideas about platform.”
I opened a drawer in the table at which I was sitting and took out a paper. ”We've embodied our ideas in this,” said I, holding the paper toward him. ”There's a complete platform, but we only insist on the five paragraphs immediately after the preamble.”
He seemed to age as he read. ”Impossible!” he finally exclaimed.
”Preposterous! It would be difficult enough to get any money for _Cromwell_ on such a platform, well as our conservative men know they can trust him. But for _Burbank_--you couldn't get a cent--not a d.a.m.n cent! A rickety candidate on a rickety platform--that's what they'd say.”
I made no answer.
”May I ask,” he presently went on, ”has ex-Governor Burbank seen this--this astonis.h.i.+ng doc.u.ment?”
Burbank had written it. I confess when he first showed it to me, it had affected me somewhat as it was now affecting Goodrich. For, a dealer with business men as well as with public sentiment, I appreciated instantly the shock some of the phrases would give the large interests.
But Burbank had not talked to me five minutes before I saw he was in the main right and that his phrases only needed a little ”toning down” so that they wouldn't rasp too harshly on ”conservative” ears, ”Yes, Mr.
Burbank has seen it,” said I. ”He approves it--though, of course, it does not represent his _personal_ views, or his _intentions_.”
”If Mr. Burbank approves _this_,” exclaimed Goodrich, red and tossing the paper on the table, ”then my gravest doubts about him are confirmed.
He is an utterly unsafe man. He could not carry a single state in the East where there are any large centerings of capital or of enterprise--not even our yellow-dog states.”
”He can and will carry them all,” said I. ”They _must_ go for him, because after the opposition have nominated, and have announced their platform, your people will regard him as, at any rate, much the less of two evils. We have decided on that platform because we wish to make it possible for him to carry the necessary Western states. We can't hold our rank and file out here unless we have a popular platform. The people must have their way _before_ election, Senator, if the interests are to continue to have their way _after_ election.”
”I'll never consent to that platform,” said he, rising.
”Very well,” said I with a mild show of regret, rising also as if I had no wish to prolong the interview.
He brought his hand down violently upon the paper. ”This,” he exclaimed, ”is a timely uncovering of a most amazing plot--a plot to turn our party over to demagoguery.”