PAGE SIX
THE CITIZEN, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1912.
BIS RISE
TO
POWER
By Henry Russell Miller,
Author of
"The Man Higher Up"
Copyright, 1911, by the Dobbs-Merrill
Company
SYNOPSIS
Senator Murcholl, leader of the Btnta
machine, and Sheehnn, local boss of Now
Chelsea, offer the nomination for district
attorney to John D.unmeado. Dunmeado
is Independent In his political Ideas.
Dunmeado will ncccpt tho nomination.
His father, a partisan judge, conjrratu
lates him. His Aunt Roberta urccs John
to call on Kathorlne Hampden, daughter
of a capitalist,
Kathorlno Hampden Is a worshiper of
success. She nnd John nro friends. Jere
my Applogato, a political dependent, cam
paisns for John and tho state ticket
In""N"ov Cfielsca" lives Warren Blake, a
model young bank cashlor, connected with
Hampden In "high finance." They try
without success for John's aid.
The rottenness of politics In his state
and party as revealed In his campaign tlls-e--Jchz.
H calls upon Jvatherlno.
The afternoon was 6poliea. into tier
face had cotuo n look nlinost of hard
ness, like tho swift shadow of 11 cloud
over tho fluids on a sunny day, the
absence of which had given her tho
sweet, frank glrllshncss. What had ho
to do with this girl to whom luxury
was a matter of courso? Why did her
Impatience with his Ideals troublo
him?
"Let us go home," she said.
They went to tho horses. From tho
beginning Crusader behaved badly.
"Bo carefull" ho cautioned her, as
they turned Into tho public road.
"That horse wants to bolt"
"I told you ho lacks common sense
6ometlmes," she laughed.
As though to Illustrate this saying
Crusader now began a series of short,
cramped plunges, rearing and tossing
violently to loosen the steel thing that
cut into his mouth.
She brought her crop stlngingl.v
down on the horse's flanks. Crusader
broke her grip on the reins, took the
bit between his teeth and, head low
ered, raced madly down the hill.
John did not stop to consider tho usc-
lessness of risking hl3 own life too.
Ills arm rose and fell continuously as
he tried to beat more speed Into his
horse to close the rapidly widening gap
between him and tho flying Crusader.
A turn of the road took her out of his
eight Thereafter to tho end of the
mad chase she was nlways Just beyond
tho next turn. lie was not a good
rider, and the wonder was that as ho
swung nt top speed around tho curves
In tho snaky road ho was not unseated.
Lightning's legs doubled and stretched
with a rapidity never before nnd never
again attained in his placid life, but to
John the space between tho pounding,
staccato hoof beats seemed endless
Tho blood throbbed heavily in his tern
pies, at every turn ho closed his eyes,
fearing to see n still, broken figure be
fore him. Vet to him Just then life
meant to find what he must And.
By a mlraclo tho descent was accom
nllshcd without mishap. Tho road ran
on n level for a few hundred yards
then began a long gradual climb of the
next hill. Lightning's steps lagged.
At a turn In tho road Just below the
crest ho camo upon tho panting Cru
sader standing with head meekly low
crcd. Seated on tho roadside was
Kathorlno coolly putting up her hair.
Lightning stopped of his own accord
John's blood rushed to his heart, lcav
Ing his face very white.
lie climbed weakly from tho saddle
and threw himself down besldo her.
"It was glorious while it lasted," she
said.
"Glorious!" ho stammered.
"Oh, I was frightened tool" Sho held
out n hand. It was shaking like an an
tumn leaf from which tho sap has be
gun to recede. "But you look worse
scared than I felt What did you think
whllo it was happening?"
He stared at her in a queer, dnzed
fashion. "1 I am trying to think what
I was thinking."
But ho knew ho knew!
Sho looked at him curiously, nnd then
Bhe, too, knew. Tho knowledge did not
displease her. Sho roso suddenly.
As he was leaving her at her homo
the said impulsively: "John, I'm sorry
J was so nasty about your mlsuuder-
standing with father. Won't you tell
mo what it Is about his business you
dislike? Perhaps if I had your point of
View"
But ho shook his head.
CHAPTER VI.
