Lawyers -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; United States -- Social conditions -- 1865-1918 -- Fiction
Luke followed the man that had sought him and found Nelson standing at
the farthest corner of the stage.
The wholesale druggist was in evident distress. He was an honorable man
and a practical, and these qualities spoke in the lines of his troubled
face. As soon as they were left together, Nelson came to the point.
"Huber," he said, "I’ve got to get out."
"Out? What of?"
"The League. I’ve got to leave it."
Nelson was almost the last man that Luke would have expected to desert.
Moreover, he had so long been prominent in the reform movement that his
defection would be a serious blow to the League. Luke had to call
loudly on his lethargic manner to conceal his anxiety and surprise.
"Why?" he inquired. "What’s wrong?"
"This speech of yours to-night," explained Nelson. "You’ve been getting
nearer and nearer that fellow all along, but I’d no idea you meant to go
right at him."
"What was the matter with the speech? I didn’t tell anything but the
truth."
"No, I dare say you didn’t, but I can’t honorably stand by you, Huber,
now that you’ve openly taken this line."
Nelson swallowed hard. It was plain that he did not like the dish
prepared for him.
"I don’t understand," said Luke. "If it was true, and if we’re to make
a real fight for real reform, we’ve got to begin at the cause of
corruption."
"I know. I admit it was the truth, but it wasn’t the whole truth. He
does lots of good."
"Good and bad are relative. Relatively he doesn’t do any good."
"I’m not so sure of that."
"I am."
"Yes, but there’s the League to think of."
"The League nominated me,"
"Of course it did, but you’re not the whole ticket nor the whole
movement."
This was a detail that Luke in his triumph had forgotten.
"Still," he said, "we can’t dodge the facts. I won’t dodge them,
Nelson."
"I understand," Nelson said. "Perhaps you’re right. Anyhow, right or
wrong, you’ve done what you’ve done, and so I’ve got to go."
"But why?"
Nelson fidgeted.
"I may as well tell you," he at last said. "You know my business has
always been one that didn’t cross these fellows’ trail. But lately
they’ve been coming toward us. I think I mentioned that?"
Luke nodded.
"Well, I’ve been hard up. The other day I needed money badly. I had to
have money or I’d have failed. I have a wife and family to think of,
Huber. I tried everywhere to raise the wind, and there was only one
place where I could raise it."
"You mean—" Luke wet his lips. "You mean that crowd?"
"Yes."
"It came from _him_?"
"It came direct from L. Bergen Rivington. But, of course, it really
came from _him_."
Luke put out his hand. Nelson wrung it.
"I wasn’t bought, Huber," he said. "You don’t think that?"
"I know," said Luke kindly.
"I wish I’d told you sooner, Huber. I didn’t expect you’d go so far."
"I’d have gone just as far, Nelson. I’m sorry."
"I’m sorry, too, Huber. Good-night."
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