CHAPTER XLIII.

The very next day, sure enough, the campaign opened. In due course, the

Speaker of the House reached that Order of Business which is termed

"Notices of Bills," and then the Hon. Mr. Buckstone rose in his place and

gave notice of a bill "To Found and Incorporate the Knobs Industrial

University," and then sat down without saying anything further. The busy

gentlemen in the reporters' gallery jotted a line in their note-books,

ran to the telegraphic desk in a room which communicated with their own

writing-parlor, and then hurried back to their places in the gallery; and

by the time they had resumed their seats, the line which they had

delivered to the operator had been read in telegraphic offices in towns

and cities hundreds of miles away. It was distinguished by frankness of

language as well as by brevity:

"The child is born. Buckstone gives notice of the thieving Knobs

University job. It is said the noses have been counted and enough votes

have been bought to pass it."

For some time the correspondents had been posting their several journals

upon the alleged disreputable nature of the bill, and furnishing daily

reports of the Washington gossip concerning it. So the next morning,

nearly every newspaper of character in the land assailed the measure and

hurled broadsides of invective at Mr. Buckstone. The Washington papers

were more respectful, as usual--and conciliatory, also, as usual. They

generally supported measures, when it was possible; but when they could

not they "deprecated" violent expressions of opinion in other

journalistic quarters.

They always deprecated, when there was trouble ahead. However, 'The

Washington Daily Love-Feast' hailed the bill with warm approbation. This

was Senator Balaam's paper--or rather, "Brother" Balaam, as he was

popularly called, for he had been a clergyman, in his day; and he himself

and all that he did still emitted an odor of sanctity now that he had

diverged into journalism and politics. He was a power in the

Congressional prayer meeting, and in all movements that looked to the

spread of religion and temperance.

His paper supported the new bill with gushing affection; it was a noble

measure; it was a just measure; it was a generous measure; it was a pure

measure, and that surely should recommend it in these corrupt times; and

finally, if the nature of the bill were not known at all, the 'Love

Feast' would support it anyway, and unhesitatingly, for the fact that

Senator Dilworthy was the originator of the measure was a guaranty that

it contemplated a worthy and righteous work.

Senator Dilworthy was so anxious to know what the New York papers would

say about the bill; that he had arranged to have synopses of their

editorials telegraphed to him; he could not wait for the papers

themselves to crawl along down to Washington by a mail train which has

never run over a cow since the road was built; for the reason that it has

never been able to overtake one. It carries the usual "cow-catcher" in

front of the locomotive, but this is mere ostentation. It ought to be

attached to the rear car, where it could do some good; but instead, no

provision is made there for the protection of the traveling public, and

hence it is not a matter of surprise that cows so frequently climb aboard

that train and among the passengers.

The Senator read his dispatches aloud at the breakfast table. Laura was

troubled beyond measure at their tone, and said that that sort of comment

would defeat the bill; but the Senator said:

"Oh, not at all, not at all, my child. It is just what we want.

Persecution is the one thing needful, now--all the other forces are

secured. Give us newspaper persecution enough, and we are safe.

Vigorous persecution will alone carry a bill sometimes, dear; and when

you start with a strong vote in the first place, persecution comes in

with double effect. It scares off some of the weak supporters, true,

but it soon turns strong ones into stubborn ones. And then, presently,

it changes the tide of public opinion. The great public is weak-minded;

the great public is sentimental; the great public always turns around and

weeps for an odious murderer, and prays for-him, and carries flowers to

his prison and besieges the governor with appeals to his clemency, as

soon as the papers begin to howl for that man's blood.--In a word, the

great putty-hearted public loves to 'gush,' and there is no such darling

opportunity to gush as a case of persecution affords."

"Well, uncle, dear; if your theory is right, let us go into raptures,

for nobody can ask a heartier persecution than these editorials are

furnishing."

"I am not so sure of that, my daughter. I don't entirely like the tone

of some of these remarks. They lack vim, they lack venom. Here is one

calls it a 'questionable measure.' Bah, there is no strength in that.