The Call.
HE Consolidated Coal company
was n fact, a Bplendld, epoch
making fact
Tho last stubborn holdout,
T
surrendering to narapden'a skillful ne
gotiations, to necessity and pressuro
of public opinion, had been led tri
umphantly into camp and on Ilamp
lien's terms. Among the hills west
of town things began to happen under
Us forceful direction. A spur from tho
railroad was being constructed. A vil
lage of rough shanties wus hastily
thrown together to house tho colony
of jnln.eraJh.ut jv.hs.jq. bo brought
later. An ntmosphero of businesslike
hasto jtorvaded Now Chelsea. Tho price
of reAl cstnto promptly ndvanood. Vi
sions of expansion, of prosperity, tilled
tho eye.
Crnnshawo ono day explained to
John why ho and his Deer township
neighbors had capitulated.
"Wo got to take what we can git It
takes a lot o' money to develop conl
lands. Ilampdcn has It an' we hain't
Wo found he'd got nil tho right o'
ways. If wo could lind any ono to
buy our coal, ho couldn't 'a' shipped,
ceptln' over Hampden's right o' way.
I don't like to bo held up. but It's my
only chance to leavo anything for my
children."
"I hope It will all turn out for the
best," said John, fearlng-ho hardly
know why that It might not so turn
out
"Seems like," said Crnnshawo, "tho
feller with money has the whip hand
over the feller with something to sell
or develop. Troublo Is, oven when we
know It's wrong, wo don't want to
chnngo It, hopln' that some dny It'll
give us a chanct to mako money the
same way."
"Oh, no!" John protested. "I'd hate
to believe that I can't bcllovo It.
Men nren't all of tho dog-eat-dog spe
cies." "Well." said 'HI, a little ashamed. "1
don't know as I bcllovo It myself.
Guess I'm a little peevish over beln
outbargained by Steve Hampden. I
wish," ho added thoughtfully, "you
could bo lawyer for tho company. It
looks Uko us farmers won't have much
say In tho business. I'd llko to have
some one on the lnsldo who could tell
us what's golu' on."
"No chance of that, 'IU. Hampden
doesn't think much of me." Ho did not
tell Crnnshawo why ho had lost tho
capitalist's favor.
Tho net result of his quixotism, ho
thought with sonio bitterness, was to
win nampden's hostility and to put
himself out of tho way of protecting
his farmer friends.
And late in October occurred his par
ty's rally.
It was necessary to marshal the
badly shnken party hosts. For into
Benton county had marched n young
man who, In a slnglo opposition speech,
broko through the defenses so pains
takingly reared by Jeremy Applegato
and his fellow soldiers. None other
than Jerry Brent A big, rawboned.
homely fellow, uncouth In manner and
sometimes in grammar, but with a
crude, passlonato eloquence that al
ways carried his audience with him.
ne had been a coal miner, a labor
organizer, and had, after a struggle
so common that description stales,
been admitted to the practice of law.
In all the thirty-five years of his life
the charge of material dishonesty had
never been raised against him; he was
still poor. And ho was counted n ris
ing man in the opposition party, not
with the connlvanco of his party
bosses, however. They considered him
n radical, unsafo nnd cardinal crlmo
in an honest and unmanageablo young
man ambitious. Respectable people
sneered at his "antics." It was said
that his eyes were 41xed on tho next
nomination for governor. Even with
this suspicion rankling in their minds
tho bosses dared not so popular was
ho among labor men refuse him op
portunity to speak during the cam
paign. John, nn Inconspicuous listener,
heard Brent's Benton county speech.
It troubled him. It seemed to him
unanswerable. Brent, it was trur,
dealt In terms of suspicion, not of
facts, but It was a suspicion that
found n swift echo in tho hearts of his
audience no frankly said as much.
"Wo don't govern this state," said
Brent "Ono man, Murchell, picks out
our officers and tolls 'era what to do
while in ofilce. You people don't gov
ern Benton county. Ono man, Jim
Sheehan, Murchell's tool, chooses your
commissioners, your treasurers, your
sheriffs, your district attorneys." John
Winced. "And it's wrong, my God! It's
wrong!" tho orator cried passionately.
