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1、【英文文学】A Political RomanceChapter 1 The Nominee The huge convention-hall still rang with the thunders of applause, and most of the delegates were on their feet shouting or waving their hats, when Harley slipped from his desk and made his way quietly to the little side-door leading from the stage. It

2、was all over now but the noise; after a long and desperate fight Grayson, a young lawyer, with little more than a local reputation, had been nominated by his party for the Presidency of the United States, and Harley, alert, eager, and fond of dramatic effects, intended to be the first who should tel

3、l him the surprising fact. He paused a moment, with his hand on the door, and, looking out upon the hall with its multitude of hot, excited faces, ran quickly over the events of the last three or four days. Ten thousand people had sat there, hour after hour, waiting for the result, and now the resul

4、t had come. The rival parties had entered their conventions, full of doubt and apprehension. There was a singular dearth of great men; the old ones were all dead or disabled, and the new ones had not appeared; the nation was conscious, too, of a new feeling, and all were bound to recognize it; the s

5、ense of dependency upon the Old World in certain matters which applied to the mental state rather than anything material was almost gone; the democracy had grown more democratic and the republic was more republican; within the nation itself the West was taking a greater prominence, and the East did

6、not begrudge it. It was felt by everybody in either party that it would be wiser to nominate a Western man, and, the first having done so, the second, as all knew it must, now followed the good example. Moreover, both conventions had nominated dark horses, but the second nominee was the darker of th

7、e two. James Madison Grayson, affectionately called Jimmy Grayson by his neighbors and admirers, was quite young, without a gray hair in his head, tall, powerfully built, smooth-shaven, and with honest eyes that gazed straight into yours. He was known as a brave man, with fine oratorical powers and

8、a winning personality, but he had come to the convention merely as a delegate, and without any thought of securing the nomination for himself. Not a single vote had been instructed for him, but in that lay his opportunity. All the conspicuous candidates were weak; good men in themselves, a solid pol

9、itical objection could be raised against every one of them, and for a while the voting was scattered and desultory. Then Grayson began to attract attention; as a delegate he had spoken two or three times, always briefly, but with grace and to the point, and the people were glad both to see him and t

10、o hear him. At last a far-sighted old man from the same state knew that the moment had come when the convention, staggering about in the dark, could be led easily along any road that seemed the path of light. He mentioned the name of Grayson, putting it forward mildly as a suggestion that he would w

11、ithdraw at the first opposition, but his very mildness warded off attack. Received rather lightly at first, the suggestion soon made a strong appeal to the delegates. Nothing could be urged against Grayson; he was quite young, it was true, but youth was needed to make a great campaign-the odds were

12、heavily in favor of the other party. Nor were there lacking those who, expecting defeat, said that a young man could bear it better than an old one, and a beating now might train him for a victory four years hence. Grayson himself was surprised when he heard the report, nor could he ever be convince

13、d that he would be nominated; he regarded the whole thing as absurd, a few votes, no more, might be cast for him, but, as was fit and decent, he withdrew from the hall. All those whose names were before the convention were expected to remain at home or elsewhere in the city, and Jimmy Grayson and hi

14、s wife stayed quietly in their rooms at the hotel. Harley had believed this evening that the nomination of Grayson was at hand. It was an intuitive sense, a sort of premonition that the battalions were closing in for the final conflict, and he did not doubt the result. He had just returned from a wa

15、r on the other side of the world, where he had been present as the correspondent of a great New York journal on many battle-fields, and he often noticed this strained, breathless feeling that the moment had come, just before the combat was joined. Now this convention-hall was none the less a battle-

16、field though the weapons were ballots, not bullets, and Harley believed in his intuition. At midnight the flood-tide swept in, bearing Grayson on its crest, and, when they saw that he was the man, everybody flocked to him, making the nomination unanimous by a rising vote. Harley now stood a moment a

17、t the door, listening to the cheers as they swelled again, then he stepped out and ran swiftly down the street. A fat policeman, taking him for a fleeing pickpocket, shouted to him to stop, but he flitted by and was gone. It was only two or three blocks to the hotel, where Mr. Grayson sat quietly in

