AGE six THE CITIZEN, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1912. HIS RISE TO POWER By Henry Russell Miller, Author of "The Alan Higher Up" Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-MerrlU Company "I'd like to very much. Hut," he an swored simply, "I'm afraid It will lo long, long time before I can afford It" Sho turned nnd surToyed hlni thought fully. "Now, I like that tho way you Buld It, I mean. You speak of It In such a matter of fact Tray, as though tho lack or possesion of money trere really of uo frrcat Importance to you." "It slipped out," ho confessed. "I don't like to pecni to pose. I make enough for my limnodlatc needs, of rourso, and some day I expect to have more though not wealth aa you prob ably measure It." "I'm not sure whether H Is really Important to me. I do not like the things It boys. Hut even more I like to think of the power It represents. It's that and the gamo of getting It that makes men want money In large quantities. Don't you think so?" He remembered certain rumors he liad heard concerning Stephen Elaiap den'a rise to wealth and he put a guard upon his Hps. "I don't know much about It, I fear," which was entlroly true. "After col lego I went to law school, then settled here. Tho family name and father's being a Judge helped me to a quick start, I suppose. Since then I have dono about as well as the averaco youncr lawyer In a small town. That Is all. It Is very commonplace." "That doesn't explain why you aro wanted by a whole county. It's your chanco to escape the commonplace, Isn't It? Popularity means power and power Is splendid always I'm primi tive, you see. I would uso It, revel In it, make it lift mo Into the high places. Dad says every one believes you have a big future. Which Is good evidence that you have a big future, Isn't It?" "Tho wisdom of twenty-three!" he laughed. "Ob, you won't take mo seriously! Dad says I have the most Intrusively Together They Went Slowly Down Into the Valley. oxecutlvo mind he ever met. He Is very nlco about It. lie often asks me what I think of things and men" "And then forms his own opinions?" "That," Hhe sighed, "Is the disap pointing fact." "Did you plan that?" lie pointed to a grove of trees on tho crest of East ridge, through which gleamed the white stucco walls of that palatial resi dence bo frequently mentioned In tho Globe. "Yes. Do you like It?" "I haven't seen it except at a dla tance. But why In New Chelsea?" "Why not?" sho argued, with spirit. "Aren't our hills as beautiful as the Berkhhlres and the air as One? Why shouldn't wo enjoy the place the money comes from? Dad says a lot of money Id to come from this valley In the next few years." Ills face became suddenly grave. Thinking of her last words, he looked down nt tho qualut, old fashioned, drowsing town that lay at tho foot of the knob. Par away across the hills Lovcred a perennial cloud, smoke of riumvillo's mills. Already it was be ing whimpered that tho sudden return of tho captain of finance, tho building of tho big houso with its air of perma nenco, were not without commercial elgnlflcauce. John was a young man given to sentiment. "I was thinking of Now Chelsea," he said dryly, "So tho old order chang th. Tho world of fashion and finance comes a-Unocking at our door. Our peaceful valley Is to bo exploited." "Can't you seo .UiQ jyprjd moriwr- T . 1 nnd New Chelsea wHh It?- Flo was not looking at tho shadow, hut nt her, fdlhouetted against the sky, strong with the strength of women whoo fathers have tolled oloso to the noil, eager, palpitating with life, for life. He wondered curiously what manner of woman sbo was, what lay under the precocious hardness that could see only the picturesque in a ramshackle, poTorty stricken Italian village and could dismiss vrlth a care less lauch the fate of chick la a hawk's clutches. The line of shadow passed the sum mit of East ridge. Tho valley lay m twlllpht. They watched until tho uin sank. "Shall we go down?" Together tlioy wont slowly down Into the valley nnd Its twilight to her homo. "We have now seen," Bhe said, "a 5UtirI and u sunset together." " 'And the evening and the morning were the first day,'" 1m quoted smil ingly. "I wonder what the next day holds." "Aunt Hobertn," ho laughod, "hopes that I'll fall In Ioto with you." "How perfectly absurd! Although It might redress the balnnco, unless," she added demurely, "I should suffer a re turn of my youthful malady." "Which would be doubly absurd. It'B like chlckcnpox. Ilnrlug had ono at tack, you arc thereafter Immune." They laughed gayly. On the terrace llttlo tables were set nd John renewed hla acquaintance with Stephen Ilampden, a