The Southerner: A Romance of the Real LincolnDixon, Thomas, Jr.
General
The Southerner: A Romance of the Real Lincoln
Dixon, Thomas, Jr.
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 -- Fiction
"A number of Secret Societies have overspread the North and Northwest,
whose purpose is to end the war at once and on any terms. I have the
best of reasons for believing that the men back of these Orders are now
in touch with the Davis Government in Richmond. I am informed that a
coterie of these conspirators, a sort of governing board, have gotten
control or may get control of the organization of your Party. I have
heard the ugly rumor that they are counting on you----"
"Stop!" McClellan shouted.
The General sprang to his feet, the President rose and the two men
confronted each other in a moment of tense silence.
The compact figure of McClellan was trembling with rage--the tall man's
sombre eyes holding his with steady purpose.
"No man can couple the word treason with my name, sir!" the General
hissed.
"Have I done so?"
"You are insinuating it--and I demand a retraction!"
The President smiled genially:
"Then I apologize for my carelessness of expression. I have never
believed you a traitor to the Union."
"Thank you!"
"I don't believe it now, General. That's why I've sent for you."
"Then I suggest that you employ more caution in the use of words if this
conversation is to continue."
"Again I apologize, General, with admiration for your manner of meeting
the ugly subject. I'm glad you feel that way--and now if you will be
seated we can talk business."
McClellan resumed his seat with a frown and the President went on:
"I have sent for you to ask an amazing thing----"
"Hence the secrecy with which I am summoned?"
"Exactly. I'm going to ask you to take my place and save the Union."
McClellan's handsome face went white:
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I've said."
"And your conditions?" the General asked, with a quiver in his voice.
"They are very simple: Preside to-morrow night at a great Democratic
Union Mass Meeting in New York and boldly put yourself at the head of
the Union Democracy----"
"And you?"
"I will withdraw from the race."
"What race?"
"For the next term of the Presidency."
"Oh----"
"My convention is but ten months off. Yours can meet a day earlier. I
will withdraw in your favor and force my Party to endorse you. Your
election will be a certainty."
The General lifted his hand with a curious smile:
"You're in earnest?"
"I was never more so. It is needless for me to say that I came into this
office with high ambitions to serve my country. My dream of glory has
gone--I have left only agony and tears----" He paused and drew a deep
breath.
"I did want the chance," he went on wistfully, "to stay here another
term to see the sun shine again, to heal my country's wounds, and show
all my people, North, South, East, and West, that I love them! But I
can't risk this new battle, if you will agree to take my place and save
the Union. Will you preside over such a meeting?"
"No," was the sharp, clear answer.
"I am sorry--why?"
"Perhaps I am already certain of that election without your assistance?"
"Oh--I see."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account