“Oh! very well,” he said.  “I thought I was doing you a service, and now I see that it has been love’s labor lost.  In fact, I want you on that committee to serve a little turn for me!”

The country brother looked up with truthful surprise.

“For you, Elk?”

“Yes,” cried the younger, striding up and down the floor with the step of one made decisive by being put at bay; “I want you upon that committee, not only to do me a turn but to do me a benefit; to come to my rescue; to fulfil the expectations of many hard-working months; to make me happy.  Yes, Arthur, to make my fortune!”

Arthur MacNair followed the rapid walk and excited voice of his brother with astonishment.  His small, thin, commonplace face seemed to develop lights and intelligences which were painful to him, the clearer his apprehensions became.  He said, in a quiet, still voice, as if he also were interested now,

“I am afraid I am on the eve of hearing something bad, my brother.  If it must come, let it all come.”

“Arthur MacNair,” said Elk, his voice raised above the ordinary pitch, and the recklessness of an officer in the ardor of battle showing in his working face, quick talk, and rapid gestures, “you are on the eve of hearing something.  In your answer lies my destiny.  I told you I was a lawyer, and had made one hundred and sixty thousand dollars with which I was to buy my way into an attorney’s firm and establish myself in business.  It was true.  I have made that engagement.  My talent and energy are recognized, and the place of which I spoke is waiting for me immediately after my marriage.  The lady who is to be my bride is divided from me by no other consideration than this—­that I have not obtained the one hundred and sixty thousand dollars.”

The Congressman grew paler, and he made an effort to say “Go on,” but his voice was scarcely audible, and Elk MacNair saw that he seemed to be suddenly sick.  With self-reproach the younger brother observed all this, but it was too late for him to falter; the time was too precious.

“Arty,” he said; “oh, my brother, the whole story must be told and the full crisis met.  I am dependent upon you for the price of my happiness; for the hand of my wife; for the key to my fortune; for all that makes the future auspicious and the past clear.  I am not a lawyer, as I have said, in the common sense in which, with modest effort and goodness, you have followed out your career.  I am a lobbyist!”

“I returned from the war flushed with my success, and told on every hand that an immediate and profound prosperity were close before me.  These politicians and speculators around the capital took me by the hand, flattered me, and showed me where my fortune was within my own grasp.  Little by little they led me on, using my reputation and influence to accomplish their ends; and my mode of living, my acquaintances, my expectations, increased with my facilities, until,