short, stocky, pleasant voiced man, who In no way resembled tho marauding pi rate that rumor had him. Also with Mrs. Hampden, a lady who tolled not nor spun, but was always tirod and tnlked In a languid, honoyed voice. There were also Warren Dlake, sol emn and handsome, and his mother, a shy, faded old woman, frightened In the presence of "society folk," and not altogether happy in the Sunday splendor of best black silk and bon net. Mrs. Ilampden said Newport would be deprived of the Hampdens' presence that summer, because she had the new house to open nnd, more over, preferred to remain with her husband, who had Important business matters to oversee. "She means," Katharine whispered, "thet dad caught a tartar In Wall street." Later the Blakes rose to leave. War ren with surprising tact covering the awkwardness of his mother's fare wells, and then, unostentatiously gen tle, escorting her away. Hampden caught his wife yawning daintily. "Well, Maria, since you're so tired, we might as well go In and leave the e young people to themselves. The chaperon has ro standing in New Chel sea." After a languid good night to John Mrs. Hampden went, with an air of utter weariness, Into the houso. Hampden, however, for the space of one cigar, remained on tho torraco, chatting pleasantly, during which time John discovered that even Steve rtarnp den, hard driver of men and daring speculator, had a very likable side and took a mighty pride In his daugh ter. When tho cigar had been tossed away nampden rose, shaking hands cordially with John. "I'd better take my own advice. I have to work tomorrow, but don't you miss this fairy night. Come around often, John. And don't let this girl flirt the head from your shoul ders." "I'm already fearful for my peace of mind," John laughed. "But I shall come often, thank you." It would be evidence of an ofllcious surveillance to set down hero Just how often John Dunmeade journeyed to the Uflv houso behind the hedge. It was not, however, thanks to tho duties of his candidacy, as often as he would have liked. But there wero other matters de manding the nttentlon of John Dun meade, nominee for the ofllce of dis trict attorney by grace of the bosses' choice. Tor he saw an army, whose discipline and weapons and effective ness caused him to wonder, go forth to war. Not with pomp nnd panoply that was to come later. This was the tlmo for scout nnd reconnolssance, for tho drawing of maps, the seizing of strategic positions and for numbering the enemy. The enemy the people John perceived, inado no counter prep arations, did not even see the neces Sit'. Jeremy Applegate one day gave John a new joint of view. Jeremy was an old soldier, a crlpplo, and n clerk In the recorder's odlce. "I'm almighty glad," said Jeremy, "that for once I've got to work for a man I got some respect for. I'm a pretty specimen of citizen, ain't I?" he exclaimed bitterly. "I got a Job. Why've I got it because I'm fit for It? Guews you lawyers that havo to read my kinky hondwrlto know better'n that. It's becauso I'm an old soldier and a peglcg and tho kind of shrimp that'll go round whlnin' to his friends about his job go's to get them to vote tho ticket. Yesslr, I'm that kind. I lit for my country all right, but I did it because It was my duty, not so's to be able to get a job and beg for votes afterward. I was a man then. Now I'm a parasite. For nigh onto twenty years I'vo done It, because I can't make a llvln any other way, for good" men and bud men, for them I can re spect mostly for them I can't respect. I ain't allowed a mind of ray own uer n conscience, and every time I go cam palgnln I feel llko a pup. Do you know what it Is? It's hell, that's what it is." "What we need," sakl John, "Is civil service." "Civil service! They've got civil Br. Ice In the postofflco. Did you eve hear, of ajwstmastcr or hUlcrk ;hat wasn't th poIJttesT" nut a grumbling soldier often Is a good fighter; witness Jeremy on n i) otitic expedition. It begins at tho pstabllshmtnt of Silas Hicks, livery man. Jeremy, being a peglcg, cannot tramp tha weary miles ahead of him. n drives out Into tho country, brow wrinkled as bo marshals his argu ments, n has no oyes for tho calm lx'auty oi the afternoon. Ho pulls In tho JoRctnjf horso beside a Gold In the middle of which a man Is seen driving a hayrake. In response to Jeremy's hall tho man descends from hla seat and walks slowly over to the fence. "Howdy, comrade," says Jeremy. "Howdy, Jeromy." "Oood harvestln' weather." "Purtjr good," comrade agrees. There Is not a cloud in tho sky. "Smoke?" suggests Jeremy. From a bulging pocket he draws forth a cigar girdled by a gaudy rod and gold