Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, December 18, 1912, Page 6

i HIS RISE POWER By Henry Russell Miller, Author of “The Man Higher Up” Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrili Company PROLOGUE. Reader, here isa live, gripping, absorbing romance of politics— | not the politics of a decade ago, bat the politics of ‘today. A young American of good fighting blood and hard, fixed ideals sets out to smash the political ma- chine of his state without com- promise with evil. The great mo- ment of his life comes when he must sacrifice his clean hands or ruin the father of the girl he doves. The creative genius and darge power of the author | are even more notable than in “‘The Man Higher Up,” Mr. Miller's erenetine novel. ' f CHAPTER II. The Theorist. |OHN went to’ the window, | where he watched the politi- cian until the swaggering fig- ure disappeared uround the Murchell, with a faint twinge corner. at his heart, saw the distaste plainly written on the young man’s face. The twinge was because the time had come to grind his young friend through the mills of the organization. The senator, who set a low value upon gratuitous services. proposed to make the grinding process worth while to the man who was to be ground. He was already forming vague plans of setting him on the road to high po- Hitical station. Perhaps John might even prove to be an Elisha, some day to assume a fallen mantle. To the portrait of the state leader al- ready painted we may add that William Murchell was a bachelor, a matter for which he is not to be censured too se- verely, since he once made an earnest effort to repair the condition. His had been a very simple romance. He had Joved, had laid himself and his aspira- tions at the lady’s feet and had been rejected. A short time afterward he 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 ambition, he quickly put an end to it and gave 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 a 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- chel] had met or heard something of John Dunmeade, a young man in whom he thought he saw a masculine replica of the woman of his romance. The wenator’s memory must haye been good, for she had been dead many years. He was seeing her that June afternoon. John returned to his chair. Murchell jJooked around at the dingy office. Over | the desk hung a calendar and another 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. | remember when your grandfather built and furnished it.” “Yes; I don’t like to disturb things, | thouch Aunt Roberta thinks it’s a fear- ful mess. Three generations of Dun- meades have used this office just as it is.” z “I used to come here to borrow books from your grandfather and talk poli- tics. He was a mighty smart man. He would have been governor during the war if he hadn’t died. He gave me my start.” “Yes,” John said idly. “Senator’— he leaned forward abruptly—“what do you think of Sheehan? Why don’t you, with al] your power, put men like Shee- han out of politics?” “Young man,” Murchell answered ryly, “if 1 were strong enough to put all the rascals out of politics I'd make the Almighty jealous. Are you going » to take the nomination?” “I hate to be under obligations to “You won't be under obligations—to Sheehan.” “I don’t want to be under obliga- tions”—John hesitated a moment—“to you. Something might come up that ‘would make me seem ungrateful.” ~ “Yi risk i” “But I’m not sure I’m the kind of i yen pe aprgagl ; it.” a little lately at “about some’ things. “That trust company uffair, for instance—it doesn’t look right. And then Sheeban— I can’t quite stomach his power. 1! don’t like to seem to criticise, senator. but it looks to me as though the sys- tem that allowed that trust company affair must be wrong somewhere.” “Tut, tut. young man! the senator answered, a trifle testily. “Don’t go fiying off at-a tangent with harebrain- ed theories about perfect systems.” John shook his head in troubled fash. ; ion. “I've got to figure that out in my own way, senator.” Murchell looked out of the window | into the square thoughtfully. It was a warm, listless day. There was noth- ing in the peaceful. indolent scene to tell him that the serene waters upon which be had sailed to power were to become « seething. passion lashed fury whose subsidence he would never see. | He knew only that the people, even— \sad example of the ingratitude of re- publics!