ven
in one direction or another by Libergent; and sometimes Picault
accompanied.

Grandmoulin, indeed, made herculean efforts. His grand _chefs d'oeuvre_
of oratory--soul stirring appeals, in the name of all that was sacred in
honor and religion, for his hypocritical and corrupt purposes, were
lifted in noble structures of eloquence before the people, till it
seemed as if the lavishness of his genius and labor could only be
explained by the desire of challenging the other great orator of the
race. The young energies of Haviland responded readily. Their speeches
were reported in full for the journals of the cities and watched for
everywhere. It was the battle of Cataline and Cicero.

The back parishes were not so soundly "Red" as Dormilliere: they usually
polled a considerable Blue vote, and were very unstable. Here were
concentrated the efforts of Grandmoulin to cajole and Picault to buy.

Once thus Chrysler met Libergent driving Grandmoulin in a "buck-board,"
while another person sat in the back seat.

"Chrysler! Chrysler!--Listen!" exclaimed the person in the back seat.

Chrysler recognized an Ottawa acquaintance.

"De Bleury! how do you do!"

De Bleury put his hand on the reins to stop the vehicle:

"Come up here, Chrysler, we go past the Manoir."

"Thank you, I enjoy walking."

"Come along, come along; we don't hear excuses in the country. Come,
Chrysler, the road is long."

In order not to offend, Chrysler, in spite of his objection to the
company, took the unoccupied place behind Grandmoulin.

With Libergent, Chrysler did not reap much in conversation. He was
conciliatory in his solitary-like way, and had indulged for once in too
much liquor.

"Right Hon'ble Premier,--Sec' State.--Hon'ble Mr. Grandm'lin--all my
fren's. You know dose gen'lmen? All my fren's. Da's all. My fren's goin'
make it all right, eh? I re'spect'ble 'nough." The half-seas-confidential
style.

Grandmoulin acknowledged the stranger but gravely, and was at once
immutable--oppressed with thought for the country's welfare! As he sat
before Chrysler, and the latter felt the nearness of his broad shoulders
and coarse black mass of hair, he could not but picture the man within
sinking into littleness and self-contempt at the debased uses of his
great talent.

CHAPTER XXXIV.

THE FREEMASON.

Ross de Bleury, the hospitable passenger, was a character. A man of
immense physical strength and abounding spirits, soundly and sto