It was a knightly combat between
two friends, full of generosity, without malice, without jealousy; yes
doubtless, deep down in his heart, each harbored the hope that his
friend and opponent and not himself would be the victor"--[_Lays down
the paper; wipes his brow_.] What sort of language is that? [_Reads_.]
"and aside from some special party views, never did a man have greater
claims to victory than our honored opponent. What he, through his
upright, noble personality stands for among his wide circle of friends
and acquaintances, this is not the place to dwell upon. But the way in
which, by his active participation in all public spirited enterprises
of the town, he has given aid and counsel, is universally known and
will be realized by our fellow-citizens, especially today, with
heartfelt gratitude." [_Lays the paper aside_.] That is a vile style!
[_Reads on_.] "By a very small majority of votes our town has decreed
to uphold the younger friend's political views in Parliament. But by
all parties today--so it is reported--addresses and deputations are
being prepared, not to extol the victor in the electoral contest, but
to express to his opponent the general reverence and respect of which
never a man was more worthy than he."--That is open assassination!
That is a fearful indiscretion of Oldendorf's, that is the revenge of
a journalist, so fine and pointed! Oh, it is just like him! No, it is
not like him! It is revolting, it is inhuman! What am I to do!
Deputations and addresses to me? To Oldendorf's friend? Bah, it is all
mere gossip, newspaper-babble that costs nothing but a few fine words!
The town knows nothing of these sentiments.
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