"It would be wrong, even If these
men were honest And I blame you
for It You haven't tho right to shovo
your responsibility on other men's
shoulders, nnd thoy haven't tho right
to take tho power."
Tho man's hot, rough eloquence
found a lodgment whero lenst expected
In John's henrr, already sensitized by
hU own discoveries nnd questionings
Jerry Brent was right
Tho oldest Inhabitant could not re
member when tho old party had been
so vigorously attacked. To stem the
tide of revolt John felt t strongly in
his canvass nn old time rally was to
bo held in tho squnro. Sheehan in
structed John as to tho part which the
latter was to play.
"You'ro to speak, nit 'cr up hard.
Tell 'em nil about U3 beln' tho friend of
tlie farmer. It's your chanco. Parrott
and Sherrod'll bd thoro. Pnrrott's no
slouch of a speaker, but you can beat
him. Farmers liko n good speech."
"I don't know that I caro to mako
tho speech."
"Don't you want to bo elected?"'
Sheehan demanded.
"I guess so. Yes," with midden vigor
and a short laugh that Sheehan did
not understand. "I do."
"Well, then, play up your inde
pendence. Tell 'om thcro's no strings
tied to you."
"I can tell them that-with truth."
Sheehan looked long nnd hard at
him. Then ho chuckled. "Of courso.
And don't forget tho stato ticket when
you'ro talkln'."
When ho was alono John fairly
writhed in his self contempt nnd hat
red of tho boss.
no prepared a flno speech, nnd then
camo tho night of tho rally tho pomp
nnd jonnaplv nt TO
We stand with John under the big
olm at tho northwest corner of tho
squnro. whero Main nnd North street
meet Before us 1h tho rough board
speakers' stand, hastily knocked to
TPther nnd liberally bederltrrt with
nags nna lithographs or Lincoln nnd 01
Beck, the candidate for treasurer. In
front nro ninny rows of pluo lynches.
Over nil falls the whlto splendor of the
full October moon, to be dimmed when
tho four kerosene torches guarding the
speakers' stand are sot flaring nnd
smoking, nnd by ninny other lights.
Debouching Into Main street from
other roads comes a steady stream ol
steeds, gaunt and strong and slow
moving as the human freight the)
draw, shying nwkwnrdly nt tho lights
(lashed In their eyes by reckless, mis
ehlevous boyn. The steeds are safely
hitched In various churchyards, and
the drivers gather in the squnro in
shifting, serious groups. Grndunlly the
square fills. A hoarse hum of voices
rlse3. Tho air becomes charged with
an unnatural excitement the sense ol
nn occasion bred of tho strange lights
nnd bustle nnd the presence of ninny
men. John between handshakes hns
time to feel It. Ills lagging soul, jaded
by much questioning, leaps forth sud
denly responsive. These men are the
people. Tho power of It the powei
nnd the glory! He thrills under a
sense of oneness with them. Murchell
nnd his machine, .Sheehan nnd his con
trol, seem far nwny, unreal, Impossible.
The candidates, properly nccluimed
and their party of distinguished citi
zens are on tho platform. Tho benches
n w flllml A emititl Mtnm ntniuld n fl-tntrnl
of men, mostly farmers, who in the
rush for seats have been too slow.
John, sandwiched In between Sheehan
and Congressman Jenkins, looks out
over the audience, a strange question
In his eyes. Ho is seeking a "reason,"
ns though It were to be found written
on tho faces of the men before hlin.
The speaking begins. After a short
preliminary speech tho chairman Intro
duces Beck, candidate for treasurer, as
inconsiderable now ns he will be when
In office. Then comes Pnrrott, a fa
mous corporation lawyer, whose fea
tures somehow suggest that he is well
named. He Is adept in the use of those
phrases which elicit enthusiasm, but do
not convince. After him Mark Sherrod,
state senator, a tall, suave man with a
magnetic something nbout him. Oue
of his eyes has a slight cast and gives
his face a sinister expression which not
nil his undoubted attraction can re
move. He is a coming man. Already
a power In the big eastern city. It is
whispered that he Is planning to suc
ceed Beck In the treasurershlp. And
after him the Hon. G. Washington Jen
kins, congressman from the district,
Lincolnlan in figure, shrill and nasal ot
voice, but with the old campaigner's
fund of stories nnd a rough nnd ready
eloquence that catches the crowd In
splto of his time worn arguments.
