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shaken by violent bursts of coughing which caused him to reach toward
one of the pillars for support。
As the last of the lights went out in the Garden； the speaker of the
evening and three of his friends came laughing and talking down the long
corridor。 Senator Stanton was a conspicuous figure at any time； and even
in those places where his portraits had not penetrated he was at once
recognized as a personage。 Something in his erect carriage and an
unusual grace of movement； and the power and success in his face； made
men turn to look at him。 He had been told that he resembled the early
portraits of Henry Clay； and he had never quite forgotten the coincidence。
The senator was wrapping the collar of his fur coat around his throat
and puffing contentedly at a fresh cigar； and as he passed； the night
watchman and the ushers bowed to the great man and stood looking after
him with the half…humorous； half…envious deference that the American
voter pays to the successful politician。 At the sidewalk； the policemen
hurried to open the door of his carriage and in their eagerness made a
double line； through which he passed nodding to them gravely。 The
young man who had stood so long in waiting pushed his way through the
line to his side。
〃Senator Stanton；〃 he began timidly； 〃might I speak to you a moment？
My name is Arkwright； I am just back from Cuba； and I want to thank you
for your speech。 I am an American； and I thank God that I am since you
are too； sir。 No one has said anything since the war began that compares
with what you said to… night。 You put it nobly； and I know； for I've been
there for three years； only I can't make other people understand it； and I
am thankful that some one can。 You'll forgive my stopping you； sir； but I
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wanted to thank you。 I feel it very much。〃
Senator Stanton's friends had already seated themselves in his carriage
and were looking out of the door and smiling with mock patience。 But
the senator made no move to follow them。 Though they were his
admirers they were sometimes skeptical； and he was not sorry that they
should hear this uninvited tribute。 So he made a pretence of buttoning
his long coat about him； and nodded encouragingly to Arkwright to
continue。 〃I'm glad you liked it； sir；〃 he said with the pleasant； gracious
smile that had won him a friend wherever it had won him a vote。 〃It is
very satisfactory to know from one who is well informed on the subject
that what I have said is correct。 The situation there is truly terrible。 You
have just returned； you say？ Where were youin Havana？〃
〃No； in the other provinces； sir；〃 Arkwright answered。 〃I have been
all over the island； I am a civil engineer。 The truth has not been half told
about Cuba； I assure you； sir。 It is massacre there； not war。 It is partly
so through ignorance； but nevertheless it is massacre。 And what makes it
worse is； that it is the massacre of the innocents。 That is what I liked best
of what you said in that great speech； the part about the women and
children。〃
He reached out his hands detainingly； and then drew back as though in
apology for having already kept the great man so long waiting in the cold。
〃I wish I could tell you some of the terrible things I have seen；〃 he began
again； eagerly as Stanton made no movement to depart。 〃They are much
worse than those you instanced to…night； and you could make so much
better use of them than any one else。 I have seen starving women
nursing dead babies； and sometimes starving babies sucking their dead
mother's breasts； I have seen men cut down in the open roads and while
digging in the fieldsand two hundred women imprisoned in one room
without food and eaten with small…pox； and huts burned while the people
in them slept〃
The young man had been speaking impetuously； but he stopped as
suddenly； for the senator was not listening to him。 He had lowered his
eyes and was looking with a glance of mingled fascination and disgust at
Arkwright's hands。 In his earnestness the young man had stretched them
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out； and as they showed behind the line of his ragged sleeves the others
could see； even in the blurred light and falling snow； that the wrists of each
hand were gashed and cut in dark…brown lines like the skin of a mulatto；
and in places were a raw red； where the fresh skin had but just closed over。
The young man paused and stood shivering； still holding his hands out
rigidly before him。
The senator raised his eyes slowly and drew away。
〃What is that？〃 he said in a low voice； pointing with a gloved finger at
the black lines on the wrists。
A sergeant in the group of policemen who had closed around the
speakers answered him promptly from his profound fund of professional
knowledge。
〃That's handcuffs； senator；〃 he said importantly； and glanced at Stanton
as though to signify that at a word from him he would take this suspicious
character into custody。 The young man pulled the frayed cuffs of his
shirt over his wrists and tucked his hands； which the cold had frozen into
an ashy blue； under his armpits to warm them。
〃No； they don't use handcuffs in the field；〃 he said in the same low；
eager tone； 〃they use ropes and leather thongs； they fastened me behind a
horse and when he stumbled going down the trail it jerked me forward and
the cords would tighten and tear the flesh。 But they have had a long time
to heal now。 I have been eight months in prison。〃
The young men at the carriage window had ceased smiling and were
listening intently。 One of them stepped out and stood beside the carriage
door looking down at the shivering figure before him with a close and
curious scrutiny。
〃Eight months in prison！〃 echoed the police sergeant with a note of
triumph； 〃what did I tell you？〃
〃Hold your tongue！〃 said the young man at the carriage door。