AGE SIX
THE CITIZEN, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1912.
HIS RISE
TO
By Henry Russell Miller,
Author of
"The Alan Higher Up"
Copyright, 1911, by (he Dobbs-Mcrrlll
Company
CHAPTER II.
The Thoorist.
I
OLIX wont to the window,
where ho watched the politi
cian until the swaRscrlng fiR
ure disappeared around the
mm
corner Murchell, with a faint twltisc
at hla heart, saw the distnsto plainly
written on the young man's face. The
twinge was Iwcauso the time had
come to grind his young friend through
the mills of the organization. The
Ecnator, who pet a low value upon
gratuitous services, proposed to make
the grinding process worth while to
the man who was to be ground. lie
was already forming vague plans of
setting him on the road to high po
litical station. Perhaps John might
even prove to he nn Ellsha, some day
to assume a fallen mantle.
To the portrait of the state leader nl
ready painted we may add that William
Murchell was a bachelor, n matter for
which he Is not to be censured too se
verely, slnci he once made an earnest
effort to repair the condition. His had
been a very simple romance. Ho had
loved, had laid himself nnd his aspira
tions at the lady's feet and had been
rejected. A short time afterward ho
stood with his best friend as the latter
took the same lady In holy wedlock.
It Is probable that he had his period
of suffering; but, as became a man of
nmbltiou. ho quickly put an end to it
nnd pave himself to the climb to pow
er. In time his romance was almost
forgotten.
Almost, for In later years some
times In a mellow hour he would
construct for himself n scene In which
a gentle faced woman with gray
green eyes sat across the hearth and
around them an Indefinite number of
the second generation. In the scene
was always a pleasantly laughing
young man who peered out on the
world through eyes like his mother's.
This often occurred after Senator Mur
chell had met or heard something of
John Dunmeade, a young man in whom
lie thought he saw a masculine replica
of the woman of his romance. The
senator's memory must have been
good, for she had been doad many
years. lie was seeing her that June
afternoon.
John returned to his chair. Murchell
looked around at the dingy office. Over
the desk hung a calendar nnd another J
faded, old fashioned print of Daniel
Webster. Save for this adornment
the walls were given over to calf and
sheep bound books rows and rows set
upon plain pine shelves. The old ma
hogany furniture, doubtless splendid
In Its day, had been battered and
scratched by many careless hands and
feet.
"You keep the old office just the
same, I see. I remember when your
grandfather built and furnished it"
"Yes; I don't like to disturb things,
though Auit Roberta thinks It's a fear
ful mess. Three generations of Dun
mcades have used this office Just as
It is."
"I used to como hero to borrow books
from your grandfather and talk poll
tics, lie was n mighty smart man.
He would have been governor during
the war If he hadn't died. lie gave
me my start."
"Yes," John said Idly. "Senator"
he leaned forward abruptly "what do
you think of Sheehan? Why don't you.
with all your power, put men like Shee
han out of politics?"
"Young man," Murchell answered
dryly, "If I were strong enough to put
nil the rascals out of politics I'd make
the Almighty Jealous. Are you going
to take the nomination?"
"1 hate to be under obligations to
Sheehan."
"You won't be under obligations to
Sheehan."
"I don't want to be under obliga
tions" John hesitated n moment "to
you. Something might come up that
would make me seem ungrateful."
"I'll risk it."
"But I'm not sure I'm the kind of
man you want."
"I'll risk it." Murchell repeated.
"Hut I don't think you understand,"
John persisted. "I've been bothered
a little lately about some things. That
trust company affair, for Instance It
doesn't look right. And then Sheehan
1 can't quite stomach his power. I
don't like to seem to criticise, senator,
but It looks to mo as though the sys
tem that allowed that tniHt company
affair must bo wrong somewhere."
"Tut, tut, young mau!" the senator
answered, a trllio testily. "Don't go
flying off nt a tangent with harebrain
ed theories about perfect systems."
John shook his head in troubled fash
ion. "I've got to flguro that out in my
own way. senator."
Murchell looked out of tlio window
into the square thoughtfully. It was
a warm, listless 'day. There was noth
ing lp the peaceful, Indolent sec no to
tell him that the sercno waters upon
"whVh k? had galled to power were, tp
POWER
Decoine a seething, passion innnea mry
whose subsidence he would never see.
He knew only that the people, even
sad example of the ingratitude of re
publics! the people of Denton county,
were stirring restlessly, asking ques
tion nnd criticising answers. Hut that
would pass, as such ebullitions had al
ways passed!