The front seats roar their approval.
From tho fringe of farmers, Jim Shee-;
hau observes, comes only grim silence,
There is an uneasy sense that Jerry
Brent's suspicions have not been nn-,
wered.
Through It all John sat, hardly uiov- j
Ing. But within him was tumult. He I
was contrasting the grandiloquent, vir
tuous phrases with the machine ns ho
had seen it. And he knew that in tho
devious devices of which he could not
help hearing hints In his campaigning
ho had caught but a glimpse of the
thing tho machine. lie did not believe
that good employs evil to Its ends; by
its agencies a cause was to be judged,
lie sighted along the lino of those who
profited by It Sheehan, Beck, Parrott,
Sherrod, Murchell. The lino was lost
in the mist of his incomplete knowl
edge. This knowledge, his rankling
suspicions, Brent's questionings, rose
up to confront him, demanding a "rea
son." He could not find it. And tho
people the sturdy, patient, hard headed
men out there wore they such dolts as
to be fooled by the hollow mockery' be
ing nacted before them? Uo could
not believe It. And yet he he who
doubted was expected to play a part
in the mockery, to give tho lie to his
inner consciousness, to befog tho issue
in the mlnd3 of tho listeners, to take
his place in the ranks of the machine.
The speech In his pocket burned to the
skin.
The tumult was still raging when the
non. Wash Jenkins concluded his florid
peroration and tho applause died down.
Vaguely, as from a distance, John
heard the chnlrmnn Introduce "New
Chelsea's candidate" nud tho sudden
cheers that rose. Ho did not realize,
nlthough Parrott nnd Sherrod did, that
in the cheers was n quality not felt In
the other greetings that night. lie rose
mechaulcally. Ho hardly knew when
Sheehan, grasping his nrm, shouted
into his car: "Don't forget the state
ticket. Play It up hard!"
He stood silent beforo them. The
well conned speech, with its smooth
periods, tho dramatic climaxes, to
which his clear, llcxlblo voice lent It
self so beautifully, refused to bo ut
tered. Ho could not speak the lie he
had prepared; n "reason" ho had not.
At last wordB came, in a dry, sup
pressed voice. IIo did not meau to be
facetlouB, nud no ono laughed at his
grave, protesting irony.
"Wo havo heard tonight of the past
glories of our party, nnd of glories
that aro of tho nation. I shall not re
pent, lest repetition dull their point.
I havo been asked not to forgot tho
state ticket, In fact, to play it up hard.
I need hardly sponk for tho gentle
men who have so eloquently spoken
for themselves, I prcsumo they do not
wish, to bo saddled with responsibility
for nny of my shortcomings, nor do I
wish to bo Judged by theirs. I am n
caudldnto for oillco. If you think mo
tho sort of man to administer that of
flco honestly nnd well, without fenr or
favor, nnd ns my own rnnn, I shall be
happy. If you don't think that, you
tuklluvn that rv nartv'u litatnrt
will make mo nn nonesi oiricmi. Anu
thnt'a nil I can say."
Ho turned nnd walked toward till,
renr of tho platform. The allenco con
tinned. SUck Jnws fell Blacker. Tho
fringe of farmers stood motionless, be.
wildered, slow to grasp the signifi
cance of the short speech. Through
the silence the voice of Jim Sheehan,
first to recover presence of mind, enr
rled over the crowd to Mnln street.
"For God's sake start a tuno or
something!" Thin to tho band.
Some ono laughed. The band began
to piny "When Johnny Comes Mnrch
Ing Home," of all tunes! People began
to rise from their scats. It was not
necessary for tho chairman to an
nounce the end of the meeting.
On the stnge John fneed n wrathful
tnblcnu Parrott, Sherrod nnd Slice-
"Don't forget tho stato ticket. Play it
up hardl"
ban. "What tho h 1" began Sheehan,
but the suave Sherrod. minus his
suavity, Interrupted. "What do you
mean? If you can't support the ticket
you had no right to speak at all. Yon
abuse courtesy, young man."