—the people of Benton county. were stirring restlessly. asking ques- tion and criticising answers. But that would pass, as such ebullitions had al- ways passed! He pointed to the sleepy square. “You won't want to sit here looking out at that all your life. if you’re the man | take you for. You'll want to go out and make your place—a.big place—in the life of men. If you do you can't stop to hit every ugly bead that pops ap in your path. And you've 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 always have And be impersonal. Make use of enemies and { friends alike.” : Counsel to Laertes from an expert in life! ‘ “Even your friendship?" John inter- tupted quickly, smiling. “You'd be a fool if you didn’t,” Po jonius replied consistently. “Ym afraid.’ John sighed—“I'm afraid I'm that kind of fool. I sup- pose,” he went on, “I’m going to take the nomination. I do want to make a place for myself in the big life of men. But I want to earn it. not seize it be- cause I am strong enough or have it given to me by some other who is strong.” He hesitated. then contin- used: “It sounds absurd, | know, but something seems calling, compelling me into this. And I’'m—I’m afraid. | have the feeling that I am facing something to which | perhaps may not be equal. Senator Murchell, I ask you to tell me truly, is there any rea- son why a man who wants to come through clean should not go into poli- tics?” : “Absolutely none,” the senator an- swered promptly. And he added sin- cerely, with a pertinence the scope 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 Dun- meade, to the wheels of his organiza- tion. News travels swiftly and by myste- rious avenues in New Chelsea. 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, the judge’s sister, sniffed disdainfully. “Does that mean “You can’t stop'to hit every: ugly head that pops up.” pulling chestnuts out of the coals for Pussy Murchell? You better keep out of politics, John: There'll be troubie. I feel it in my bones.” “Roberta.” chided the judge, “it doesn’t lie in a Dunmeade’s mouth to speak disparagingly of one who has placed our family under such obliga- tions as has William Murchell.” “Meaning your judgeship, Pose.” 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- eret in the Dunmeade family that the judge aspired to end his days on the supreme bench of the state. He treated the jibe to the silence it deserved, and Miss Roberta, who did not ignore the value of the last word in a tilt. triumphantly rose from the table and left the room. Hugh Dun- meade was beld by bis neighbors and -hitherto bad been accounted by his son a good mun, a just judge and ap exemplory _citiven. His dicta, judiciny I sup- ea private. caries eréat WelaNT Ia the community. And he seemed troubled ‘by no questions of—not having formu- lated the disturbing doubt. John called it propriety. “I hope.” Judge Dunmeade contin- ued, “you aren't falling into your aunt's habit of looking a gift borse in the mouth.” “Then it—this nomination—will be a gift from Murchell?’ “You couldn't have it otherwise.” “And you see nothing wrong in | that?” “] myself should be glad to have his support for any office | might seek.” The judge regarded this answer as sufficient. “I’m glad you have it. It | shows his friendship for us continues. | And.” be cieared his throat signifi- cantly, “it augurs well for other hon- ! ors to—ahem—our family.” | Two little creases settled between | John’s eyes. Miss Roberta was a vigorous. spin- ster of sixty whose caustic tongue tried, not always successfully, to bide the kindly impulses of her heart. She | and a few equally violent friendships. into the sky. The prophecy of the morning’s red sunrise was about to be fulfilled: it was evident that a storm was brewing. “Steve Hampden.” Miss Roberta re- marked in a carefully casual tone, “is home. And Katherine,” she added. “Yes?” negligently. “You go and call on her. night.” “Can't I Go to- have”—he yawned—“an didn’t sleep mncb last night. Won't | she keep? She seemed healthy enough ¢he last time 1 saw her. Regular lit- dle red headed tomboy, she was.” “She mightn’t stay long.” Miss Roberta’s tone implied that this con- tingency would be little short of ca- | lamitous. “And Warren Blake is danc- | Ing after her already.” “Dear Aunt Roberta, Warren never in his life did