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CODE POLITICS
CODE POLITICS
Campaigns and Cultures on the Canadian Prairies
Jared J. Wesley
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Foreword
NELSON WISEMAN
causal arrow between institutions and society, of course, points both ways:
governments and political parties reflect and shape their societies just as
those societies inform the idiomatic language adopted by political parties,
leaders, and governments in search of popularity. Ideally positioned for the
task, political scientists appreciate how provincial governments and the
parties and leaders who command them are not merely epiphenomena of
their societies or echoes of their cultures. Once formed, governments use
their jurisdictional supremacy and their institutional infrastructures – laws,
bureaucracies, cabinets, budgets – to affirm their autonomy, assert their au-
thority, and embed their status in the minds of their populace. At the same
time, to be successful, political parties must advantageously lever the dis-
tinctive symbols and characteristic vocabularies of their provinces. In
tracing the interconnected and interwoven circular relationship between
agency – what people and parties say and do – and structure, Jared Wesley
underscores agency as his central point.
The literatures on Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta suffer no dearth
of treatment of their political personalities, social and economic forces, and
the dynamics of election campaigns. Most of the available analyses are
specific to a province. Wesley’s salutary contribution is to disentangle in a
comparative perspective the “Prairie paradox” of the three provinces whose
partisan traditions differ so dramatically. He presents leaders and party
manifestos as moulders of the “public mood,” focusing on party platforms
rather than on personalities, social forces, or campaign dynamics. Success-
ful leaders and parties harness, direct, and redirect existing elements in the
political culture. Wesley systematically searches out, identifies, and exposes
the key values that have driven politics in each of the provinces. No simple
enterprise; he brings a nuanced disposition and a sophisticated approach to
the undertaking.
To decipher the differences among the structures of competition in the
Prairie provincial party systems, Wesley grapples with the ideational en-
vironment of politics. His measured and rhythmic analysis coherently and
cogently deploys the language of “codes” to highlight the individual prov-
inces’ contrasting partisan and ideological traditions. He demonstrates how
the lexicon of Prairie politics varies among the three provinces to enrich our
understanding of each province’s distinctive political discourse. An example
is the dissimilarity of the quite different utopian visions of the ideal society
that have informed successful parties’ campaigns in Alberta and Saskatch-
ewan. Those visions, in turn, are contrasted with a political code that offers
relative moderation and temperance – that conveyed by Manitoba’s parties.
Foreword xi
The broad terms and ideas Wesley spots, such as “freedom,” “security,” and
“moderation,” of course, are notoriously elastic, but he deftly traces their
deployment over the decades.
Wesley’s survey of the political codes of the Prairies since the 1930s cov-
ers substantial ground. It offers some potent comparative insights regarding,
for example, the penchant of Alberta’s dominant parties to locate their op-
position as outsiders, the tendency of Saskatchewan’s successful regimes to
internalize within their province their community’s conflicts, and the ability
and preference of Manitoba’s major parties to minimize their ideological
tensions.
Wesley illustrates the sustained thrusts of the particular provincial pol-
itical codes while dissecting the broad rhetorical themes of successful par-
ties’ platforms regardless of their temporal context. The adoption of these
codes and their cross-generational transmission has not precluded their
adaptation to changing conditions. Weaving together primary and second-
ary sources, Wesley buttresses his ideational framework with archival ma-
terials to explain why parties have won power and lost it. To his credit, he
appreciates that alternative explanations are possible and many additional
factors in addition to a community’s political norms are at play. He offers
readers a suggestive thesis and is not insistent about causality for he under-
stands well that codes are flexible, contingent factors that are always at play,
and that any mechanical, path-dependent analysis is limited. Skilfully or-
ganized, well-written, and demonstrating scholarly competence and intel-
lectual agility, Wesley’s account marshals the evidence of his research
findings clearly, intelligibly, and logically to draw his conclusions.
This book contributes to demystifying the Prairie paradox of geographic-
ally adjacent provinces whose residents have such different subjective polit-
ical proclivities. Those dispositions are yoked to particular worldviews of
the nature of society and the proper role of government. The variety and
persistence of ideologically distinctive Prairie political creeds has rendered
the Prairies as a fertile region of the mind and the launch pad for so many
political parties – the Progressives, the CCF, Social Credit, and Reform –
that have burst forth from the region onto the broader national stage.
Acknowledgments
Political Culture
For decades, scholars have struggled to define political culture, a term that
has been called popular, seductive, and controversial (Elkins and Simeon
4 Introduction
1979, 127-28). The concept itself is by no means novel. In writing about the
differences between the customs, mores, and habits of nineteenth-century
Americans and Europeans, Alexis de Tocqueville was one of the first mod-
ern students of political culture. According to his account of democracy in
America (1988 [1848], 434), “for society to exist, and even more, for society
to prosper, it is essential that all the minds of the citizens should always be
rallied and held together by some leading ideas; and that could never hap-
pen unless each of them sometimes came to draw his opinions from the
same source and was ready to accept some belief ready made.” Since that
time, political culture has come to be associated with a wide range of topics,
from political values and ideology to national character or “civic religion.”
Indeed, a survey of the literature in anthropology, sociology, history, and
political science reveals a bewildering number of definitions (for reviews,
see Chilton 1988; Harrison 2000; Formisano 2001; Johnson 2003).
Based on the core conceptualization of the term, however, the present
study treats political culture as a set of common political values and as-
sumptions that underpin a given political system.1 Political culture is a col-
lection of often unspoken assumptions and axioms that remain buried
barely below the surface of political life in a given community (Bell and
Tepperman 1979, 5). Defining political culture as a series of subjective pro-
pensities distinguishes it from the more explicit and contested ideology
(Almond and Powell 1966, 24). What makes studying political culture so
challenging is that there is no single book or tract, author or philosopher to
which students may turn to find a definition of a community’s culture. In-
deed, a polity’s guiding values are embodied in its shared rituals and sym-
bols, entrenched in its institutions, echoed in the attitudes of its residents,
reflected in the behaviour of its political actors, and illustrated in its general
style of politics (Elazar 1994, 9; Hofstadter 1966). This fact has challenged
analysts to discern ways of measuring a community’s political culture.