band. They arc very good cigars, costing 910 the hundred. At homo roposo throe lioirp of them, recently purchosed. Jeremy has needed a new suit and his wife a new dress for more than a year. These luxuries, however, must lie postponed. The farmer holds the cigar to his noee. sniffing approvingly. "I'll keep It till after suppnr." He deposits It carefully on tho bottom rail of the fence beside his water Jug. Jeremy resorts again to tho bulging pocket "Keep that and smoko this fiow," he offers generously. The farm- tr lights the cigar. From another pocket Jeremy draws forth his own n-eed. This pocket Is not so well filled ind contains only "three fers" for Teremy's own consumption. After further preliminaries Jeremy jpens Are. "S'pose you're goto' to git Into line this fall, same as over, comrade?" ho remarks casually. The farmer leans on the fence In an attitude suited to comfortable argu ment. "Well, I don't know's I am." "With Johnny Dunmeade on the ticket?" "I'll vote for him. no's all right. Does my law work. I don't think much of the stnto ticket, though." Forthwith Jeremy launches Into a passionate defense of his party, in which the tariff Is freely mentioned. Ilofercnce is made also to tho days when comrade nnd he shared blankets together on the red soil of Virginia. He talks rapidly, dreading to hear the argument which he cannot answer. Comrade is not unimpressed, but Is far from conviction. "Well, I don't know," he says slowly. And then brings forth the thing that has been haunting Jeremy's nights and days. "I'm bothered some about that trust company business. Looks to me ns If some of Murcholl's politicians was at the bottom of it. When they git to foolln' with our banks, it's time to make a change. If we let 'em go on, how'm I to know that my bank nlu't mixed up with 'em?" There is a silence, while Jeremy braces himself for his duty. "I know, it It's been botherln' me, too. But," ho looks awny and tries manfully to keep tho whine out of his voice, "I'm askln you as a favor to mo to ovr look It. They've served notice on me that I've got to briug In my list for the whole ticket or my job goes." Thero is another silence, a longer ono, while the farmer chews tils cigar reflectively. "Well," he saya at last, "I'd like to do yo a favor, Jeremy. I'll think it over." CHAPTER IV. The Nazarite. ANY years before there had come to New Chelsea a shop herd to lead the Presbyterian flock and to die, leaving his wlfo, a shy, plain little woman, and her son, to struggle with the problem of existence. Sho must havo strug gled effectively, for Now Cholsen boars witness that never was rocourso had to Its ready charity. Soroo credit roust be glvon to tho son who, when public schooldays were ovor, bent himself to tho problem; a moon faced lnd who blinked uncomprehendlngly at tho teasing and pranks of his former schoolmates. Slow, patient, unobtru slvo, of the sort that despite sundry tlmo honored maxims usually finds recognition reluctant, ho yut won It quickly. When those of his generation whoso fathers had been able to provldo college education returned on tho throshold of manhood to begin life, they found Warren Wako alroudy. In the eyes of his nelghlors, a success assistant cashier of tho bank and own er of cortaln small mortgages, but not at all boastful over It Ho continued even when ho bocamo cashier, modest ly unaware that ho had bocomn model young man. no was n literal man who took all things seriously, his duty to his bank, ULh treasurersblp of tho Presbyterian church, no was rarely known to laugh. After thlrty-flvo years' acquaintance New Chelsea had found no explanation of him. It was admitted that oven Judge Dunmeade, who had a liking for sonorous phrases, had failed with his "triumph of tho commonplace vlr tues." And It continued to choose Warren Blako as treasurer for those organizations requiring such on ofllcor, oxocutor of Its last wills and testa ments and trustee of Its estates, of which trusts ho always rendered prompt and exact accounts. And now, all New Chelsea know, ho and Stephen Hatupdon wero organlz lug a company of fabulous capitaliza tion to work tho coal fields, Ono morning In mid July Warren was as usual at his desk. Tho day bad already bpcome Jipi and jtljllajr. Tho clerks nt tho counter grtmtfrtea prof&noly at tho rule, promulgated by Warren, that forbado thorn to appear eoatloss, and glanced envkjiwly through tho plate claw partition at tho cashier, rory handaomo and cool looking In his lbjut gray suit, soclcd and nocktlo to match. He was reading, with a slow caro that overlooked no syllable, tho papers on the desk. When ho had read them ho arranxrod thorn In two neat