Love stories; Political fiction; Southern States -- Fiction
This time Trench laughed. “Not a great deal, Judge,” he replied easily,
“I’ve got most of it out. We’re going to prove both our cases against
Aylett and Eaton. Aylett’s used more money, but Eaton has intimidated.
The convention was packed. They threw in Eaton as a third candidate
to split Yarnall’s strength; they knew all the investors in his
get-rich-quick schemes would follow him, and they’d been warned to do
it. I’ve got the evidence. Of course, when Yarnall got them deadlocked,
even with that break in his strength, Eaton withdrew and, throwing all
his votes suddenly to Aylett, nominated him on the fifth ballot.”
The judge scowled at him from under his heavy brows. “What’s this about
the Todd test case?” he growled.
“Aaron Todd got hold of one of the delegates and found out that he’d
been offered a bribe by Eaton. Todd suggested to him to take it and get
the matter witnessed; it was done and will be used in court.”
“Damned shabby!” said the judge.
Caleb smiled. “I call it a harder name, Judge,” he said simply. “I
shan’t use it, but, after all, I’m only the junior counsel.”
The old man looked at him over his spectacles. “I understand that
Yarnall has picked you out as a kind of red flag to the bull, and means
to wave you in Eaton’s face.”
“So he does, I fancy,” said Trench, “but we’re going to call Judge
Hollis.”
The judge stared; a dull red crept up to his hair. He had felt the
slight when Caleb was chosen, and he suspected that the younger man
knew it. Yet the temptation to be in the thick of the fray was like the
taste of fine wine in the mouth of the thirsty. “By gum, sir,” he said,
“I don’t believe I’ll do it.”
“Yes, you will,” said Trench decisively, “we need you. Besides, Mr.
Yarnall has written a formal request to you: we want influential men on
our side. We’ve got a clear case, but we want the people to understand
that we’re not demagogues. And”--Trench suddenly used all his
persuasive powers, which were great--“Judge, I lack your experience.”
It was a touch of modesty that went to the judge’s heart. He took
Diana’s chair--Caleb always called it that in his heart--and they fell
to discussing the situation and the most salient points in the case,
for it had divided the State and it would affect the election of the
United States Senator later.
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