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. Son Francisco Chronicle,
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