To some, political culture is little more than a prevailing political ideol-
ogy – one shared by, or at least one that governs, the political life of the
community (see Kornberg, Mishler, and Clarke 1982, 53-58; Wilson 1992).
The relationship between political culture and ideology is more complicat-
ed, however. Although there may be parallels between a particular ideology
and a given political culture – for instance, Alberta’s political culture is often
labelled conservative, Saskatchewan’s, socially democratic – the two con-
cepts are not conceptually synonymous. As Bell suggests, “From the outset,
political culture was intended as a broader concept with wider application
than ideology. Political culture involves the study of all segments of society,
Cultures, Campaigns, and Codes 5
including members of the general public whose ideas about politics are in-
sufficiently coherent and programmatic to be called ideological. Moreover a
single political culture could comprise several ideologies” (Bell 2000, 279).
Along these lines, Wiseman (2007, 13-14) captures the primary distinction
between cultures and ideologies: “Ideologies or political philosophies may
be defined, dissected and debated at a metaphysical level without reference
to a specific group, society, or nation. Culture is no less a mental construct
than is ideology. It, however, cannot be explored solely on a theoretical
plane, for it refers to real and specific groups, societies or nations.”
In addition to being a prism through which outsiders view a given soci-
ety, political culture is a lens through which a specific community views it-
self and the world around it (Laitin 1986, 12-17; Merelman 1991, 53). The
culture helps to identify problems or challenges, and it defines the limits of
acceptability in terms of their solutions (Edelman 1964, 31-41; Wilson 1992,
11). In other words, “If a person acts on the assumptions which are widely
shared in his collectivity, he will ‘pass’ as a legitimate political actor. An ‘out-
sider’ who holds quite different views on the nature of the political game, on
proper modes of conduct, and on goals and strategies will be identifiable as
a deviant; he will not ‘pass’” (Elkins and Simeon 1979, 127-28).
This holistic definition of political culture varies from several others in
the discipline, most notably that of the psycho-cultural or Civic Culture
school (for reviews of this distinction, see Stewart 2002; Bell 2000; Merel-
man 1991, 36-58). Headmasters Almond and Verba (1963, 1980) define a
political culture in terms of its residents’ cognitive, affective, and evaluative
orientations toward the political system. To them, culture is an aggregation
or average of individuals’ beliefs and opinions (Verba 1980, 402). Because
different patterns of orientations exist cross-nationally, a particular type of
political culture does not coincide strictly with any single, given political
system (Almond 1956, 396). (Civic, parochial, participant, and other types
of culture exist throughout the world, for instance.)
Despite the popularity of the psycho-cultural understanding of political
culture (Stewart 2002, 26), a different theoretical approach is presented in
this study for several reasons. First, as Durkheim argues, culture is more
than simply the sum of individual predispositions; rather, it lies in the
broader social structure – what he terms the conscience collectif of a society
or the “repository of common sentiments, a well-spring from which individ-
ual conscience draws its moral sustenance” (Durkheim 1965 [1897], 16). By
the same token, a community’s political culture – by definition, its shared
values and norms – is more than a simple aggregation of individuals’ beliefs
6 Introduction
or behaviours (Pye 1973, 72; Clark 1962, 214). Many feel Almond and Verba
fall victim to false aggregation, reductionism, or the individualistic fallacy
(Formisano 2001; Scheuch 1968). Just as researchers cannot use macro-
level data (e.g., census statistics) to make valid inferences about micro-level
actors (e.g., individual residents of a census district), they cannot do the re-
verse. In short, as Johnson (2003, 99) argues, analysts “gain little by treating
the distribution of ‘orientations’ among a population as ‘political culture’
rather than, for example, simply as a ‘mass belief system’ or, more prosaically
still, as ‘public opinion.’”
Second, political culture is less transitory than public opinion (Bell and
Tepperman 1979, 4-5). Just as descriptions of the weather offer us only lim-
ited glimpses into the climate of a particular community, one-off surveys of
individual residents offer us only momentary glimpses of a community’s be-
liefs and orientations. Wiseman (1986, 31) concurs, noting that the defin-
ition of culture as an aggregation of individual attitudes misconstrues the
term’s true meaning, which is fundamentally cross-generational.
For these reasons, the present study takes a more holistic approach to
political culture. This is not to say that Almond and Verba’s approach is en-
tirely invalid. Although it may be misused as an indicator, their methodol-
ogy is valuable in terms of measuring the reflection of political culture in
individual attitudes (Rosenbaum 1975, 121-28). As it is defined in this book,
however, political culture has less in common with the social psychology of
individuals than the historical analysis of communities (Shiry 1978, 51).
The macroscopic approach used in this study carries with it some dis-
advantages. Critics have a valid point when they suggest it emphasizes cul-
tural exceptionalism rather than true comparison. By analyzing the unique
values and beliefs that distinguish Alberta from Saskatchewan and Mani-
toba, for instance, analysts may gloss over many important commonalities
among its residents, not to mention diversity among them (Ellis and Coyle
1994, 2). Others are correct to note the tautology involved in many studies
of political culture cum community character. If culture can be found in
everything, it explains nothing (Harrison 2000, xv). Given these potential
pitfalls, it is tempting to abandon the study of political culture altogether
(Stewart 1994a, 5). Yet the persistence of obvious differences in the guiding
value systems of different polities raises important questions for social sci-
entific inquiry. “Accordingly,” writes Stewart (ibid.), “interpretive caution
and methodological pluralism would seem to be the most appropriate ways
to cope with the complexities intrinsic to any political culture analysis.”
Cultures, Campaigns, and Codes 7
The arguments presented in this study do not dispute this view. In fact, it
embraces the notion that political culture is, in many respects, an element
of folklore. That Alberta’s ethos remains conservative even though the prov-
ince hosts the country’s most expansive welfare state; that, despite the dra-
matic transformation of the provincial economy and society from its
wheat-based heritage, Saskatchewan’s style of politics remains rooted in
what Lipset once called agrarian socialism; and that Manitoba’s self-image
of accommodation and conciliation persists in the face of dramatic social
inequalities between its Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal communities – all
of these are indisputable (and, in several respects, unfortunate) ironies of
political life on the Canadian prairies. Yet they are ironies for a reason. They
reveal the true nature of political culture as an abstraction of reality, not a
direct reflection.
