Gulmore, The Boss | Page 2

when he had warmed 'em up he went
bald-headed for me. He told 'em--you ken read it all in the
'Tribune'--that this town was run by a ring, an' not run honestly;
contracts were given only to members of the Republican party; all
appointments were made by the ring, and never accordin' to ability--as

if sich a ring could last ten years. He ended up by saying, though he
was a Republican, as his father is, he intended to vote Democratic--he's
domiciled here--as a protest against the impure and corrupt
Boss-system which was disgracin' American political life. Twas baby
talk. But it's like this. The buildin' of the branch line South has brought
a lot of Irish here--they're all Democrats--and there's quite a number of
Mugwumps, an' if this Professor goes about workin' them all up--what
with the flannel-mouths and the rest--it might be a close finish. I'm sure
to win, but if I could get some information about him, it would help me.
His father's all right. We've got him down to a fine point. Prentiss, the
man I made editor of the 'Herald,' knows him well; ken tell us why he
left Kaintucky to come West. But I want to know somethin' about the
Professor, jest to teach him to mind his own business, and leave other
folk to attend to theirs. Ken you help me? Is he popular with the
students and professors?"
She thought intently, while the colour rose in her cheeks; she was eager
to help.
"With the students, yes. There's nothing to be done there. The
professors--I don't think they like him much; he is too clever. When he
came into the class-room and talked Latin to Johnson, the Professor of
Latin, and Johnson could only stammer out a word or two, I guess he
didn't make a friend;" and the girl laughed at the recollection.
"I don't know anything else that could be brought against him. They say
he is an Atheist. Would that be any use? He gave a lecture on 'Culture
as a Creed' about three months ago which made some folk mad. The
other professors are Christians, and, of course, all the preachers took it
up. He compared Buddha with Christ, and said--oh, I remember!--that
Shakespeare was the Old Testament of the English-speaking peoples.
That caused some talk; they all believe in the Bible. He said, too, that
'Shakespeare was inspired in a far higher sense than St. Paul, who was
thin and hard, a logic-loving bigot.' And President Campbell--he's a
Presbyterian--preached the Sunday afterwards upon St Paul as the great
missionary of Protestantism. I don't think the professors like him, but I
don't know that they can do anything, for all the students, the senior

ones, at least, are with him," and the girl paused, and tried to find out
from her father's face whether what she had said was likely to be of
service.
"Wall! I don't go much on them things myself, but I guess somethin'
ken be done. I'll see Prentiss about it: send him to interview this
President Campbell, and wake him up to a sense of his duty. This is a
Christian country, I reckon," the grey eyes twinkled, "and those who
teach the young should teach them Christian principles, or else--get out.
I guess it ken be worked. The University's a State institution. You don't
mind if he's fired out, do you?" And the searching eyes probed her with
a glance.
"Oh! I don't mind," she said quickly, in a would-be careless tone, rising
and going towards him, "it has nothing to do with me. He belongs to
May Hutchings--let her help him, if she can. I think you're quite right to
give him a lesson--he needs one badly. What right has he to come and
attack you?" She had passed to her father's side, and was leaning
against his shoulder. Those grey eyes saw more than she cared to reveal;
they made her uncomfortable.
"Then I understand it's like this. You want him to get a real lesson? Is
that it? You ken talk straight to me, Ida. I'm with you every time. You
know that."
The feminine instinct of concealment worked in her, but she knew this
father of hers would have plain speech, and some hidden feeling forced
her violent temper to an outburst of curiously mingled hatred of the
Professor and exultation in her power of injuring him.
"Why, father, it's all the same to me. I've no interest in it, except to help
you. You know I never said a word against him till you asked me. But
he has no business to come down and attack you," and the voice grew
shrill. "It's shameful of him. If he were a man he'd never do it.
Yes--give him a real