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RALPH THE HEIR
believe their wings strong enough for soaring? There might
be shipwreck of course, — but he believed that he now saw
his way. As to the difficulty of speaking in public, — that he
had altogether overcome. Some further education as to facts,
historical and political, might be necessary. That he acknowledged to himself; — but he would not spare himself in his
efforts to acquire such education. He went pacing through
the damp, muddy, dark streets, making speeches that were deliciously eloquent to his own ears. That night he was certainly
the happiest man in Percycross, never doubting his success on
the morrow, — not questioning that. Had not the whole town
greeted him with loudest acclamation as their chosen member? He was deliciously happy; — while poor Sir Thomas was
suffering the double pain of his broken arm and his dissipated
hopes, and Griffenbottom was lying in his bed, with a doctor
on one side and a nurse on the other, hardly able to restrain
himself from cursing all the world in his agony.
At a little after eleven a tall man, buttoned up to his
chin in an old great coat, called at the Percy Standard, and
asked after the health of Mr. Griffenbottom and Sir Thomas.
“They ain’t neither of them very well then,” replied the waiter.
“Will you say that Mr. Moggs called to inquire, with his compliments,” said the tall man. The respect shown to him was
immediately visible. Even the waiter at the Percy Standard
acknowledged that for that day Mr. Moggs must be treated
as a great man in Percycross. After that Moggs walked home
and crept into bed; — but it may be doubted whether he slept
a wink that night.
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And then there came the real day, — the day of the election. It was a foul, rainy, muddy, sloppy morning, without
a glimmer of sun, with that thick, pervading, melancholy atmosphere which forces for the time upon imaginative men
a conviction that nothing is worth anything. Griffenbottom
was in bed in one room at the Percy Standard, and Underwood in the next. The three conservative doctors moving from
one chamber to another, watching each other closely, and
hardly leaving the hotel, had a good time of it. Mr. Trigger
had already remarked that in one respect the breaking of Sir
Thomas’s arm was lucky, because now there would be no difficulty as to paying the doctors out of the common fund. Every
half-hour the state of the poll was brought to them. Early in
the morning Moggs had been in the ascendant. At half-past
nine the numbers were as follows: —
Moggs 193
Westmacott 172
Griffenbottom 162
Underwood 147
At ten, and at half-past ten, Moggs was equally in advance,
but Westmacott had somewhat receded. At noon the numbers
were considerably altered, and were as follows: —
Griffenbottom 892
Moggs 777
Westmacott 752
Underwood 678
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These at least were the numbers as they came from the conservative books. Westmacott was placed nearer to Moggs by
his own tellers. For Moggs no special books were kept. He was
content to abide by the official counting.
Griffenbottom was consulted privately by Trigger and
Mr. Spiveycomb as to what steps should be taken in this
emergency. It was suggested in a whisper that Underwood
should be thrown over altogether. There would be no beating Moggs, — so thought Mr. Spiveycomb, — and unless
an effort were made it might be possible that Westmacott
would creep up. Trigger in his heart considered that it
would be impossible to get enough men at three half-crowns
a piece to bring Sir Thomas up to a winning condition. But
Griffenbottom, now that the fight was forward, was unwilling to give way a foot. “We haven’t polled half the voters,”
said he.
“More than half what we shall poll,” answered Trigger.
“They always hang back,” growled Griffenbottom. “Fight
it out. I don’t believe they’ll ever elect a shoemaker here.”
The order was given, and it was fought out.
Moggs, early in the morning, had been radiant with triumph, when he saw his name at the head of the lists displayed from the two inimical committee rooms. As he walked
the streets, with a chairman on one side of him and a president on the other, it seemed as though his feet almost disdained to touch the mud. These were two happy hours, during which he did not allow himself to doubt of his triumph.
When the presidents and the chairmen spoke to him, he could
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hardly answer them, so rapt was he in contemplation of his
coming greatness. His very soul was full of his seat in Parliament! But when Griffenbottom approached him on the lists,
and then passed him, there came a shadow upon his brow.
He still felt sure of his election, but he would lose that grand
place at the top of the poll to which he had taught himself to
look so proudly. Soon after noon a cruel speech was made to
him. “We’ve about pumped our side dry,” said a secretary of
a Young Men’s Association.
“Do you mean we’ve polled all our friends?” asked Moggs.
“Pretty nearly, Mr. Moggs. You see our men have nothing to wait for, and they came up early.” Then Ontario’s
heart sank within him, and he began to think of the shop in
Bond Street.
The work of that afternoon in Percycross proved how correct Mr. Griffenbottom had been in his judgment. He kept his
place at the top of the poll. It was soon evident that that could
not be shaken. Then Westmacott passed by Moggs, and in
the next half-hour Sir Thomas did so also. This was at two,
when Ontario betook himself to the privacy of his bedroom
at the Cordwainers’ Arms. His pluck left him altogether, and
he found himself unable to face the town as a losing candidate. Then for two hours there was a terrible struggle between Westmacott and Underwood, during which things
were done in the desperation of the moment, as to which it
might be so difficult to give an account, should any subsequent account be required. We all know how hard it is to sacrifice the power of winning, when during the heat of the con-
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test the power of winning is within our reach. At four o’clock
the state of the poll was as follows: —
Griffenbottom 1402
Underwood 1007
Westmacott 984
Moggs 821
When the chairmen and presidents waited upon Moggs,
telling him of the final result, and informing him that he must
come to the hustings and make a speech, they endeavoured to
console him by an assurance that he, and he alone, had fought
the fight fairly. “They’ll both be unseated, you know, as sure as
eggs,” said the president. “It can’t be otherwise. They’ve been
busy up in a little room in Petticoat Court all the afternoon,
and the men have been getting as much as fifteen shillings
a head!” Moggs was not consoled, but he did make his speech.
It was poor and vapid; — but still there was just enough of
manhood left in him for that. As soon as his speech had been
spoken he escaped up to London by the night mail train. Westmacott also spoke; but announcement was made on behalf of
the members of the borough that they were, both of them, in
their beds.

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