Thus, to the extent that prevailing academic wisdom reflects (or even
reinforces) the dominant conception of a community’s ethos, it is actually a
useful measure of political culture. Argument by authority may be an im-
prudent means of establishing empirical facts, but when it comes to defining
norms and values, that authority often conveys the very essence of the cul-
ture we seek to identify. In the strictest sense, then, the following analysis
aims to explain the persistence of the conventionally accepted diversity
among the three Prairie political cultures over time. The legitimacy of this
prevailing wisdom awaits further study.
Political Codes
Understanding the nature of code politics requires an appreciation of the
complex relationship between elite-level codes, mass-level cultures, and
party ideologies. As Friesen (1984a, 32) suggests, “there are tendencies –
patterns of thought and behaviour in any political system.” At the mass so-
cietal level, the tendencies are embodied in the community’s political culture
– its overall psyche. At the elite level, these tendencies form codes of dis-
course among parties and their leaders.2
Although the term code politics may be new to some, the concept is by no
means novel.3 Richard Hofstadter (1957 [1947], viii, ix) refers to the notion
as a community’s political tradition – “a kind of mute organic consistency”
in terms of a society’s elite discourse (see also Friesen 2009; Blair and
McLeod 1987, 1993; Wilson 1992; Verney 1978). To him, political systems
do not foster ideas that are hostile to their fundamental working ar-
rangements. Such ideas may appear, but they are slowly and persistently
Cultures, Campaigns, and Codes 9
provides them with a set of shared symbols around which to build social
cohesion and popular allegiance (Laitin 1986, 15; Cohen 1974). From the
demand side of the equation, then, the code politics model holds
offers brief introductory synopses of the three codes that have existed on
the Canadian prairies over the past seven decades. The parallels between
these codes and their underlying political cultures are obvious.
Thus, the values embedded in each Prairie province’s political culture are
reflected in the dominant discourse of its elites. Alberta’s conservative pol-
itical culture has lived on, in part, through the right-wing rhetoric of the
Socreds and Progressive Conservatives, just as Saskatchewan’s social demo-
cratic ethos persists in the elite code created by the CCF-NDP. By the same
token, the modesty and temperance found in Manitoba’s political culture
resonates in the tenets of moderation promoted by its dominant parties.
The theoretical, methodological, and empirical foundations of these find-
ings are explored in greater detail in the following chapters, as are their
broader implications for Prairie democracy.
By almost any measure, the three Prairie provinces should be more similar
than their cultural distinctions suggest. They are separated not by topo-
graphic, racial, or other “natural” boundaries, but by artificial borders, drawn
arbitrarily along lines of longitude (Archer 1980, 21). Although different in
some important respects, the provinces’ economies have historically shared
a common reliance on natural resource exports. Moreover, throughout
most of their history, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba have all fea-
tured Westminster parliamentary traditions, plurality-based electoral sys-
tems, and other institutional factors commonly used to explain differences
between political communities. Yet, according to common wisdom, Alberta
remains Canada’s most conservative political culture, Saskatchewan its
most socially democratic, and Manitoba its most temperate.
Any account of political culture on the Canadian prairies must begin
with the words of its resident authority, Gerald Friesen. In his classic ac-
count of the topic, Friesen uses a series of metaphors to capture the three
main images of western Canadian culture: the cowboy hat, the jellied salad,
and the eagle feather. Although he applies these descriptions to the region
as a whole, they serve as powerful illustrations of the core differences be-
tween the three provincial political cultures. For instance, Alberta’s political
culture corresponds most closely with what Friesen (1999, 185) has labelled
a ten-gallon-hat view of Prairie society – one imbued with notions of liberty
and nonconformity often associated with the cowboy culture of the West
18 The Prairie Paradox
(see also Barrie 2006; Denis 1995, 91). As Friesen (1999, 185) puts it, “The
ten-gallon hat still represents the freedom of the frontier. Now, however,
freedom is defined by its bearers as the absence of government, reduced
taxes, fewer regulations and survival of the fittest on the open (both contin-
ental and global) range.”
In contrast to Alberta’s cowboy individualism, Saskatchewan’s political
culture may be likened to Friesen’s jellied salad, a staple at the potluck din-
ners and fowl suppers that have characterized rural Prairie life for generations:
The brightly-coloured salads may represent the left. They are not unique to
the West but, as the singer Connie Kaldor reminds us, they did travel from
thousands of western kitchens to decorate the tables of thousands of com-
munity fundraising dinners undertaken by church, school and political
party. If the ten-gallon hat speaks of competition and the individual, this
humble near-vegetable speaks of co-operation, community and equality. It
will never occupy the centre of a national flag, but the jellied salad in church
basement and community hall also contributed to the national medicare
plan. (Friesen 1999, 185)
In one sense, the dish represents the collectivist ethic that pervades com-
munity events at which it is served. In another sense, the recipe for the jel-
lied salad – pieces of fruit and vegetables suspended in a gelatin mould
– symbolizes the gelling together of diverse groups and individuals within
the broader provincial community.
Finally, Friesen’s (1999, 184) third Prairie image, that of the eagle feather,
symbolizes (as it does for some First Nations cultures) the elements of hon-
our, friendship, and diversity that are sometimes associated with the settler
societies of the Canadian west. Discussed below, Manitoba’s political cul-
ture draws on this same spirit of conciliation and accommodation that char-
acterizes normal periods in the province’s politics. Periodic interruptions
have occurred, but the prevailing norms of temperance and tolerance miti-
gate their intensity and duration.
13-15; Pickup et al. 2004, 634; Mann 1955, 3-4; Rennie 2004, xi; Roome
2004, 6; Leadbeater 1984, xi; Pal 1992, 2; Denis 1995, 91; Morton 1967b, 37).