anything so frivolous as dancing. Why are you in such a hur- Fy to have me fall in love?” “J don’t want you to grow old and crabbed and—and lonesome—like m« “Why—why, Aunt Roberta, I didn't | know you felt that way. You musn't. you know,” he said gravely, and pat- ‘ted her hand affectionately, from which unwonted demonstration she hastily snatched it away. He laughed. “There's time enough | for mating anyhow. I’m only thirty; and, besides, what could I offer a girl, even if 1 were so reckless as to fall in love?” “Yourself.” Miss Roberta could not entirely repress a hint of pride. “Those spectacles you're always los- ing must be rose colored. I’d want to offer something more than myself, Aunt Roberta—sometiing of achieve- ment that would prove'my worth. | | couldn’t love a woman who could care for a little. futile-man. When I've done something, then”— i ny. Don’t go into politics.” “V’ve got to. I don’t want to go all my life as 1 have done, drudging along for a little money, drying up in the 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 the im- agination, have called the sound Miss Roberta emitted a laugh. * . * * * * * Across Main street from the court- house square—scene of Daniel Web- ster’s famous speech. the war time demonstrations and the annua! rally— stands a red brick, white porticoed mansion in the style we distinguish as colonial. This house was built in the early thirties by Thomas Dunmeade, founder of New Chelsea, then in his eightieth year, a period of life when his thoughts should have been center- ed op heavenly glories. but were, in fact, busied with the cares and vani ties of this world. Thomas lived just long enough to install himself in the new house. Then he died in an apoplectic fit following {a choleric denunciation of Andrew | | Jackson. The title to the house de- | scended to the pioneer’s son, Robert, a | gentleman of parts, who, as founder | of the flour mills, brought commercial | consequence and as congressman for | |one term the honors of statesmanship | to the town of his nativity. judge of the house of Dunmeade. Miss Roberta and John were sitting | under a tree in the front yard. Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea. “I wonder,” |“how Steve Hampden liked the ser- | mon?” “He probably wasn’t listening.” “Warren Blake walked home from church with Katherine.” she remarked significantly. “She was there, then?” “Didn’t you see her?” “I heard the stir when she came in; but, strange to relate, I was more in- terested in the service, and I forgot to look her up after church.” “Why won't you go to see her?” Jobn rose with a sigh of resignation. “Aunt Roberta, you are a woman of one idea. 1 see I shall have no peace of mind until I’ve paid my respects to this gilded lady. I go!” He could never repress a smile when be saw the Hampden place. Almost within the span of his memory its evo- lution—it was always called a “place” —keeping pace with its owner's for- tune, had been wrought. The first house on that site had been a five room frame cottage, built just before the war when Stephen Hampden wax (GRAND RAPIRS HERALD-REVIEW , ene eto. was a lady of many violent dislikes jiron picket fence wa | Later in the evening she found Jobn | alone on the western porch staring up | appointment with the sandman. ! | | horsepower | His son | | was Hugh, the soldier and later the | It was | mused Miss Roberta, | army horseshoes. In the seventies. being then owner of Plumville’s lar- gest iron foundry. be inaugurated the eustom of returning to New Chelsea for the hot months. The little cottage was torn down. In its place was rear- ed a red brick house, liberally adorned with turrets and scroll work in the style of that period. The foundry grew—even outgrew its owner, whose taste. if not his talents. !ran to speculation rather than to pro- dnetion He sold out and went to the Steel city to pursue fortune via the | bourse and the reai estate market. In; | these days New Chelsea saw him and | his family only semioceasionally. The dignity of a “country place.” | New Chelsea heard that Steve Hamp- den had heen. admitted into the envi- added to the house: the removed and a | hedge planted in its stead. Not all the | architect's devices could make of the so ivy was | planted and trained to enshroud its ; Baked ugiiness A few vears with na- ture. assisted by the English garden- er, and