Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, December 25, 1912, Page 8

4 + ~—— ; | i HilS RISE OWER By Henry Russell Miller, Author of “The Man Higher Up” Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrill Company PROLOGUE. Reader, here isa live, gripping, absorbing romance of politics— not the politics of a decade ago, but 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 greatmo- 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 large power of the author are even more notable than in ‘‘The Man Higher Up,” Mr. Miller's preceding novel. CHAPTER III. Sunset. BUTLER answered John’s ring and on inquiry informed bim that the ladies of the Hampden family were not at home. “Will you wait, sir?” “No.” And John terned away. He walked out into the country across the bridge at the confluence of Nortb Branch and South Branch. where rises Grant’s Knob. He followed the path that leads, corkscrew fashion. to the crest of the knob. and there. in the thick of the shade of a big walnut. leaning against an old bowlder that had crowned the knob longer than John could remember, sat the object of his quest. He had an instant to look at her be- fore she observed him. and smilingly he availed himself of it. And very charming. very alluring she was to his eyes in her light summery gown and the big. soft leghorn hat with its flow- ers and leaves dancing in the breeze. An open book lay in her lap, but she was not reading. Through half closed eyes she was gazing dreamily at the hills that marched away into the blue distance. He took a step toward her. heard him and looked up. “Hello!” he said “Good afternoon.” ‘was very coo! indeed. “Of course if you don’t want me to stay “It isn’t my bill.” He laughed ‘outright. never wary. it seems.” he remarked. “Effective. though. Queer, isn’t ‘it, how attractive a girl becomes when She Her salutation “Her tactics she puts on that frigid. speak to me if | you dare manne’ “You were very stupid not to know me the other day.” }- “But I remembered you"— “You mean you forgot al] about me.” —“as an impudent. long legged. frec- Kled tomboy with red hair while you”— j He paused deliberately. “My hair was never red,” coldly. Suddenly the clouds broke away. She teturned to him with a laugh. “Oh, | can’t keep it up. But where did you get your courage? You weren't nearly 0 brave the other morning. I've been here six days. Why haven't you come to see me?” 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 J am about to receive.” “] do—surprisingly so.” he responded promptly. “You needn't be so surprised.” she re- terted. “I was always rather present- able in spite of the freckles, only you ‘wouldn't condescend to notice it. You didn’t like me.” “But you were such a pesky little muisance, you know. Let me see,” he added refiectively, “that was—yes, it’s ween ,ten «years since | last saw you. ‘Not. counting the other morning, of ” she replied “No, eight.” she corrected him. “You aw me after the big game, the time you saved the day. You walked right ‘by me, looking straight into my eyes, gnd never recognized me. You were too anxious to reach Adele Whitting- ‘ton and be made a hero of by her. She ‘was as proud as—as I'd have been if Thad the chance—to exhibit you.” was only eatf Wave wind T “have quite re- | covered. Quite: So while the golden Stiemiebi waned they exchanged pleasant nonsense. His spirits rose unaccountably. He wax very boyish. very gay. Sometimes they rose to half serious discussion that skipped lightly and :.udaciously about from peak to peak of human know!l- edge. She had traveled much with ber father. who. it appeared. had “really learned bow to travel.” having to make the most of his limited leisure. knew places not starred in Baedeker— quaint, obscure corners of the earth. full of color. John helped out this part intelligent. She was pleased to com- mend his interest. been there. You would enjoy these places, | know. Not every one does. sometime.” | “I'd like to very much. But.” he an- | swered simply, “I'm afraid it will be a long, long time before | can afford it.” She turned and surveyed him thought- fully. “Now. | like that—the way you said it, | mean. You speak of it in such a matter of fact way. as though the lack or possession of money were really of no great importance to you.” “It slipped out,” he confessed. “I! don’t like to seem to pose. | make enough for my immediate needs. of course. and some day | expect to have more—though not wealth as you prob- ably measure it.” “I'm not sure whether it is really important to me. 1! do not like the things it buys. But even more | like to think of the power it represents. It’s that and the game of getting it that makes men want money in large quantities. Don’t you think so?” He remembered certain rumors he had heard concerning Stephen Hamp- den’s rise to wealth and he put a guard upon his lips. “T don't know much about it, I fear,” which was entirely true. “After col- lege I went to law school, then settled here. The family name and