On the first measure, Alberta is said to feature a climate of distrust toward
elites, a penchant for nonconformity, an aversion to pitched partisanship,
and an affinity for the tools of direct democracy (Mann 1955, 3-4; Rennie
2004, xi; Roome 2004, 6; Stewart and Archer 2000, 15). More pejoratively,
some consider these characteristics symptomatic of the province’s “high-
strung, volatile character” (Morton 1967b, 37), or a sign of its redneck (Pal
1992, 2), or roughneck (Denis 1995, 91) heritage. Second, as a community,
Albertans are said to favour rugged, right-wing individualism; laissez-faire
liberalism; entrepreneurship; and fiscal orthodoxy – all qualities that have
contributed to the province’s image as the bastion of Canadian conserva-
tism. Third, a deep-seated sense of western alienation remains a defining
feature of Alberta’s political culture. Nearly all accounts of the province’s
political culture refer to the Alberta government as a guardian of the prov-
incial state and to the premier as “the societal spokesperson for his prov-
ince” (Wiseman 2007, 240; see also Gibbins 1998). Macpherson (1977) and
Elton and Goddard (1979) refer to this as a quasi-colonial mentality that
disparages outside control over Alberta’s economy and society, particularly
by commercial interests in Ontario and Quebec and the federal govern-
ment in Ottawa. All told, according to Mansell (1997, 61-62), “these factors
have tended to produce a population with values more disposed towards
self-reliance, with experience at adjusting to major shifts in external factors,
and a perception that the main threats come from the outside than from
within the province.”
Those familiar with Alberta politics might find inconsistencies between
these cultural traits and the realities of political life in the province (Tupper
and Gibbins 1992, xv; Pickup et al. 2004; Laxer 1995; Stewart and Archer
2000, 44). Yet the common perception of Alberta’s populist, conservative,
alienated political culture endures. Chapter 3 explores one source of this
persistence: dominant party rhetoric has helped to sustain these values in
the face of such dissonance.
remained fast wedded to the old ways in manners and morals” (ibid., 382).
In this sense, Manitoba politics have featured a stronger strain of tradition-
alism than Canada’s other two Prairie provinces (Dyck 1996, 382).
This tendency toward traditionalism is embodied in the province’s polit-
ical culture of modesty and temperance – a shared sense of identity that has
both reflected and shaped the community’s political evolution. Since the
province lost its status as the commercial and transportation gateway to the
Canadian west with the opening of the Panama Canal at the turn of the last
century, Manitobans have adopted a decidedly realistic view of their eco-
nomic and political future. Some regard this political culture as a form of
prudent pragmatism – an unpretentious, unassuming, conciliatory approach
to politics that holds as its principal goal the accommodation of diversity,
the preservation of order and tradition, and the protection of Manitoba’s
median position in Confederation. Others view the province’s culture as a
brand of prudish pessimism – a sign of Manitobans’ quiescence on divisive
issues or reticence on the national stage. Where some see humility and real-
ism in Manitoba’s political culture, others see meekness and resignation.
The notion of temperance has also extended to the realm of federalism,
where links between Winnipeg and Ottawa have been far friendlier than in
other western Canadian capitals (Dyck 1996, 381). Even prior to achieving
provincehood, Manitoba had held a central place in Canadian nation build-
ing, and its founding settlers, elites, and institutions were drawn predomin-
antly from Ontario. As a result of these factors and its historical position as
a have-not province, Manitoba has been more closely tied to central Canada
than Alberta or Saskatchewan (Morton 1967b, 420-21). It has lacked the
oppositional reflex found in the former (Friesen 1999, 9) and, compared
with either of its western neighbours, exhibits the lowest level of provincial
boosterism (see Thomas 1989, 2008).
In sum, Manitoba’s political culture is characterized by two major themes:
modesty and temperance. This conclusion is supported by a recent survey of
prominent Manitoba political, governmental, and economic elites. When
asked to define Manitoba’s political culture, “the interviewees suggested
that Manitoba was a society of conscious conciliation, driven by a keen
sense of what was fair and unfair. They saw the community as remarkable
and its citizens as committed to collective well-being” (Friesen 2010, 33).
One further caveat is necessary before the differences between these
three political cultures can be explored. As in Wilson (1974, 440), this book
is based on the assumption “that each province constitutes, in effect, an
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CAMOUFLAGE
BY the time Jones reached the front hall he found the door open and
Mrs. Burnham awaiting his arrival with an angry sparkle in her eyes.
“Late again, Jones,” she remarked, and her tone caused the butler to
flush uncomfortably. “Help Mr. Burnham off with his coat and then
assist him to bed.”
Burnham rejected the butler’s aid with the same petulance he had
shown to Maynard when the latter offered his assistance.
“I’m not a baby,” he remarked through chattering teeth. “What if I
did catch a chill coming home, Lillian; it’s nothing serious. Here, take
my keys, Jones, and bring me some whiskey from the sideboard.”
Jerking the bunch of keys from the front door lock where he had left
it dangling in his haste to enter the house, he tossed it to the
waiting servant, and laying his hand on Maynard’s arm started with
him up the staircase. Mrs. Burnham turned to follow when Evelyn,
who had remained in the vestibule, stepped inside the house, closed
the door, and called her softly by name.
“Come in the dining room, Mother, dear,” she said. “I must have a
word with you, alone,” and the quiet emphasis on the last word
belied her unnaturally high color and brilliant eyes. “Please, Mother.”
Seeing Mrs. Burnham hesitate, she moved forward and gently
encircled her waist with her arm. “Spare just a moment to me.”
Mrs. Burnham bent forward and kissed her with warmth. “Of course,
Evelyn,” she said cheerily. “Say as many words to me as you want,”
and she led the way into the drawing room, pausing only long
enough to turn on the lights.
“Sit by me here,” she suggested, making herself comfortable on the
sofa, but Evelyn, too nervous to remain quiet, only paused in her
restless moving about to stand in front of her.
“Mother,” she began, and in spite of her determination to keep her
voice steady it shook. “I love René La Montagne.”
Mrs. Burnham’s expression altered. “You think you do, Evelyn,” she
corrected gently.
“No, Mother.” Evelyn’s gaze never shifted. “I love René and I intend
to marry him.”
“Need we go into that?” Mrs. Burnham smiled, not unkindly.
“Suppose for to-night we just admit the first premise—you love him.”
“Thank you, Mother.” Evelyn rested her hands against the table at
her back and steadied herself. “René,” she blushed hotly. “René loves
me.”
Mrs. Burnham gazed steadily at her daughter and a sudden wave of
tenderness swept over her, and for a second the charming picture—
Evelyn in her straight young beauty and her tattered Belgian
costume—was blurred from sight by blinding tears. Unconscious of
her mother’s emotion, Evelyn waited a moment before speaking.