Ho pointed to the sleepy square. "You
won't want to sit here looking out nt
that nil your life, If you're the man I
take you for. You'll want to go out
nnd ninkc your place a big plnceln
the life of men. If you do you can't
stop to lilt every ugly head that pops
up in your path. And you'vo got to
make use of the materials you find.
Leave the things that don't look right
alone. 'They'll work themselves out in
the end. They nlways have. And ho
Impersonal. Mako use of enemies nnd
friends nllUe."
Counsel to Laertes from nn expert.
In life!
"Even your friendship?" John Inter
rupted quickly, smiling.
"You'd bo a fool If you didn't," Po
ionlus replied consistently.
"I'm afraid," John sighed "I'm
afraid I'm that kind of fool. I sup
pose," ho went on, "I'm going to take
tho nomination. I do want to make a
place for myself in tho big life of men.
But I want to earn It, not seize it bo
causo I am strong enough or have it
given to me by some othor who Is
strong." Ho hesitated, thon contln
used: "It sounds nbsurd, I know, but
something seems calling, compelling
me Into this. And I'm I'm nfraid. I
have tho feeling that I am facing
somothing to which I perhaps may not
bo equal. Senator Murchell, I ask
you to tell mo truly, Is there any rea
son why a man who wants to como
through clean should not go into poli
tics?" "Absolutely none," tho senator an
swered promptly. And ho ndded sin
cerely, -with a pertinence the scopo of
which he did not comprehend, "If
there were more clean men in politics
there would be less room for the ras
cals." So William Murchell, as he thought,
bound his young friend, John Dnn
meade, to the wheels of his organiza
tion. News travels swiftly and by myste
rious avenues In New Chelsen. That
evening at supper Judge Dunmeade
congratulated his son.
"I am glad," he said ponderously,
"that you have entered the service of
your party."
Miss Roberta, tho judge's sister,
sniffed disdainfully. "Does that mean
"You can't stop to hit evory ugly head
that pops up."
pulling chestnuts out of the coals for
Pussy Murchell? You better keep out
of politics, John. There'll bo trouble.
I feel It in my bones."
"Itoberta," chlded tho Judge, "It
doesn't He in u Dunmeade's mouth to
speak disparagingly of one who has
placed our family under such obliga
tions as has William Murchell."
"Meaning your Judgeship, I Bup
poso." The Judge stiffened visibly. "I trust
my own character and ability had
something to do with that."
"Are you depending on them to make
you a Justice?" It was an open se
cret In the Dunmeade family that the
judge nsplred to end his days on the
supremo bench of tho state.
He treated the Jibo to the silence it
deserved, and Miss Roberta, who did
not ignore tho value of tho last word
in a tilt, triumphantly rose from tho
table and left tho room. Hugh Dun
meado was held by his neighbors nnd
hitherto had been accounted by his
son n good man, a Just judge and nn
exemplary citizen. His dicta, Judicial
and private, carried great weight In tho
community. And ho seemed troubled
by no questions of not having formu
lated the disturbing doubt, John called
it propriety.
"I hope," Judge Dunmeado contin
ued, "you aren't falling into your aunt's
habit of looking n gift horso in tho
mouth."
"Then it this nomination will be a
gift from Murchell?"
"You couldn't have It otherwise."
"And you sco nothing wrong In
that?" ,
"I myself should bo glad to have his
support for nny oflico I might seek."
Tho Judge regarded this answer ns
sufficient "I'm glad you have It. It
shows his friendship for us continues.
And," ho cleared his throat slgnlfl
canjtlJi "It iiugjirs well for other hon
ors to imotn our fMinny."
Two little creases settled between
John's eyes.
Miss Roberta was a vigorous spin
ster of sixty whose caustic tonguo
tried, not always successfully, to hldo
the' Hhdly 'Impulses of her heart. She
was n lady of many violent dislikes
nnd n few equally violent friendships.
Later In the evening she found John
nlono on tho western porch stnrlng up
Into the sky. Tho prophecy of the
morning's red snnrlso was about to be
fulfilled; It was evident that n storm
was brewing.
"Stove Hampden," Miss Roberta re
marked In a carefully casual tone, "la
home. And Knthorlne," she added.
"Yes?" negligently.
"You go and call on her. Go to
night." "Can't. I hnvo" ho yawned "an
nppolntment with tho sandman. I
didn't sleep much last night Won't
she Keep? She seemed Healthy enough
the last time I saw her. Regular lit-
tie red headed tomboy, she was." i
"She mightn't stay long." Mis
Roberta's tone Implied that this con
tingency would lie little short of ca
lamitous. "And Warren Blake Is dnne
uig after her already."