father’s being a judge helped me to a quick start. | suppose. Since then I have done about as well as the average young lawyer in a small town. That is all. It is very commonplace.” “That doesn’t explain why you are ‘wanted by a whole county. It’s your chance to escape the commonplace, isn’t it? Popularity means power and power is splendid always—I’m primi- tive. you see. 1 would use it, revel in it, make it lift me 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?” “The wisdom of twenty-three!” laughed. “Oh. you won’t take me seriously! Dad says 1 have the most intrusively he Tegether They Went Slowly Down Into the Valley. executive mind he ever met. He is very nice about it’ He often asks me what I think of things and men”— “and then forms-his own opinions?” “That,” she sighed, “is the disap- pointing fact.” “Did you plan that?’ He pointed to ‘@ grove of trees on the crest of East ridge, through which gleamed the white stucco walls of that palatial resi- dence so frequently mentioned in the Globe. “Yes. Do you like it?” “I haven’t seen it except at a dis- tance. But why in New Chelsea?” “Why not?” she argued, with spirit. “Aren’t our hills as beautiful as the Berkshires and the air.as fine? Why shouldn’t we enjoy the place the money comes from? Dad says.a lot of money ts to come from this valley in the next few years.” His face became suddenly grave Thinking of her last words. he looked down at the quaint, old fashioned. drowsing town that lay at the foot of the knob. Far away across the hills hovered a perennial cloud. smoke of Plumville’s mills. Already it was be- ing whispered that the sudden return of the captain of finance. the building of the big house with its air of perma- nence, were not without commercial John was a young map {tl was thinking of New Chelsea.” he said dryly. “So the old order chang- eth. The world of fashion and finance comes :i-knocking ut our door Our — valley is to be capil: She | of the talk with questions more or les= | “One could almost believe you had i I'd love to visit. not do, them with yon | whose fathers have toiled close tu the soil, eager, palpitating with life. for life. He wondered curiousiy what manner of woman she was. what lay under the precocious hardness that could see only the picturesque in a ramshackle, poverty stricken Italian village and could dismiss with a care- jess laugh the fate of a chick in a hawk’s clutches. The line of shadow passed the sum- mit of East ridge. The valley lay in twilight. They watched until the sun sank. “Shall we go down?” | Together they went slowly down into ‘the valley and its twilight to her bome. “We have now seen.” she said. “a sunrise and a sunset together.” | “*And the evening and the morning were the first day.’’’ he quoted smil- ingly. “1 wonder what the next day holds.” “Aunt Roberta.” he laughed, “hopes that I'll fall in love with you.” “How perfectly absurd! Although it might redress the balance, unless,” she added demurely, “1 should suffer a re- turn of my youthful malady.” “Which would be doubly absurd. It’s like chickenpox. Having had one at- tack. you are thereafter immune.” They laughed gayly. On the terrace little tables were set and John renewed his acquaintance with Stephen Hampden. a_ short. stocky. pleasant voiced man. who in no way resembled the marauding pi- jrate that rumor had him. Also with Mrs. Hampden, a lady who toiled not nor spun, but was always tired and talked in a languid. honeyed voice There were also Warren Blake. sol- emp and handsome. and his mother. a shy, faded old woman, frightened in the presence of “society folk,” and not altogether happy in the Sunday said Newport net. Mrs. Hampden Presence that summer, because she over, preferred to remain with her husband, who had important business matters to oversee. “She means.’ Katherine whispered, “that 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 these young people to themselves. The chaperon has no standing in New Chel- sea.” After a languid good night to John Mrs. Hampden went. witb an air of utter weariness, into the house. Hampden, however, for the space of. one cigar. remained on the terrace. chatting pleasantly, during which time John discovered that even Steve Hamp- den, hard driver of men ahd daring speculator, had a very likable side and took a mighty pride in his daugh- ter. When the cigar had been tossed away Hampden rose, shaking hands cordially with John. “Yd 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 shou! ders.” “I’m already fearful for my peace of mind.” John laughed. “But I shall | come often. thank you.” surveillance to set down here just how often John Dunmeade journeyed to the ugly house behind the hedge. It was not. however. thanks to the duties of his candidacy, as often as he would have liked. But there were other matters de manding the attention of John Dun- meade, nominee for the office of dis- trict attorney by grace of the bosses’ choice. For he saw an army, whose discipline and weapons and effective- ness caused