“René loves me and I love René,” she reiterated. “Therefore; Mother,
will you announce our engagement to-morrow morning?”
Mrs. Burnham sat bolt upright. “Will I do what?” she demanded.
“Announce my engagement to René La Montagne.”
“My dear child,” Mrs. Burnham raised her hands in horror. “Utterly
unthought of!”
“But why? René and I have thought of it, and we are the most
concerned.”
“Preposterous!” fumed Mrs. Burnham. “Why, the man’s under a
cloud!”
“Exactly, mother; that is why I wish our engagement announced.”
Evelyn stood proudly erect. “Shall you make the announcement or I,
Mother?”
“René,” she blushed hotly, “René loves me.”
Mrs. Burnham stared at her in blank astonishment. “Have you taken
leave of your senses?” she demanded. “Sit down here, Evelyn, and
let us discuss this matter rationally.”
“Thanks, Mother, but I prefer to stand. I—I will not keep you long; in
fact,” her smile was very winning, “I but wait your answer.”
Mrs. Burnham sighed. “The perversity of life!” she exclaimed. “Why
do you pick out the one man I could not welcome as a son-in-law?”
“But why can’t you welcome him?” asked Evelyn impetuously. “René
is all that a man should be—tender, true, and brave. Look at the
record he had made in that gallant army of France. You have every
reason to be proud of René, mother. Why, then, are you so absurdly
prejudiced against him? He has never done anything to you.”
“Not to me perhaps——” began Mrs. Burnham, but Evelyn gave her
no time to finish.
“Is it fair to take Mr. Burnham’s opinion about René instead of
mine?” she demanded hotly. “My word is just as good as his, if not
——”
“Stop, Evelyn.” Mrs. Burnham held up her hand imperatively. “It is
not a question of word but of judgment; you are immature,
impulsive, impressionable——”
“Good gracious, Mother,” Evelyn laughed vexedly. “Any more ‘ims’
you can think of? Mr. Burnham is determined to get René into
trouble, and it is plain to be seen that he has influenced you against
me.”
Mrs. Burnham flushed. “You are unjust, Evelyn,” she remonstrated.
“You carry your dislike of your step-father too far——”
“You mean he has carried his dislike of René too far,” retorted
Evelyn, bitter resentment against Burnham getting the better of her
determination to curb her anger. “He has, even to preferring false
charges against René.”
“Gently, Evelyn, gently.” Mrs. Burnham rose. “Do not say things in
anger which you may bitterly regret later.”
“I shall never regret one word I say in defense of René,” responded
Evelyn with undaunted spirit “And when Mr. Burnham charges René
killed that unknown man in our library, he lies.”
Mrs. Burnham laid a firm hand on Evelyn’s shoulder. “Hush!” she
commanded. “René will have an opportunity to prove his innocence
shortly. I understand——” She faltered for a second, then continued
sternly: “I understand he has been arrested for the crime.”
Evelyn shrank back from her mother and covered her face with her
hands. When she looked up her expression had altered.
“Either you or I will announce in to-morrow’s papers my engagement
to René—which shall it be?” she asked.
“Evelyn.” Mrs. Burnham seldom used that tone in addressing her
daughter and the girl looked at her dumbly. “Have you considered
what such a step means in the face of my disapproval?”
“You mean—giving up my fortune?”
“Yes. By the terms of your father’s will you forfeit your inheritance if
you marry against my wishes.”
“Well, what of it?” Evelyn shrugged her shoulders disdainfully.
“Thank God, money isn’t everything!”
“You are very young.” Mrs. Burnham smiled faintly. “In this case
there is more than money involved; a crime and public scandal.
Child!” For a second Mrs. Burnham’s composure deserted her. “You
must be mad to desire to announce your engagement to a man
whom your step-father charges with a heinous crime.”
“Charges can be disproved,” retorted Evelyn. “Mother,” she laid an
imploring hand on her arm. “Mother, I assure you René is not guilty,
no matter how much circumstantial evidence points to him; he no
more killed that man than did Peter Burnham.”
Rapidly approaching footsteps caused Mrs. Burnham to turn abruptly
and she welcomed Maynard’s entrance almost with eagerness.
“I have persuaded your husband to go to bed,” he said. “I think he
will rest very comfortably. He has given me a prescription to fill for
him; can you tell me where to find the nearest drug store which
stays open all night?”
“I am afraid it is fully six blocks away, on Connecticut Avenue,”
exclaimed Mrs. Burnham. “It is a shame to take you out at this hour
of the night.”
“Not a bit of it.” Maynard nodded gayly at Evelyn. “Too bad you can’t
stroll down town with me, Evelyn, the walk might do you good; not
in that thin dress,” hastily. “Fortunately, to-night I was cast for an
appropriate costume; uniforms are not conspicuous these days.”
“Our uniforms are always conspicuous,” rebuked Evelyn. “Just think
of the gallant men wearing them.”
“All honor to them!” Maynard raised his hand in quick salute. “Some
day, God willing, I’ll go up the line with the boys in khaki and over
the top; until then——” A quick sigh completed the sentence. “I’ve
taken your latch-key, Mrs. Burnham, so don’t have any one wait up
for me,” and he hurried out of the house.
“Go to bed and get some rest, Evelyn,” suggested Mrs. Burnham,
pausing with her hand on the electric light button. “We can talk
more reasonably after a good night’s sleep. Come and see me after
breakfast, and remember——”
“Yes, Mother.” Evelyn waited for her mother to lead the way up the
staircase. But Mrs. Burnham did not complete her sentence until she
had reached the second floor. In front of her door she turned and
patted Evelyn gently on her shoulder. “Remember,” she said, “do
nothing rash.”
It was not until Evelyn was in her own bedroom arranging her hair
that she recollected her mother had omitted her customary good-
night kiss. Evelyn’s lip quivered; her sensitive high-strung nature
made her a prey to every slight, however unintentional or imaginary
they were. She felt cruelly the barrier which she had been quick to
see was slowly but surely separating her from her mother, a mother
she had idolized up to the time of her marriage to Peter Burnham.