This one is better; it calls it 'highway robbery.' That sounds something

like. But now this one seems satisfied to call it an 'iniquitous

scheme'. 'Iniquitous' does not exasperate anybody; it is weak--puerile.

The ignorant will imagine it to be intended for a compliment. But this

other one--the one I read last--has the true ring: 'This vile, dirty

effort to rob the public treasury, by the kites and vultures that now

infest the filthy den called Congress'--that is admirable, admirable!

We must have more of that sort. But it will come--no fear of that;

they're not warmed up, yet. A week from now you'll see."

"Uncle, you and Brother Balaam are bosom friends--why don't you get his

paper to persecute us, too?"

"It isn't worth while, my, daughter. His support doesn't hurt a bill.

Nobody reads his editorials but himself. But I wish the New York papers

would talk a little plainer. It is annoying to have to wait a week for

them to warm up. I expected better things at their hands--and time is

precious, now."

At the proper hour, according to his previous notice, Mr. Buckstone duly

introduced his bill entitled "An Act to Found and Incorporate the Knobs

Industrial University," moved its proper reference, and sat down.

The Speaker of the House rattled off this observation:

"'Fnobjectionbilltakuzhlcoixrssoreferred!'"

Habitues of the House comprehended that this long, lightning-heeled word

signified that if there was no objection, the bill would take the

customary course of a measure of its nature, and be referred to the

Committee on Benevolent Appropriations, and that it was accordingly so

referred. Strangers merely supposed that the Speaker was taking a gargle

for some affection of the throat.

The reporters immediately telegraphed the introduction of the bill.--And

they added:

"The assertion that the bill will pass was premature. It is said

that many favorers of it will desert when the storm breaks upon them

from the public press."

The storm came, and during ten days it waxed more and more violent day by

day. The great "Negro University Swindle" became the one absorbing topic

of conversation throughout the Union. Individuals denounced it, journals

denounced it, public meetings denounced it, the pictorial papers

caricatured its friends, the whole nation seemed to be growing frantic

over it. Meantime the Washington correspondents were sending such

telegrams as these abroad in the land; Under date of--

SATURDAY. "Congressmen Jex and Fluke are wavering; it is believed they

will desert the execrable bill."

MONDAY. "Jex and Fluke have deserted!"

THURSDAY. "Tubbs and Huffy left the sinking ship last night"

Later on:

"Three desertions. The University thieves are getting scared, though

they will not own it."

Later:

"The leaders are growing stubborn--they swear they can carry it, but it

is now almost certain that they no longer have a majority!"

After a day or two of reluctant and ambiguous telegrams:

"Public sentiment seems changing, a trifle in favor of the bill

--but only a trifle."

And still later:

"It is whispered that the Hon. Mr. Trollop has gone over to the pirates.

It is probably a canard. Mr. Trollop has all along been the bravest and

most efficient champion of virtue and the people against the bill, and

the report is without doubt a shameless invention."

Next day:

"With characteristic treachery, the truckling and pusillanimous reptile,

Crippled-Speech Trollop, has gone over to the enemy. It is contended,

now, that he has been a friend to the bill, in secret, since the day it

was introduced, and has had bankable reasons for being so; but he himself

declares that he has gone over because the malignant persecution of the

bill by the newspapers caused him to study its provisions with more care

than he had previously done, and this close examination revealed the fact

that the measure is one in every way worthy of support. (Pretty thin!)

It cannot be denied that this desertion has had a damaging effect. Jex

and Fluke have returned to their iniquitous allegiance, with six or eight

others of lesser calibre, and it is reported and believed that Tubbs and

Huffy are ready to go back. It is feared that the University swindle is

stronger to-day than it has ever been before."

Later-midnight:

"It is said that the committee will report the bill back to-morrow. Both

sides are marshaling their forces, and the fight on this bill is

evidently going to be the hottest of the session.--All Washington is

boiling."

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