"Not yours, at any rate," John an
swered, and walked from1 the stage.
lie made his way quickly behind It
and out around the crowd, no was
dazed at his own net. A heavy sense
of treachery was upon him, yet ho
could not have done otherwise. He
had not eyes for the curious glances,
many of them more friendly thnn ho
could then have believed, cast toward
nlm "Walking swiftly with eyes cast
down, he would have passed without
noticing the fashionable trap in front
of his home had not a voice from it
called to him.
"John, John!"
CHAPTER VII.
Tho Wilderneis Road.
E stopped and stared at her In
astonishment. "Katherlno!
What aro you doing here?"
"Listening to the speeches,
of course. I wanted dad to come along,
but he Bald no, his Interest In politics
was practical, not sentimental, and he
preferred to take his vaudeville
stralcht. He wns In quite a bad
humor because I wanted to come. But
I nm here."
"I wish you hadn't come," he said,
still in n daze.
"That's kind, I'm sure." She tossed
her hend in burlesque hauteur. "In
stead, you might offer to drive home
with me. Williams can stay here and
drive back when you return."
He shook his head. "I'd better not."
ho muttered. He still wnnted to got
nwny by himself to think.
"Please!" She leaned forwnrd nnd
urged him softly. "It's our Inst chance
for n good chat. Wo go nwny tomor
row morning."
lie tried honestly to resist, feeling
Instinctively sho spelled danger nnd
that every hour with her added to the
danger. But ho made tho mlstnke of
looking at her. Always sho was re
veallng some new chnrm for him and.
despite his inner wnrnlng, now bred In
him a sort of recklessness. He culled
himself n weakling, a fool that played
with fire. And. so styling himself, he
assented. Soon they had left the town 1
behind them and were bowling along
the moonlit road.
John, letting tho rally and the prob
lem It presented drift into tho back
ground, gave himself up to a reckless
enjoyment of tho hour. The white
splendor of the moon, undlmnied by
smoky torches, tho silent majesty of
tho hills with their Bhadows and silvery
sheen, nlone were real. The crowd of
faces peering Intently nt him through
tho half gloom, tho strugglo within
him as ho stood beforo them, his ironic
rejection of the part assigned him.
seemed unreal, creatures of u fantastic
dream. And the girl besldo him, like
him smitten into silence, wns real, very
real.
"It seems," sho snld, "that I must
always tnko tho aggressive. But then
you nover hunt mo out so what can
I do? I supposo most peoplo would
call mo unwomanly. Do you think mo
that?"
"I do not," ho answered unsteadily.
"You can't expect tho bonoflclary to bo
critical."
"Do you mean that, I wonder? Or
la It only your nlco way of letting mo
down easily? But I nm not conferring,
I am seoklng. A a frlcudshlp-such
as oursinenn8 a gceittileaj to ine."
Her volco dwindled nwny Into silence.
Ho wns hard put to It to keep n tight
grip on himself, to fight down tho long
ing surging within htm. Insistently he
tried to think of her as sho was, nn
unformed woman of essential selfish
ness, of genurous cnprlces. He had not
yet found tho solution to tho problem
presented to him by his campaign, but
ho folt blindly that It was leading him
Into paths whither sho would not fol
low, Into which he, If he yielded to his
longing, would not could not go
nlone. Ho hnd aotnctlmes thought he
felt In her that which would carry her
to great heights; yet ho know she wns
now of the earth, earthy. She wns n
croature of luxury. Ho thought of his
last year's Income nnd lnughcd un
pleasnntly. "Why this sudden hilarity?" sho de
manded. "It's a joke I've Just thought of you
wouldn't appreciate It."
"Was it," sho pressed him "was It
about your speech tonight?"
"Indirectly, I supposo," he replied.