She had never been able to conquer her distaste for Peter Burnham
and her growing fear that he might some day supplant her in her
mother’s affections. She had little hope that she could win her
mother’s consent to her engagement to René La Montagne, and still
less that her mother would announce the engagement. But Evelyn
came of a loyal courageous race and her fighting blood was up. Her
lover, alone in a strange country, faced, in her opinion, unjust
imprisonment for a crime he had not committed, and she was
determined to offset her step-father’s charges against him by the
announcement of their engagement. Let tongues wag in society and
scandal be whispered; if she showed her faith in René La Montagne
others would rally to his aid. There was Marian Van Ness and Dan
Maynard— A tap on her door awoke her from her abstraction.
“What is it?” she called.
“It is I, Miss Evelyn,” announced Mrs. Ward, pushing the door farther
open. “Your mother thought you might need my help in getting out
of that dress. Let me do that for you,” and she deftly extracted a pin
Evelyn had been vainly trying to reach for some moments.
“Thanks.” Evelyn submitted to being undressed with alacrity; she
was utterly weary. “Aren’t you up pretty late for a woman who has
been as ill as you have?”
“I am well again,” replied the housekeeper, arranging Evelyn’s
clothes neatly on a chair and picking up brush and comb. “Just slip
into bed, Miss Evelyn, and I’ll brush and braid your hair for you.”
With a murmur of thanks Evelyn followed her advice and partly sat
and lay at ease while the experienced woman (she had graduated
from lady’s maid to her position of housekeeper) deftly arranged her
long silky hair, badly tangled from having worn it loose down her
back in the tableau.
“There, Miss Evelyn, that is done,” Mrs. Ward announced twenty
minutes later. “Is there anything else you would like?”
Evelyn looked about the room. “If you will open all my windows and
raise the shades, I shall be greatly obliged,” she said. “The room is
horribly hot.”
Mrs. Ward hesitated perceptibly. “I’m afraid you are a bit feverish,”
she exclaimed. “Do you think it’s wise to open all the windows, Miss
Evelyn? This room really isn’t any too warm.”
“I can’t sleep in it as it is,” exclaimed Evelyn. “I must have air; my
head is swimming. Don’t worry about my catching cold, Mrs. Ward; I
always sleep with the wind blowing on me.”
“Very well, Miss Evelyn.” The housekeeper went to first one window
and then the other and pulled up the Holland shades, then flung the
windows wide open. On her way to the door she stopped by the bed
and looked thoughtfully down at Evelyn, then without speaking
glided from the room to return a moment later with a silver whistle.
“If the room gets too cold, Miss Evelyn, and you don’t want to get
up, just blow on this and I’ll come downstairs and help you,” she
said, laying the whistle in Evelyn’s hand.
Genuinely touched, Evelyn raised herself on her elbow. “That’s very
thoughtful and kind of you,” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, Miss Evelyn, good-night,” and Mrs. Ward hurried
away.
Sleep was far from Evelyn’s eyes and for long hours she tossed and
turned on her pillow; the cool night air gradually lowered the
temperature of the room and she felt relief. She had a touch of fever,
she admitted to herself, touching her hot forehead, and half
determined to get up and rummage around in her mother’s medicine
cabinet for a bottle of “sweet spirits of niter,” but the thought of
waking her mother deterred her.
As the night passed Evelyn slept by fits and starts. She was lying
drowsily awake listening to a distant clock chiming three when she
grew conscious of a light streaming directly in her eyes. Her lids flew
open and she blinked for a few seconds before realization came to
her. Jerking herself up on her elbow she gazed at a thin wave of
light shining steadily through one of the windows full on her pillow.
Too weary to do more than stare, she finally pulled her pillow around
and settled herself in another position. She was just dozing off when
the light again aroused her. Three times she changed her position
and each time the light shone directly in her eyes. There was
something uncanny in its power and its silent search only for her
eyes. Evelyn felt a chill creep down her spine; then, conquering her
nervousness, she reached over to a chair near the bed where lay her
wrapper and proceeded to put it on. There was nothing for her to do
but get up and pull down her window shades.
Suddenly just as she was about to spring out of bed a flash of light
on the blank wall opposite her bed caught her attention and glancing
up she was horrified to see vividly outlined there the scene of
Tuesday morning—the large library chair with the dead man sitting
with head thrown back, and once again she gazed in breathless
suspense straight into the man’s wide open staring eyes.
Evelyn sat spell-bound; then shuddering she covered her eyes with
her hands and cowered back. When she looked up again the wall
opposite was blank. Closing her eyes she pressed the lids down with
her finger-tips and kept them so for at least ten minutes. The next
time she looked at the wall the space was still blank, and steadying
her shaken nerves with the thought that her imagination was
running away with her, she started to rise when before her eyes
appeared a cord, exaggerated in size against the blank wall;
suspended apparently by unknown, unseen means in mid-air, it
twined about like some uncanny snake, but even as it twisted to and
fro, Evelyn recognized the peculiar style of the cord—she had seen it
three times before: taken from the dead man’s pocket, hanging from
the open parcel in her hand two days later, and given to her the next
afternoon by Dan Maynard.
With desperate fingers Evelyn groped under her pillow for the silver
whistle—she would not stay another minute alone; she must tell
some one of her hallucination before she went entirely out of her
head. With eyes averted from the opposite wall, she twisted about in
bed until the missing whistle turned up under her left elbow.
Blowing the whistle was not as simple a business as she had
anticipated; her mouth was dry and parched and such breath as she
had in her body only raised a feeble pipe; but in desperation she
persevered. She was bathed in perspiration before a sound of
footsteps brought unspeakable relief.
“Hurry, hurry,” she gasped, as a white-robed figure stepped just
inside her room. “Come nearer. Look!” and with eyes averted she
pointed to the opposite wall.
She was conscious of the figure’s approach at her hoarse whisper,
but the continued silence snapped her last remnant of self-control.
“Tell me you see it,” she begged piteously. “The string, Mrs. Ward;
you see the string!” and she caught the woman and swung her
about, imploring eyes upraised—the woman who faced her was not
the housekeeper, but her mother.
“Be calm, Evelyn,” she said, stroking the girl’s hot head. “What is the
meaning of this?”
“Can’t you see the string on the wall?” asked Evelyn clinging to her.
Mrs. Burnham looked in the direction Evelyn pointed.
“No, dear,” she whispered soothingly. “Look for yourself.”
Slowly, reluctantly Evelyn turned and looked full at the wall—her
mother was right, it was blank. But even as she stared at it, the wall
lightened and once again she gazed into the eyes of the dead man
seated in the chair facing her.
