Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“By the time you return the people will be waiting, ready and eager to
hear whatever you may have to say. Your word will be the last word for
them. It is not as though you were some demagogue seeking notoriety, or
a hotel piazza correspondent at Key West or Jacksonville. You are the
only statesman we have, the only orator Americans will listen to, and I
tell you that when you come before them and bring home to them as
only you can the horrors of this war, you will be the only man in this
country. You will be the Patrick Henry of Cuba; you can go down to
history as the man who added the most beautiful island in the seas to
the territory of the United States, who saved thousands of innocent
children and women, and who dared to do what no other politician has
dared to do--to go and see for himself and to come back and speak the
truth. It only means a month out of your life, a month’s trouble and
discomfort, but with no risk. What is a month out of a lifetime, when
that month means immortality to you and life to thousands? In a month
you would make a half dozen after-dinner speeches and cause your friends
to laugh and applaud. Why not wring their hearts instead, and hold this
thing up before them as it is, and shake it in their faces? Show it to
them in all its horror--bleeding, diseased and naked, an offence to our
humanity, and to our prated love of liberty, and to our God.”
The young man threw himself eagerly forward and beat the map with his
open palm. But the senator sat apparently unmoved gazing thoughtfully
into the open fire, and shook his head.
While the luncheon was in progress the young gentleman who the night
before had left the carriage and stood at Arkwright’s side, had entered
the room and was listening intently. He had invited himself to some
fresh coffee, and had then relapsed into an attentive silence, following
what the others said with an amused and interested countenance. Stanton
had introduced him as Mr. Livingstone, and appeared to take it for
granted that Arkwright would know who he was. He seemed to regard him
with a certain deference which Arkwright judged was due to some fixed
position the young man held, either of social or of political value.
“I do not know,” said Stanton with consideration, “that I am prepared to
advocate the annexation of the island. It is a serious problem.”
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