18、 his room, and Harley was running swiftly, but in the minute or two that elapsed much passed through his mind. After his long stay abroad he had returned with a renewed sense, not alone of the power and might of his own country, but also of its goodness; it was here, and here alone, that all careers

19、 were open to all; nowhere else in the world could a relatively obscure young lawyer have been put forward, and peacefully, too, for the headship of ninety million people. It was this thought that thrilled him, and it was why he wished to be the first who should tell the young lawyer of it. He had m

20、ade the acquaintance of Jimmy Grayson the day before; the two had talked for a while about public questions, and each had felt that it was the beginning of a friendship, so he had no hesitation now in making himself an unannounced herald. He ran into the hotel, darted up the stairway-Jimmy Graysons

21、rooms were on the first floor-and knocked at the door of the nominee. A light shone from the transom, and he heard a quick, strong step approaching. Then the door was thrown open by Mr. Grayson himself, and Mrs. Grayson, who stood in the centre of the room, looked with inquiry at the correspondent.

22、Why, Mr. Harley, Im glad to see you, said Mr. Grayson, with a welcoming tone in his voice. Come in, but I warn you that you cannot interview me any further Im not worth it; Ive told you all I know. Harley said nothing, but stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He saw that they yet knew

23、 nothing-there had been no messenger, no telephone call, and the news was his to tell. He bowed to Mrs. Grayson, and then he felt a moment of embarrassment, but his long experience and natural poise came quickly to his aid. I do want to interview you, Mr. Grayson, he said, quietly; and it is upon a

24、subject to which we did not allude in our former talk. Mr. Grayson glanced at his wife, and her look, replying to his, indicated the same puzzling state. Both knew that the chief correspondent of one of the greatest journals in the world would not leave a Presidential convention in the hour of birth

25、 to secure an irrelevant interview. If I can serve you, Mr. Harley, I shall be glad to do so, said Jimmy Grayson, somewhat dryly; but I really do not see how I can. I am quite sure that you can, said Harley, with emphasis. He listened a moment, but he did not hear any step in the hall nor the jingli

26、ng of any telephone bell. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grayson waited expectantly, curious to see what he had in mind. If you were to be nominated for the Presidency, I should like to tell the _Gazette_ what your programme would be-that is, what sort of a campaign you would conduct, said Harley, deliberately.

27、Mr. Grayson laughed and glanced again at his wife. It is a wise rule for a man in public life never to answer hypothetical questions; of that I am sure, Mr. Harley, he said. I am sure of it, too, said Harley. Jimmy Grayson bit his lip. It seemed to him that the correspondent would make a jest, and t

28、he hour was unfitting. I shall answer your question when I am nominated, he said. Then you will answer it now, said Harley. A sudden flush passed over Mr. Graysons face and left it white. Mrs. Grayson trembled and glanced again at her husband, still in a puzzled state. Your meaning is not clear, Mr.

29、 Harley, he said. It should be. When I left the convention-hall, two minutes ago, they had just made the nomination unanimous. I wished to be the first to tell the news, and I have had my wish. The eyes of the nominee looked straight into those of Harley, but the correspondent did not flinch. It was

30、 obvious that he was telling the truth. The notifying committee will be here in a few minutes, he said. Ah, I hear their step on the stair now. The tread of men walking quickly and the sound of voices raised in eagerness came to the room. The powerful figure of Jimmy Grayson trembled slightly, then

31、grew rigid. I did not dream of it, he said, as if to himself; nor have I now sought to take it from others. Nor have you done so, said Harley, boldly; because it belonged to no man. Mrs. Grayson stepped forward, as if in fear that her husband was about to be taken from her, because at that moment th

32、e volume of the voices and the trampling increased and paused at her door. Then the crowd poured into the room and hailed the victor. Harley slipped to one side, and no one in the committee knew that the nominee had been notified already, but the correspondent never ceased to watch Jimmy Grayson. He