“See, Mother!” she cried.
Like one carved from stone Mrs. Burnham stared at the opposite
wall; motionless, almost with breathing suspended, she continued to
look ahead of her. Suddenly she spoke, and it was a voice Evelyn
had never heard before and would never have recognized as hers.
“I see nothing, Evelyn,” she said. “The wall is blank.”
CHAPTER XIX
BRIBERY
JAMES PALMER felt his clean shaven chin with nervous fingers and
turned away from contemplating himself in the mirror with a
dissatisfied scowl. Kicking aside his tumbled clothes, which lay half
on, half off the bed, he hurried into the living room of his apartment
in time to catch Dr. Hayden as the latter was leaving on his round of
professional visits.
“Give me a bracer, Hayden,” he demanded. “My nerves have gone to
pot.”
Hayden scanned him closely and noted with professional interest his
bloodshot eyes and shifting, ever moving restless fingers.
“Go back to bed,” he directed. “You are not in shape to be about this
morning.”
“Shape or not, I’ve got to be in my office Sunday or no Sunday;
Government contracts don’t wait on nerves, time, or day. Those
cantonment plans must be shipped to——” Observing Hayden’s
obdurate manner, Palmer’s peremptory tone changed to one almost
of pleading. “Don’t send me to bed; I tell you I can’t sleep and I’ll go
crazy if I remain inactive. I had to work last night; God knows if I
can’t sleep at night, I can’t sleep in daylight.”
Hayden considered him a moment, then drawing out his prescription
pad he wrote down directions, and tearing off the slip handed it to
Palmer who, impatient to be off, stood twirling his hat from one
hand to another.
“This mild bracer will give you relief, Palmer, but only temporarily.”
Hayden’s serious manner impressed Palmer in spite of his open
disinclination to follow his advice. “It is trite but true that no man
can burn the candle at both ends; working under pressure day and
night creates the necessity for sanitariums.”
Palmer frowned then smiled as he tucked the prescription safely
away in his vest pocket.
“The work will lighten up shortly,” he declared. “Come along; oh, d
——mn! there’s the ’phone.”
“Don’t wait, I’ll answer it,” and Hayden turned back into the
apartment as Palmer hurried down the corridor. Just as he reached
the head of the staircase a sound of voices drifted to him, and
glancing over his shoulder he saw Mrs. Burnham leave the elevator
and walk toward his apartment. Palmer stood for several seconds
where he was; then, as Mrs. Burnham was admitted by his Japanese
servant, Siki, he slowly retraced his footsteps to his apartment.
Inside the living room Hayden listened to a long winded statement
from one of his patients, and making his replies as brief as
politeness permitted he finally hung up the receiver and, swinging
about, found Mrs. Burnham seated near at hand.
“I telephoned to your office and the boy told me you were not
expected there this morning, so I chanced finding you here,” she
explained as they shook hands. “I want your professional advice.”
“Surely, Mrs. Burnham.” Hayden drew a chair forward and sat down
by her. “What is it?”
Mrs. Burnham did not reply at once. “Are we likely to be
interrupted?” she finally inquired.
“No,” replied Hayden. “Palmer left before you came, and Siki is busy
in his pantry.”
Mrs. Burnham’s tense manner relaxed somewhat. “I want to speak
to you on confidential matters,” she said. “You will kindly mention
my visit to no one.”
“Certainly not.” Hayden bowed. “Proceed, madam.”
It was some minutes before Mrs. Burnham again addressed him; she
seemed at first uncertain how to commence.
“I sent for you this summer to come to Chelsea,” she began, “so that
you might have Mr. Burnham under observation; I told you that at
the time.” Hayden bowed again. “You said then that you observed a
tendency on his part to brood and to withdraw himself from the
society of his friends.”
“True,” responded Hayden gravely. “His chief relaxation, aside from
long solitary walks, seemed to be to lock himself in some room and
work over chess problems. I advised you to use your influence to
induce him to be more with people.”
“I have tried to do so.” Mrs. Burnham was exerting her superb self-
control to keep her voice tranquil. “Without, however, satisfactory
results; now he even dislikes my society.”
Hayden glanced at her keenly. “A morbid tendency very often makes
people turn against those they love the most,” he said gently. “As
Burnham’s physical condition improves he will shake off his mental
depression. In my opinion, Mrs. Burnham,” he added more lightly,
“half the murders and suicides to-day are the result of a torpid liver.”
Mrs. Burnham’s answering smile was wan. “Then you think his, shall
we say, distorted views of people and events are the result of
physical illness reacting on his mental condition?”
“It is possible,” conceded Hayden; again he eyed her keenly. “You
have mentioned no specific case——”
“I am coming to that.” Mrs. Burnham bent forward in her
earnestness. “How much reliance can I place on my husband’s active
dislike for Captain René La Montagne and the charges he has
brought against him?”
Hayden considered the question. “It is difficult to answer,” he
admitted, “I do not know the grounds, if any, your husband has for
hating—frankly, on the surface it amounts to that—” he added
hastily—“for hating the Frenchman.”
Mrs. Burnham colored painfully. “As I understand it, Captain La
Montagne was a passive witness of an unfortunate scene in a club in
Paris in which my husband did not—did not”—she faltered——“did
not cover himself with glory; but I must say, in justice to him, that
he was brought up in the tenets of the Quakers and dueling or
fighting of any kind is——”
“I know,” broke in Hayden kindly. “It is highly probable that Burnham
has become possessed of this notion, this dislike of La Montagne,
contradictory alike to common-sense and his own experience, until it
has developed into almost a monomania with him.”
Mrs. Burnham drew a long, long breath. “Then do you think he has
brooded over a long past incident and centered his resentment on La
Montagne until it has become an obsession?” she asked.
“Yes; so it seems to me.”
“Then you think he has taken the—the—shall we call it chance——”
Mrs. Burnham whitened—“the chance of that unidentified man
having been killed in our empty house, to involve Captain La
Montagne in the crime so as to punish him for an imaginary
grievance,—in his mental condition,—exaggerated out of all
proportion to its real significance?”
“It may be,” Hayden hesitated, “but you must recollect that
circumstantial evidence also points to Captain La Montagne.”
