his conversational gifts, his self-assurance and brilliancy.  Once she said that there was a right and wrong about everything.  And when Douglas glanced up at her quickly, her eyes fixed him steadily.  Douglas took up this challenge by saying:  “Yes, but who is to decide what is right and what is wrong; or what is to decide it?  The progress of the country or the opinions of fanatics?” “The minds of big men,” retorted Miss Walker.  “And since you have spoken of a great territory for the United States let me bespeak big men for it instead.  Persia you know was a big country.”  “Why make the two inconsistent?” asked Douglas.  “You can have both.”  “No, not where you make material progress the never-ending thought of every one.”

Mr. Williams had many things on his mind, that was apparent.  His haste in eating, his self-absorption showed that.  Yet after breakfast he lingered for half an hour; and during this time Miss Walker, who had noticed me no more up to now than as one of the persons at the table, came to a seat near me in the living room.  She was lovely to look at, but in a way half prim.  The whiteness of her forehead, the fineness of her hands, her air of clear and quick intellectuality, made her a person to inspire something of deference.  And yet I felt myself captivated by her.  Surely in every thinking man’s heart there is a biological groping toward a woman of mind.  Shadowy forms rise undistinguished before him.  They are the children that such a woman can bear.  He does not know that this is the urge; but nature knows.  On Miss Walker’s part, I saw her appraising me.  She had come west where life was luxuriant and the accidents of fortune abundant and men were strong.  She had now overstayed her visit with Mrs. Williams.  Was to-day her day of destiny?  Here before her were the rising statesman of Illinois and a man who had increased a fortune.

She was coming to Springfield shortly to visit.  Would I be there?  Did I know the Ridgeway family there, of which Edward Ridgeway, the founder, had been prominent in the affairs of Illinois, now dead some five years?  If I came to Springfield she would be glad to have me call upon her.  Well, perhaps she liked me and did not like Douglas after all.  Was I drawn to her?  I felt some definite interest in her, that was sure.  But I was not forgetting Dorothy.  Dorothy could not be obscured by a light as white as Miss Walker’s.  And yet I had to confess that I was thinking of Miss Walker in a half serious way.

CHAPTER XXIV

Douglas’ hard campaign was ended when we arrived in Springfield.  His humorous remark was that he had the constitution of the United States.  He was never so wholly fatigued that a drink or a meal would not pull him up to a zest and a capacity for a further task.  A little sleep restored him to a new exuberance.  Truly, he was one of the most vital men who come into the world for a restless career.