him to wonder, go forth to war. Not with pomp and panoply— that was to come later. This was the time for scout and reconnoissance, for the drawing of maps. the seizing of strategic positions and for numbering the ‘enemy. The enemy—the people— John ‘perceived. made no counter prep- Presa did not even see the neces- Jeremy Applegate one day gave John a new point of view. Jeremy was an old soldier, a cripple, and a clerk in the recorder’s office. “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 l got it—because I’m fit for it? Guess you lawyers that have to read my kinky handwrite know better’n that. It’s because I’m an old soldier and a pegleg and the kind of shrimp that'll go round whinin’ to his friends about his job so’s to get them to vote the ticket. Yessir, I’m that kind. I fit 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 Tm a parasite. For nigh onto twenty years I’ve done it, because I can’t make a livin’ any other way, for good men and bad men. for them I can re- spect—mostiy for them I can’t respect. 1 ain’t allowed a mind of my own ner a conscience. and every time I go cam- paignin’ I feel like a pup. Do you know what it is? It’s ‘hell. that’s what it is.” “What we: need.” said John, “is civil service.” y “Dirt sereer Bey gs ice. in you ever, splendor of best black silk and bon- | would be deprived of the Hampdens’ | had the new house to open and, more- | It would ‘be evidence of an officious | scouting ‘It begins at the ootapliatmeent ‘Silas Hicks. livery- Jeremy. being a pegieg, cannot tramp the weary miles ahead of him. He drives out into the country, brow wrinkled as he marshals his argu- ments. He has no eyes for the calm beauty of the afternoon. He pulls in the jogging horse beside a field in the middle of which a man is seen driving a hayrake. In response to Jeremy’s hail the man descends from | his seat and walks slowly over to the fence. “Howdy. comrade.” says Jeremy. | “Howdy. Jeremy.” “Good harvestin’ weather.” “Purty good.” comrade agrees. is not a cloud in the sky. | “Smoke?” suggests Jeremy. From a bulging pocket he draws forth a cigar girdled by a gaudy red and gold band. They are very good cigars. costing $10 the hundred. At home repose three boxes of them. recently purchased | Jeremy has needed a new suit and his wife a new dress for more than a \year. These luxuries. however, must | be postponed. The farmer holds the cigar to bis nose, sniffing approvingly. “I'll keep | it til] after supper.” He deposits it carefully on the bottom rail of the fence beside his water jng. Jeremy resorts again to the bulging pocket. “Keep that and smoke this now.” he offers generously. The farm- er lights the cigar. From another | Pocket Jeremy draws forth his own | weed. This pocket is not so well filled and contains only “three fers” Jeremy's own consumption. After further preliminaries Jeremy’ | opens fire. “S’pose you're goin’ to git into line this fall, same as ever, comrade?” he temarks 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?” “Tll vote for him. He's ai! right. | Does my law work. I don’t think | {much of the state ticket, though.” | Forthwith Jeremy launches into a | passionate defense of his party, in which the tariff is freely mentioned. | Reference is made also to the days | when comrade and 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 as if some of Murchell’s politicians was at the bottom of it. When they | git to foolin’ with our banks, it’s time } to make a change. If we let ‘em go on, how’'m I to know that my bank }ain’t mixed up with ‘em?” There is a silence. while Jeremy braces himself for his duty. “I know. It—it’s been botherin’ me, too. But,” lhe looks away and tries manfully to keep the whine out of his voice, “I’m askin’ you as a favor to me to over- look it. They've served notice on me \that I've got to bring in my list for | the whole ticket or my job goes.” There is another silence, a longer |one, while the farmer chews his cigar | reflectively. “Well.” he says at last, \do ye a favor. Jeremy. | over.” There for | “I'd like to Vi think it Conitnued Next Week | 1 | LONG HAIRED MEN. They Caused a Vigorous Protest In| Massachusetts in 1649. The following protest signed by Jo- | seph Endicott. governor; Thomas Dud- ley, deputy governor; Richard Belling- | ham, Richard Saltonstall, Increase Nowell, William Hibbins, Thomas | Flint, Robert Bridges and Simon Brad- street was published in Massachusetts in 1649: | “Protest. against wearing long hair, of the governor, etc., of Massachu- setts: “Forasmuch as the wearing of long | nair, after the manner of Russians and barbarous Indians, has begun to in- vade New England, contrary to the rule of God’s word, which says it is a shame for man to wear long hair, as also the commendable custom gener ally of all the godly of all our nation. until within these few years: “We, the magistrates, who have sign- ed this paper, for the shewing of our own, innocency in this behalf, do de- clare and manifest our dislike and de- testation