"Will you tell mo about that? It was
tho reason ono reason why I wanted
you to come home with me. I'm of
two minds about It. Of course, I didn't
understand what It was all about, ex
cept that you were expected to pay far
more and something different. Any
ono could see that the men on the
platform were ngry. But ono had the
feeling that somehow you were finding
nnd assorting yourself doing some
thing rather splendid. I know It made
Aunt Bobertn begin to snuflle sho said
It wns a cold in her head. I heard ono
man near us a big, hulking farmer
say, 'By Joshua! I always thought
there was conslder'hle of a man under
that white skin of Johnny Dun
mende's.' He didn't mean to be funny.
I think. Another, a different sort of
man, laughed and said, 'Now that's
tho cleverest move yet. It's a grand
stand play, but It'll make him if he's
big onough to follow It up. It'll got
him a following.' "
Sho looked up at him Inquiringly.
He saw again tho eager interest in her
eyes.
"It was neither splendid nor crafty,"
he said grimly. "I was expected to
rant nnd lie about the virtues of can
didates I've no faith In, cover up a lot
of things that, It seems, can't be an
swered. I had that speech ready. But
when It came to tho point 1 couldn't
say It. That's all. Sheehan nnd the
organization will probably knife me
under cover and beat me If only ns a
horrible example to the next young
man who happens along with a work
ing conscience."
"Why," she exclaimed incredulously,
"that would elect your opponent,
wouldn't it? Senator Murchell won't
allow It, surely."
"Senator Murchell will be the first to
recommend the knifing," he laughed
shortly. "I begin to suspect that the
senator Is a false god."
"What have you against the candi
dates?" "It's rather against tho forces behind
them. Bad methods and general sus
picion, I guess. I probably couldn't
make it clear."
"Just that? I do not think," sho said
slowly, "that I like it, after all. I'm
disappointed In for you."
"Would you havo me Ho? For that's
what It would amount to."
"Oh," sho cried, "that's not a fair
way to put It. I'm so ambitious for
you! That's unwomanly, too, I sup
pose, but I don't care. I nm nmbltlous
for you. And I do so admire the men
who get along! And in politics you
could go so far. You have Senator
Murchell's friendship. You don't know
how much he admires you. And you
have brains and popularity. Do you
know what I would do if I wero n man
llko you? I would go into politics seri
ously. I would mnster methods nnd
conditions nnd adapt them to my pur
pose. I would keep on until tho organ
ization wns mine. And then when my
power was securo I would remove, lit
tle by little, tho evils I saw, and when
I had finished and measured my com
promises against the good I had done 1
know the balanco would bo in my fa
vor."
But ho merely smiled bitterly. "And
I suspect that by tho time I'd got the
power in the fashion you describe, I'd
hnvo become tho sort of man that
doesn't use his power for good."
"What nro you going to do nbout it?"
"About the election?" no shrugged
his shoulders In indifference "Let 'em
bent mo, I suppose. I haven't thought
ahead as r as tomorrow."
(Continued In Nexc Friday's Issue.)
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E. T. BROWN,
DENTIST.
Ofilce First floor, old Savlnns Rnnt hnllrl.
Inc. Honesdale. l'a.
R. BRADY,
DENTIST, HONESDALE, TA.
1011 MAIN ST.
Citizens' Phone.
Physicians.
PB. PETERSON, M. D.
. 1120 MAIN STREET, HONESDALE, PA.
Eye and Ear a specialty. The fitting ot class
es elven careful attention.
IIVERY
F. G. RICKARD Prop
1'IKST-CLASS WAGONS,
RELIABLE HOUSES.
Especial Attention Given to
Transit Business.
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HEACHLAKE.
AUCTIONEER
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rs STATE.
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ArGhitecl and Baler
Plans & Estimates
Furnished
Residence, 1302 EastSt.
R 65 YEARS'
EXPERIENCE
Trade Mark3
Designs
Copyrights &c.
Anyone sending a sketch and description may
qutcklr ascertain our opinion free whether an
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JOSEPH N. WELCH
Fire
Insurance
The OLDEST Fire Insurance
Agency in Wayne County.
Ofilce: Second floor Masonic Build
ing, over C. C. Jadwln's drug store,
Honesdale.
( We wlsn to secure a good
correspondent in every town
in Wayne county. Don't be
afraid to write this office for
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. - KARA A J OVE