“I do not place much confidence in circumstantial evidence,”
declared Mrs. Burnham. “Captain La Montagne if innocent, should
have little difficulty in proving it, but——” Mrs. Burnham cleared her
voice of a slight huskiness—“but I am willing to swear in any court
that my husband’s attitude toward him is due to mental
irresponsibility.”
A spark of admiration kindled Hayden’s eyes as he gazed at the
composed woman seated before him; in his creed loyalty ranked
high.
“Your claim seems justified by facts,” he said. “I would suggest——”
“What?”
“That you set the machinery in motion to have Mr. Burnham placed
under mental observation,” he added reluctantly.
Mrs. Burnham averted her gaze. “Only as a last resource,” she said.
“At present I wanted your views to assist me in deciding upon a
course of action.” She paused and he waited with silent attention. It
was some moments before she spoke again. “My daughter, Evelyn,
wishes to announce her engagement to Captain La Montagne to-
day.”
“Oh!” Hayden sat back and contemplated her in surprise.
“Quite so.” Mrs. Burnham’s smile was wintry. “Evelyn’s behavior
complicates the situation,” she admitted with candor. “I have had
quite enough gossip about my private affairs;” her tone grew bitter.
“People perhaps do not think I know the things which were said at
the time my engagement to Mr. Burnham was announced, but there
are always kind friends;” she laughed mirthlessly. “Women do not
spare their own sex, doctor; even my daughter’s intimate friend,
Marian Van Ness, stated I only married Peter to get rid of him.”
The frantic ringing of the telephone bell interrupted her, and with a
hasty apology Hayden crossed the room to the instrument. Mrs.
Burnham seized the opportunity to relax in her chair; the interview
had taxed her strength. Happening to glance in the direction of the
door she saw the Japanese servant pass down the hall, long wall
brush and dust pan in hand; another instant and Dr. Hayden was
back at her side.
“Evelyn is in a state of mind to do anything,” she stated, as he
resumed his seat. “She is quite as possessed in favor of Captain La
Montagne as my husband is opposed to him.”
“A pleasant situation for you,” acknowledged Hayden, and his
sympathetic manner was a tonic to her frayed nerves. “Do you
anticipate an elopement?”
“No, oh, no.” Mrs. Burnham spoke more rapidly than ordinarily.
“Evelyn simply desires the immediate public announcement of her
engagement under, in my opinion, a mistaken sense of loyalty to
Captain La Montagne. I have begged her to tell only her intimate
friends and relatives——”
“Ah! then you have agreed to the engagement?” asked Hayden
quickly.
“Yes,” reluctantly. “Frankly, doctor, Evelyn’s condition this morning
worried me, and I thought the best thing to do was to accede as far
as possible to her wishes. It quieted her and she spent the
remainder of the night without seeing visions.”
“Visions!” exclaimed the astonished physician.
“Yes,” tartly. “I was awakened by a whistling noise which seemed to
come from Evelyn’s room, and on going in I found her sitting up in
bed, apparently frightened half out of her senses and declaring that
she saw against the opposite wall the unidentified dead man, sitting
in the chair as she had found him in the library on Tuesday
afternoon.”
“Upon my word!” Hayden stared at Mrs. Burnham; she was certainly
serious in her statement. Was the entire Burnham household going
mad, or was his hearing defective?
“Evelyn seldom speaks of the scene in the library,” went on Mrs.
Burnham. “But finding the body must have made a greater
impression upon her than any of us realized. She was very much
wrought up to a feverish degree. Mrs. Ward told me this morning, by
an interview she had with me about René La Montagne just before
going to bed, and I am afraid her mind must have reverted back to
the dead man and her mental distress projected her vision of him on
the wall,” ended Mrs. Burnham. “Isn’t that what you physicians call
it?”
Hayden looked puzzled. “An illusion—counterfeit appearances,” he
explained, “is an incorrect impression of the senses. Has Evelyn ever
had other illusions?”
“Never to my knowledge.” Mrs. Burnham rose. “I have left her in bed
in Mrs. Ward’s care. I wish you would come in sometime during the
day doctor, and see her. In the meantime, I can’t thank you enough
——” Mrs. Burnham’s fine eyes filled with tears and she stopped
unable to control her voice.
“My dear Mrs. Burnham,” Hayden shook her hand warmly. “Say no
more; I am only too delighted to be of service to you; you forget,
but I do not, your long years of kindness and hospitality to me.”
Taking her knitting bag from the sofa where she had dropped it, Mrs.
Burnham started for the door, and Hayden, snatching up his surgical
bag and hat, accompanied her out of the apartment and down in the
elevator.
They had been gone fully five minutes before James Palmer rose
from his chair in the corner of the balcony and looked through the
open window into the empty living room.
“A clever woman, a very clever woman,” he commented aloud.
Turning abruptly he stepped through the French window opening
into the hall of his apartment and went in search of the Japanese,
Siki.
“Go out on the balcony and put new electric bulbs in the bird-cage
lanterns,” he directed. “We want to sit out there to-night after
dinner.”
Not waiting for a reply he left the apartment and was just in time to
catch a descending elevator. The boy had shut the elevator door
when Palmer caught sight of Peter Burnham walking down the
corridor, and he had but time to call out: “Sorry to miss you;
Hayden’s gone,” when the elevator shot downward.
“I’ll wait for Hayden,” shouted Burnham, and a moment later was
explaining his presence and desires to the attentive Japanese.
Siki ushered him into the living room with a grand flourish, then
went off to execute his master’s orders with sublime disregard of
Burnham’s presence.
The morning papers first engaged Burnham’s attention; the chess
table added its fascination, but finally, tiring of both occupations, he
wandered over to the window opening upon the balcony, a tinkle of
glass having attracted his notice. He stood for some seconds looking
out at the Jap sweeping up pieces of a broken electric bulb and
watched him screw another in place in one of the silk-lined bird-cage
lanterns.
“Siki,” he called. “Come here,” and as the Jap approached the
window he drew out a twenty dollar bill.
“See here, Siki,” he began insinuatingly. “You know Captain La
Montagne was in this apartment Thursday night just before the
attempt was made to shoot me.”
The Jap looked first at the bill and then at Burnham, his expression
inscrutable.
“Me understand, honorable sir,” he admitted and pocketed the
money.
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