against the wearing of such long hair, as against a thing uncivil and unmanly, whereby men doe de- forme themselves and offend sober and modest men and doe corrupt good man- ners. We doe therefore earnestly in- treat all the elders of this jurisdiction. as often as they shall see cause, to manifest their zeal against it in their public administrations, and to take | care that the members of their respec- tive churches be not defiled therewith: that so, such as prove obstinate, and will not reforme themselves, may have God and man to witness against them. The third month 10th day, 1649.” Diplomatic. “Am I all the world to you, Jack, dear?” she coved. “You are certainly a fair portion of it,” he told her and so made the classy double play of pleasing her and keep- ing to the exact truth—Boston Tran- script. Resigned. “Mrs. Dibble wears a resigned look.” “Yes. she'married Dibble she | Minn., are seeking the damages. | Creamery NBOUT THE STATE| News of Especial Interest to Minnesota Readers. BANKER IS SENT TO PRISON | Former Official of Winnebago Institu- tion Pleads Guilty to Charge of Grand Larceny. Harry W. Parker, former vice presi- dent of the Winnebago State Bank of Commerce, was sentenced in district court at Blue Earth to an indeter- minate term in the state prison for grand larceny. Parker, who was in- dicted recently for stealing, $2,000 from the bank, was arraigned and im- mediately pleaded guilty. The sentence calls for his serving from one to ten years at hard labor. Parker issued a statement blam- ing his inability to refuse his friends joans, no matter what their condition, in spite of the fact that many times his better judgment told him to re- fuse, and making a bitter attack on the state bank examiner’s department. Parker says that for two years he juggled the accounts of the bank, | pulled the wool over the eyes of the state bank examiners and managed to cover up his shortages and bad loans. “I want to repeat that I alone am responsible for the condition the State Bank of Commerce was in. Neither John Sharp, the president, ;mor G. A. Bassett, the cashier, had anything to do with it. I alone am guilty and ! will take my punishment without a whimper.” STEP TO REFORM COURTS Minnesota Governor Names Commis- sion of Twelve. As the first step in his plan to sim- plify’ court procedure and make ap- plication of the law more rapid and direct Governor Eberhart of Minne- sota named a commission of twelve well known jurists and attorneys to confer and make recommendations to be embodied in his message to the 1913 session of the legislature. Chief Justice Elect C. L. Brown is chairman of the commission and the personnel is as follows: Judge H. L. Brill, St. Paul; Judge W. E. Hill, Minneapolis; Judge H. B. Dibell, Duluth; Judge W. S. McClena- han, Brainerd; Attorney John G. Will- iams of Duluth, president of the State Bar association; Attorney Frank B. Kellogg, St. Paul; Attorney John B. Atwater, Minneapolis; Attorney Pierce | Butler, St. Paul; Attorney H. L. Smith, | Mankato; Attorney George P. Flan- Attorney H. C. | nery, Minneapolis; Carlson, Albert Lea. SUIT FOR TRIPLE DAMAGES Novel Minnesota Case Before Federal Supreme Court. Probably the most novel suit ever brought to the federal supreme court under the Sherman anti-trust law was argued before that tribunal when a trust in churns and butter workers was asked to pay threefold damages, or more than $400,000, for the alleged driving out of business of a com- petitor. D. E. Virtue and his.Owatonna Fan- ning Mill company of Owatonna, The Package Manufacturing company and the Owatonna Manufac- | turing company are the corporations charged with monopolizing the cream- ery supplies trade. The Creamery Package Manufactur- | ing company has plants in Mankato, Minn.; Mason City, Ia.; Portland and South Whitley, Ind.; Coldwater, 0O.; Elgin, Ill., and Lexington, Mo. CLAPP HAS TRUST REMEDY Senator Offers Bill Embodying Prin- ciples of Minnesota Law. An effort to put into the federa} laws the same principle of anti-monop- oly or unfair discrimination legislation now in force in South Dakota, Minne- sota, lowa and several other states is embodied in a bill introduced in the senate by Senator Clapp of Minnesota. The bill would prohibit corporations or firms doing an interstate business from selling goods in one locality cheaper than in another, except where freight charges justified the difference. The supreme court of tke United States recently upheld such a South Dakota law. NEGRO KILLED IN FIGHT Tragedy Follows Night of Hilarity at Minneapolis. William M. Lewis shot and instantly killed John Partee as the outcome of a quarrel in the home of Warren Jackson at Minneapolis in which the murderer claimed that Partee had in- sulted his sister-in-law. The shooting was the final act to a night of hilarity on the part of a group of colored men and women. After the shooting Lewis escaped to St. Paul, but was later taken into custody. 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