33、 saw how the nature of the man rose to the great responsibility that had been put upon him, how he nerved himself for his mighty task. He stood among them all, cool, dignified, and ready. Harley was proud that this was one of his countrymen, and when his last despatch was filed that night he wired t

34、o his editor in New York: Please send me on the campaign with Grayson. I think it is going to be a great one. And back came the answer: Stay with him until it is all over, election night. The eyes of Harley, like those of so many of his countrymen, had always been turned eastward. To him New York wa

35、s the ultimate expression of America, and beyond the great city lay the influence of Europe, of that Old World to which belonged the most of art and literature. The books that he read were written chiefly by Europeans, and the remainder by the men of New England and New York. He had never put it int

36、o so many words, even mentally, but he had a definite impression that the great world of affairs was composed of central and western Europe and a half-dozen Northern coast states of the American Union; beyond this centre of light lay a shadow land, growing darker as the distance from the central ray

37、s increased, inhabited by people, worthy no doubt, but merely forming a chorus for those who had the speaking parts. The course of Harleys life confirmed him in this opinion, which perhaps was due more to literature than to anything else. With his eyes fixed on New York, the desire to go there follo

38、wed, and when he succeeded, early, and became the correspondent of a great journal, he was soon immersed in the affairs of that world which seemed the world of action to him; and, being so much occupied thus, he forgot the regions which apparently lay in the shadow, including the greater portion of

39、his own country. Hence the two great Presidential conventions, in each of which Western influences were paramount, and in each of which a Western man was chosen, created upon him a new and surprising impression. He found himself in the presence of unexpected forces; he became aware that there was an

40、other way of looking at things, and this powerful sensation was deepened by the personality of Mr. Grayson, in whom he saw intuitively that there was something fresh, original, and strong; he seemed less hackneyed and more joyous than the types that he found in the old states of the Union or the Old

41、 World, and, because of this, the interest of Harley, whose mind had a singularly keen and inquiring quality, was aroused; the regions that apparently lay in the shadow might have enough light, after all, and, seeing before him a campaign not less exciting than a war, he resolved to stay in it until

42、 the last battle was fought. He took out the telegram from his editor and read it over again with keen satisfaction. Out of one war and into another, he murmured. The conventions had been held early; it was now only the first week in June, and the election would be in the first week of November; bef

43、ore him lay five months of stress and perhaps storm, but he thought of it only with pleasure. Harley always travelled light, carrying only two valises, and an hour sufficed for his packing. Then, like the old campaigner that he was, he slept soundly, and early the next morning he went again to the h

44、otel at which the Graysons were staying. He felt a little hesitation in sending up a card so soon, knowing what swarms of people Mr. Grayson had been compelled to receive and how badly he must stand in need of rest, but there was no help for it. While he sat in the huge lobby waiting the return of t

45、he boy, the hum of many voices about him rose almost to a roar, varied by the rustling of many newspapers. The place was filled with men, talking over the thrilling events of the night before, the nomination and the nominee, while every newspaper bore upon its front page a great picture of the new c

46、andidate. The boy came back with a message that Mr. Grayson would see him; and Harley, a minute later, was knocking at the door, which the candidate himself opened. This man, who was his own usher, was the nominee of a great party, he might become the President of the United States-of ninety million

47、 people, of what was in nearly every material sense the first power in the world; and yet Harley, when in Europe, seeking information from the youngest and least _attache_ of a legation, had been compelled to go through an infinite amount of form and flummery. The contrast was lasting. Come in, said

48、 Mr. Grayson, courteously, and Harley at once acted upon the invitation. Mrs. Grayson, at the same moment, came from the inner room, quiet and self-contained, and Harley bowed with respect. I dare say there is nothing you wish to ask me which a lady should not hear, said Mr. Grayson, with a slight s

49、mile. Mrs. Grayson is my chief political adviser. It is no secret, replied Harley, also smiling. I have merely come to tell you that the _Gazette_, my paper, has instructed me to keep watch over you from now until election night, and to describe at once and at great length for its readers every one of your wicked deeds. So I am here to tell you th