The casket and scroll were handed to Miss Munt, who acknowledged them
with a graceful inclination of an imperial head, and then cheers broke
out in a hurricane. In part, no doubt, they were inspired by family
associations, for her father had grown vastly popular; but in large
measure they were due beyond a doubt to sheer power of personality. The
secret force which distinguishes one human being from another, over
and beyond their works and their walk in life, belonged to Sally in
sovereign degree. Her portraits and her fame had kindled hopes which
the dauntless reality had more than fulfilled. In the sight of all she
stood a true daughter of her race, foursquare, unconquerable.
At last the cheers subsided and then arose demands for a speech from
the Mayor. As the result of assiduous practice in war oratory Josiah
had won remarkable success. He did not pretend to polish or to flights
of intellect or fancy, but he had a knack of speechmaking that was
immensely to the taste of his fellow citizens. In response to the
insistent demand of the meeting he rose ponderously.
On the crowded platform, as in the body of the hall itself, was many a
shrewd judge of men. The average Briton of all classes has an instinct
in such matters that is almost uncanny. He knows a man when he sees
one. And when the Mayor stood up to address them, a little yet not too
much, embarrassed by the nature of his reception, all present knew that
they saw one now. Charmed and delighted by the heroine of the piece, so
shrewd a body of persons may also have been rather amazed that she had
come to happen. But, somehow, her father seemed to explain her. A rough
diamond, no doubt, but at that moment, in his self-possession, in his
self-belief, in his titanic grappling power when faced with difficulty,
he was an expression of the genius of the race.
All the same it was not easy for the Mayor of Blackhampton to find
words at that moment. As a rule, when on his legs he did not suffer a
lack of them. He had a natural gift of speech and a faculty of humor
which found expression in many a racy idiom. But his powers threatened
to desert him now.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began. There was a pause and then he
began again. "Ladies and gentlemen." There was a second pause while
three thousand sympathetic fellow citizens hung upon the phrase.
And then at last slowly and grimly the great voice boomed out,
"Ladies and gentlemen, there are those who think they can down the
Anglo-Saxon race, but"--slight pause--"they don't know what they are
un-der-ta-kin'----"
There was one pause more. It lasted but an instant for the meeting
broke out in a roar. Only too well had the Mayor interpreted the
thought that was dominating the minds of his fellow citizens.
XLIV
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