"Dear Aunt Roberta, Warren never
in his life did anything so frivolous as
dancing. Why are you In such a hur
ry to have me fall In love?"
"I don't want you to grow old nnd
crabbed and and lonesome like me."
"Why why. Aunt Roberta, I didn't
know you felt that way. You musn't,
you kuow," ho said gravely, nnd pnt
tcd her hand affectionately, from
which unwonted demonstration she
hastily snatched It away.
He laughed.. "There's time enough
for matlug anyhow. I'm only thirty;
aud, besides, what could I offer a girl,
even If I were so reckless as to fall In
loveT'
"Yoursolf." Miss Roberta could not
entirely repress a hint of pride.
"Those spectacles you're always los
ing must bo rose colored. I'd want to
offer something moro than myself,
Aunt Roberta something of achieve
ment that would prove my worth. I
couldn't love a woman who could care
for a little, futile man. When I've
done something, theu"
"I know what you're thinking, John
ny. Don't go into politics."
"I've got to. I don't want to go all
my life as I havo done, drudging along
for a little money, drying up In tho
routine, my outlook narrowing. I'd
have nothing to show in Justification
of my living. Why, I'd be no better
than Warren Blake, Aunt Roberta."
One might, by a stretch of tho Im
agination, have called the sound Miss
Roberta omitted a laugh.
Across Main street from the court
house square scene of Daniel Web
ster's famous speech, the war time
demonstrations nnd the animal rally
stands a red brick, white portlcood
mansion In the style wo distinguish ns
colonial. This house was built in tho
early thirties by Thomas Dunmeade,
founder of New Chelsea, then in hh
eightieth yenr, a period of life when
1,1s thoughts should hnvo been center
ed on heavenly glories, but were, n
fact, busied with tho cares nnd vani
ties of tills world.
Thomas lived Just long enough to
Instnll himself In the now house. Then
ho died in an apoplectic fit following
a choleric denunciation of Andrew
Jackson. Tho title to tho house de
scended to the pioneer's son, Robert, a
gentleman of parts, who, as founder
of tho tlour mills, brought commercial
consequonco and as congressman for
one term the honors of statesmanship
to the town of his nativity, nis son
was Hugh, tho soldier and later tho
Judgo of the house of Dunmeado.
Miss Roberta and John wore sitting
under a tree in tho front yard. It wsh
Sabbath afternoon in Now Chelsea.
"I wonder," mused Miss Roberta,
"how Stevo Hampdan llkod the ser
mon?" "Ho probably wnsn't listening."
"Warren Blake walked home from
church with Katherlno," sho remarked
significantly.
"She was there, thon?"
"Didn't you sea her?"
"I heard the stir when sho came In;
but, strange to relate, I wns moro in
terested In tho service, and I forgot to
look her up after church."
"Why won't 'ou go to sco her?"
John rose with a sigh of resignation.
"Aunt Roberta, you are a woman of
one lden. I sue I shall have no peace
of mind until I've paid my respects to
this glided lady. I go!"
Ho could never repress a smile when
he saw the Hampden place. Almost
within tho span of his memory Its evo
lution It was always called n "place"
keeping pace with Its owner's for
tune, had been wrought. Tho first
house on that site had been a flvo
room frame cottage, built Just before
tho war when Stephon nnmpden was
manager of tho Dunmeado mills. It
is said that he laid the foundation of
his fortune in n certain contract for
army horseshoes. In tho soventlos.
being then owner of Plumvllle's lar
gest iron foundry, ho inaugurated the
custom of returning to New Chelsea
for the hot months. The little cottage
wns torn down. In Its placo was rear
ed n red brick house, liberally adorned
with turrets nnd scroll work In tho
stylo of that period.
The foundry grew even outgrow its
owner, whose taste, If not his talents,
ran to speculation rather than to pro
duction, ne sold out nnd went to the
Steel city to pursue fortuno via the
bourse and the real estato market. In
these days New Chelsea saw him and
his family only somloccnslonally. The
house with tho turrets had attained the
dhrplt.wtf. H ieountry j)ace." Then
Now Ohoisoa heard that Btevo iiamp
den had ecn ndmlttcd Into the envi
able and exclusive clrclo of million
aires. With wealth and travel came
taste. The "country house" was re
modeled. Tho turrets were razed;
wlngi were ndded to the house; the
Iron picket fenco was removed nnd n
hedge plnntod In Its stead. Not all the
n re hi let's devices could mako of the
house a thing of beauty, bo ivy wns
planted mid tralnod to enshroud Its
naked uplines. A few yearn with na
iiro, nsslsted by tho English gnrdcu
ir. nnd the transformation was com
plete. But not enough, for New Cholsea
knew of another Btructnro In course of
erection on the crest of East Ridge, to
be tho "palatial residence," ns the
(Jlobe took pleasure In reporting, "of
mir fellow citizen, Stephen Hampden,
"ho It Is he ned will be often In our
CHAPTER III.