the transformation was com- plete. But not enough. for New Chelsea | knew of another structure in course of | erection on the crest of East Ridge. to be the “palatial residence.” as the Globe took pleasure in reporting. “of | our fellow citizen. Stephen Hampden. who it is hoped wiil be often in our midst.” | Conitnued Next Week } Simply a Bad Actor. | The Lady—How did you come to be thrown out of employment? The Thes- pian—’Tis a sad but soon told tale, | madam. An ape-like audience threw | ancient eggs at muh; a mangy and mercenary manger threw muh down a | wings were | house a thing of beauty. threw mub out into the street, and a twice cursed taxicab threw mub twen- | ty feet. Thus it was, lady.—Judge. Evolution. tion?” “Yes,” replied Mr. Cumrox. “My own recollections of early days in the west remind me that many a sixty limousine can trace its financia! ancestry back to a ‘prairie echooner.’”—Washington Star. Spider’s Thread. would be long enough to reach around the earth. It would take ten pounds of it to reach to the moon and over 3,000 pounds to stretch to the sun. But to get a thread long enough to reach the nearest star would require half a mil- Hon tons. “I know what you're thinking, John- | Notice of Hearing of Petition for Survey Whereas, a petition has been pre sented to the Board of County Commis. sioners of Itasca County, Minnesota, ask. ing that said Board shali cause to be surveyed, located and staked out all section and property lines pertaining to Section 27, Township 57, Range 27, Itasca ‘County, Minnesota. Now, therefore, notice is hereby giv- en that. a hearing on said petition wil! be granted at a meeting of said board to be held at the county court house, in the village of Grand Rapids, on the 19th day of December, 1912, at 10 o'clock a. m. The owners of the lands to be affected by: such survey as they appear on the latest tax duplicates are as fol- lows: Gust Johnson, NE 1.4 of NE 1.4, Sec. tion 27, Towmship 67, Range 27. Welix Janner, SW 1-4 of NE 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 57, Range 27. Geo. N. Evans, SE 1-4 of NE 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Towmship 67, Range 27. Alex Hermanson NE 1.4 of NW 144, Section 27, Pownship 57 Range 27. Alex Mullin, NW 1.4 of NW 1-4, tion 27, Township 57, Range 27. Alex Mullin, SW 1.4 of NW 1.4, Sec- | tion 27, Township 57, Range 27. | J. E. Banon, SE 1.4 of NW 1.4, Sec. | tion 27, Towmship 57, Range 27. A. T. Reid, NE 1.4 of SW 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 57, Range 27. A. @. Reld, NW 1.4 of SW 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 57, Range 27. A. T. Reid, SW 1.4 of SW 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 67, Range 27. A. T. Reid, SE 1.4 of SW 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 67, Range 27. Geo. N. Evans, NE 1-4 of SE 1-4, Sec. tion 27, Township 57, Range 2i. . Reid, N W 1-4 of SE 1.4, Sec. Township 57, Range . Olson, SW of S 4, Sec. Township 57, Range 27 » Township 57, Range 27. By order of the Board of County Com- missioners, of Itasca County, Minnesota. Dated this 27th day of November, 1912 M. A. SPANG, County Auditor. H. R. Dec. 4.11.18. { Notice of Application for License to Sell intoxicating Liquors. Notice is hereby given that George ty Commissioners of Itasca county, ing Liquors for a period of one year from the 8th day of January, 1913. in the South Front Room on the Ground frame, ome and one-half story build. ing, situated on Block D, plat of Stan. ley, in the Town of Wirt, in said Itasca county. This application and any remonstrance or objections to the granting of the is ek in a certatn contract tox || house with the turrets bad attained the | Then | able and exclusive circle of million- | aires. With wealth and travel came taste. The “country house” was re- | modeled. The turrets were razed: flight of stairs; a dull witted doorman | “Of course you believe in evolu- | ‘The thread spun by a spider is s0 | (excessively fine that a pound of it Sec. | . Olson SE 1.4/0f SE 1.4, Séc.