lit tie piles, which ho labolod "Options Granted" and "Options Refused." Aa thLi task was completed Stephen Ilampden entered tho bank, with a pleasant nod In reply to tho olorks' re spectful greeting. Ho made hk way Into tho cashier's ofllco. "Phowl" ho whistled, drawing n chair up to the desk. "It's n hot day, Isn't it? Have yon tlio options?" Warren pushed the two piles of docu ments toward him. At ono nampden merely glancod; tho other, "Options Rfuod," ho oponcd nnd rend rapidly "H-m-ml All Deer township proper tics. Why won't thoy sign?" "They want cash, not stock, for their coal." "Did you point out to them tho pros pective value of the stock and tho ne cessity of being all In one company to prevent prico cutting and tho opportu nity to Improve tho community by opening up a new business?" "I did. But we're not trying to Im prove tho community; we're trying to mako money for ourselves." "I'm afraid, Warren, you were the wrong man to send after thoso op tlona." "I was," said Warren calmly. "I told you so at first. I'm not n clever talkor." "I don't want to tie up any more cash m this than I havo to. How would It work to send John Dunmeade after those option? We could make him at torney for us and the company and give him stock. What do you think?" Warren took several minutes to con sider this suggestion. "He can do It If any ono can," ho said at last "Ho Is wry popular among the farmers. Ev erybody likes him. I like him, too, though he is always laughing at me." "Eh? Why does he laugh at you?" nampden inquired. "I don't know," answorod Warren evenly. "I shall ask him sometime. Shall I send for him?" "Yes." Warren opened tho door and sent one of his clerks with tho message. Then ho sat down, staring thoughtfully at the smoko from Hampden's cigar, nampden took up a pad and pencil and began to mako some calculations. "He won't do it," Warren said sud denly. Why not?" Ilampden looked up from hlB penciling. "He's honest." "Aren't wo honest?" Hampden de manded sharply. We're not sentimental," Warren answered calmly. "Ho is. We're try ing to take advantage legitimately, of course of tho farmers in a bargain. That's the thing ho likes to fight." "Not at all," nampden contradicted coldly. "This Is a straight business proposition, and I guess he'll not be sentimental when wo offer him, say, ten thousand In stock. We can let him have that much without losing control." "I don't think he'll take it," Warren insisted without warmth. "And he Isn't a fool. Ho doesn't need money. no's tho sort that peoplo take to, whe ther he has it or not. I'm not like that. I'vo got to have monoy to get people's respect. You're that kind too." Eli?" nampden stared, half amus ed, half angered by Warren's matter of fact explanation. Warren was not in the habit of talking of hlmscf. "Turn ed philosopher, havo you? You'd better stick to banking, where you're at home." A few minutes later John entered the bonk, nampden greeted him cordially. Warren listened patlontly whllo the other men used up a few minutes In pleasant preliminaries. They came at last to tho purpose of John's summons. "I suppose you've heard of our coal proposition?" nampden suggested. Yes." Thero will be a good deal of legal work in connection with It." In a few rapid, tcrso sentences nampden outlined his plan of organiza tion. Mindful of Warren's prediction and soclng John's faco rtow gravely dubious ho endeavored to mako his ex planation quite matter of fact "Of course," ho concluded, "you're familiar with tho details. There is nothing new In tho plan." "Wo don't know much about high finance in New Chelsea. But I read the papers somotlmes. It Is almost a classic, I should say," John replied. "Substantially tho plan of all pro motlo.ni" HapindeflErejal (Continued In Noxt Friday's Issue.) ON HONEYMOON WITHOUT BRIDEGROOM. A honeymoon trip without tho company of her husband was tho rather unusual oxporlonco of Mrs. Horace L. Keeler, a young brldo who arrived Friday from Honolulu on tho Sierra. But a few minutes hoforo the steamer cleared from tho Islaud port last Saturday tho marriage took placo and then with a quick parting kiss tho bride stepped aboard of tho steamer whllo her husband stood on tho dock and waived adieu. Tho husband expects to arrlvo on tho noxt steamer and will Join his brldo. Prior to her marrlago Mrs. Keeler was Miss Loulso Whipple and was employed as a trained nurso in Honolulu. Sho flrst met her hus band when called upon to nurso him through an attack of appendicitis, and it was not until Miss Whipple said that eho was going nway that Keolor took heart and popped tno question. 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