Sunset.
BUTLER answered John's
ring and on Inquiry Informed
L) 1 111 that the ladles of the
Hampden fumlly were not at
home.
"Will you wait, sir?"
"No." And John turned nway. He
walked out into the country across the
bridge nt the confluence of North
Branch and South Branch, where rises
Grant's Knot). He followed the path
that lends, corkscrew fashion, to the
crest of tho knob, and there, In the
thick of the shade of n big walnut,
leaning against an old bowlder that
had crowned the knob longer than John
could remember, sat the object of his
quest.
lie had nn Instant to look nt her be
fore she observed him, and smilingly
he availed himself of It. And very
fhnrmlng, very alluring she wns to his
eyes in her light summery gown nnd
the big, soft leghorn hat with Its flow
ers nnd leaves dancing In the breeze.
An open book lay In her lnp. but she
was not reading. Through half closed
eyes she wns gazing dreamily at tho
hills that marched nway Into tho blue
distance.
He took n step toward her. She
heard him nnd looked up.
"Hello!" he said.
"Good nfternonn." Her salutation
was very cool indeed.
"Of course if you don't want nie to
stay"
"It isn't my hill."
He laughed outright. "Her tactics
never wnry, it seems," he remarked.
"Effective, though. Queer, Isn't it,
how attractive a girl becomes when
she puts on thnt frigid, spenk to me if
you ('to manner?"
"You were very stupid not to know
me the other day "
"But I remembered you"
"You mean you forgot all about me."
"as nn Impudent, long legged, free
kled tomboy with red hair while you"
He paused delIlMr.itely
"My hair was never red," she replied
coldly.
Sii'Menly the clouds broke away. She
returned to him with a laugh. "Oh. I
can't keep it up. But where did you
get your courage? You weren't nearly
so brave the other morning. I've been
here six days. Why haven't you come
to see mo?" she demanded
"Well, you see." he began lamely to
explain. "I've had a good many Impor
tant things to think about and"
"And I was neither Important nor In
teresting. You need practice, I see."
"But you are."
"You really find me interesting?
You know, I've worked hard, very
hard, to earn the Involuntary, generous
compliment I am about to receive."
"I do surprisingly so," he responded
promptly.
"You needn't be so surprised," she re
torted. "I was always rather present
nblo In splto of tho freckles, only you
wouldn't condescend to notice It. You
didn't liko me."
"But you wcro such a pesky little
nulsanco, you know. Lot me see," he
added reflectively, "that was yes, it's
been ten years slnco I lust saw you.
Not counting tho other morning, of
course."
"No, eight," she corrected him. "You
mw me nfter tho big game, the time
you ssved tho day. Yon walked right
by mo, looking straight into my eyes,
nud nover recognized me. You were
too anxious to reach Adele Whlttlng
tou and lo mado a hero of by her. She
was as proud us as I'd have been if
I'd had tho chnnce to exhibit you."
"How Is Allele?"
"Oh, she's dreading thirty, Is fighting
down a tendency to fat. has begun to
paint and often asks about you. Are
you still in love with her? And am I a
cat to talk so about her? And has she
hud many successors?"
"No to nil threo questions. Sho gavn
mo a bnd three months, though."
"I'm chid of it," sho declared vcuge
fully. "Didn't you know I wns terribly
in lovo with you? That's what made
ino such n pesky little nuisance. Oh,
you needn't look so shocked since it
was oul calf lovo nnd I havo quite re
covered. Quite!"
So while the golden afternoon waned
thoy oxchuuged pleasant nonsense. Ills
spirits roso unaccountably. He ww
very boyish, very gay. Sometimes the.i
roso to half serious discussion that
skipped lightly and audaciously about
from peak to peak of human knowl
edge. Sho had traveled much with her
father, who, It appeared, hnd "really
learned how to travel," having to mnke
the most of his limited lcUure. She
know places not starred in Baedcker
qualnt, obscure corners of the earth,
full of color. John helped out this part
of tho talk with questious moro or less
Intelligent. Sho was pleased to com
mend his Interest.
"Ono could almost bellevo you hnd
been there. You would enjoy these
places, I know. Not every ono does.
I'd lovo to visit, not do, them with you
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