| Hauck has petitioned the Board of Coun. Minnesota, for license to sell Intoxicat. | floor of that certain combination log and BY COMMITTEE ‘Publisher Questioned by | Campaign Probers. NEVER SAW ORIGINALS. Submits Photographic Copies of | Standard Oil Letters to Certain Public Men, but Declares He Does | Not Know How They Were Secured. Washington, Dec. 18—William R. | Hearst produced before the senate ; campaign investigating committee several new letters bearing upon the alleged political activities of John D. Archbold and the Standard Oil com- pany. Mr. Hearst testified that he knew nothing as to the incidents re- lated in the letters, or the circum- stances under which Mr. Archbold | might have sent money to former | Senator Foraker of Ohio and former Representative Joseph C. Sibley of Pennsylvania, to whom some of the | letters were addressed. | The publisher was the chief witness | | at the committee’s short session. Two of the letters he produced had been made public in 1908, he said, in a speech at Columbus, O. They were from John D. Archbold and referred | to a projected loan of $50,000 to Sen- ator Foraker. Mr. Hearst told the committee he had been informed the money was repaid. The New York publisher told the committee at the outset that he had some other letters which had not been made public. He first produced the Photographic copies of the letters al- | ready published and identified them | for the convenience of the committee. Never Saw the Originals, Chairman Clapp asked Mr. Hearst if | he ever saw the originals of the let- ters published in his magazine. He said he was not certain, but he be- lieved he had only seen the photo- graphic facsimile copies. “Of whom did you get them?” | asked Senator Clapp. Mr. Hearst hesitated a moment. | “I am anxious,” he began, “‘to testi- fy very fully to everything in which I am personally concerned, and every- thing of interest to this inquiry. Do | you fee] that this is essential to the inquiry?” Senator Clapp replied that the au- thenticity of some of the letters had been questioned. | After members of the committee had insisted upon the information Mr. | Hearst responded that he got the cop- the four articles published in a maga- zine. He testified he did not know of whom Eddy procured the letters. Mr. Hearst then produced the sev- eral letters and telegrams. NAMED BY THE PRESIDENT Industrial Commission Created by Act of Congress. Washington, Dec. 18.— President Taft sent to the senate the nomina- tions of the nine members of the in- dustrial commission created by con- gress to investigate the relations be- tween labor and capital. The men named were: Representing the People—Senator George Sutherland of Utah; George B. Chandler, a member of the Con- necticut legislature; Charles Simon | Barrett of Georgia, president of the Farmers’ union. Representing Capital—Frederick A. | Delaney of Chicago, president of the Wabash railroad; Adolph Lewisohn, New York, merchant and philanthrop- ist; F. C. Schwedtman of Missouri, an | electrical engineer. | Representing Labor—Austin B. Gar- retson of Iowa, president of the Order }of Railway Conductors; John B. Len- non, treasurer of the American Fed- eration of Labor, and James O’Connell of the District of Columbia, vice presi- -| dent of the same organization The commission will choose its own | chairman. | |CONVICTS HUNT FUGITIVES Honor System Prisoners in Arizona Scour Mountains. Globe, Ariz., Dec. 18—Posses com- posed of “honor system” convicts are | ies of John Eddy of London, author of | scouring Gila, Graham and Pina coun- ties in search of two other convicts who broke their pledge and fled from the road camp in the Pina mountains. The men who escaped were Manuel Gutierrez, a life term convict, and a Papago Indian serving a term for horse stealing. One Killed; Twenty Injured. Chickasha, Okla., Dec. 18—An un- identified tramp was killed and twen- ty persons injured when two Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific passenger trains collided headon at Minnekab. State Representative Elect T. J. Brown is among the seriously injured. same will be heard.and determined by.saic| His skull was fractured. Board of County Commissioners, at thelr session on Tuesday the 7th day of January, 1913, at the Court House, in the Village of Grand Rapids, Itasca county, Minnesota. 4 M. A. SPANG, County ee: ‘Itasca County, Minn. ~ Dated December Sth, 1912." Severe Fighting in China. Amoy, China, Dec. 18.—Severe ‘fight- ing broke out among the various clans composing the population of this city. The government troops were unable to restore order. A large number of bis valties have hee eoperisi. 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