The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories.

The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories.

We of the North poke fun at the South for its fondness of titles —­a fondness for titles pure and simple, regardless of whether they are genuine or pinchbeck.  We forget that whatever a Southerner likes the rest of the human race likes, and that there is no law of predilection lodged in one people that is absent from another people.  There is no variety in the human race.  We are all children, all children of the one Adam, and we love toys.  We can soon acquire that Southern disease if some one will give it a start.  It already has a start, in fact.  I have been personally acquainted with over eighty-four thousand persons who, at one time or another in their lives, have served for a year or two on the staffs of our multitudinous governors, and through that fatality have been generals temporarily, and colonels temporarily, and judge-advocates temporarily; but I have known only nine among them who could be hired to let the title go when it ceased to be legitimate.  I know thousands and thousands of governors who ceased to be governors away back in the last century; but I am acquainted with only three who would answer your letter if you failed to call them “Governor” in it.  I know acres and acres of men who have done time in a legislature in prehistoric days, but among them is not half an acre whose resentment you would not raise if you addressed them as “Mr.” instead of “Hon.”  The first thing a legislature does is to convene in an impressive legislative attitude, and get itself photographed.  Each member frames his copy and takes it to the woods and hangs it up in the most aggressively conspicuous place in his house; and if you visit the house and fail to inquire what that accumulation is, the conversation will be brought around to it by that aforetime legislator, and he will show you a figure in it which in the course of years he has almost obliterated with the smut of his finger-marks, and say with a solemn joy, “It’s me!”

Have you ever seen a country Congressman enter the hotel breakfast-room in Washington with his letters?—­and sit at his table and let on to read them?—­and wrinkle his brows and frown statesman-like? —­keeping a furtive watch-out over his glasses all the while to see if he is being observed and admired?—­those same old letters which he fetches in every morning?  Have you seen it?  Have you seen him show off?  It is the sight of the national capital.  Except one; a pathetic one.  That is the ex-Congressman:  the poor fellow whose life has been ruined by a two-year taste of glory and of fictitious consequence; who has been superseded, and ought to take his heartbreak home and hide it, but cannot tear himself away from the scene of his lost little grandeur; and so he lingers, and still lingers, year after year, unconsidered, sometimes snubbed, ashamed of his fallen estate, and valiantly trying to look otherwise; dreary and depressed, but counterfeiting breeziness and gaiety, hailing with chummy familiarity, which is not always welcomed, the more-fortunes who are still in place and were once his mates.  Have you seen him?  He clings piteously to the one little shred that is left of his departed distinction—­the “privilege of the floor”; and works it hard and gets what he can out of it.  That is the saddest figure I know of.

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