A little further removed from the Senator’s person were the inevitable two or three of that super-admiring yokel type which, too ignorant, unwashed and boorish to stand in the Very Presence, is yet vastly joyed to hang about, open-mouthed and open-eared, in the immediate neighbourhood of greatness, in the hope to be counted in among its _entourage_. Still further out the curious viewed "the old man" from a respectful distance and commented upon him, freely and respectfully or otherwise, as freeborn American citizens are wont to do. The while the crowd shifted and eddied, came and went. As about Senator Killam, so in less degree moved the tides about the other aspirants. "Senator," asked one of the inner circle in a quiet moment, "what do you think of our chances with the national ticket?" "Not so good as they’d have been with Phillips against us," answered Mr. Killam. "Oh, of course not," said the questioner, glad to display his political wisdom, "I’ve told the boys all along that we could have beaten Phillips with that nigger son-in-law of his sure as shootin’." "That’s where you are mistaken," replied the Senator oracularly. "We might have beaten Phillips if we had nominated a dyed-in-the-wool corporation law-agent like they have now put up against us; but the nigger son-in-law wouldn’t have cut any ice. I believe at heart they don’t like that any more than we do, but if the Trusts would have permitted it they would have put Phillips and his nigger back there just to show us they could do it.... They’ve got a lot of fool notions about ’justice to the nigger’ that make me sick.... Justice to the nigger is to make him know his place and teach him to be happy in it; but the Yankees haven’t got the sense to see it. Rutledge, even, had a lot of that damn nonsense in his speech on the Hare Bill. Half of what he said was very good, if he had only voted accordingly and left out all that rot about educating the nigger.... How in the devil he got his ideas I can’t see. He didn’t inherit ’em, for his aristocratic old daddy thought it was a dangerous thing to educate the lower classes of white folks." "You are not worrying yourself much about Rutledge in this race, are you, Senator?" "No, no, he’ll never hear the gun fire. Why man, he’s neither one thing nor the other. Some of his ideas about the nigger will make any _white_ man mad, and yet nobody ever did make a more forcible protest against Phillips’ nigger luncheon, nor paint a more horrible picture of miscegenation.... Strange thing about that, too,"—the Senator lowered his voice to reach only the inmost circle, and the yokels almost dislocated their necks in attempts to burglarize his confidence—"do you know it was whispered that Rutledge was engaged to Phillips’ oldest daughter"—the Senator’s voice dropped still lower—"no doubt, they say, that he is, or was, very much in love with her." The smaller circle exchanged glances of interest, and a smile went round.