Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, January 1, 1913, Page 4

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PAGE TWO TIS RIS POWER i By Henry Russell Miller, Author of | “The Man Higher Up” 1 Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrill i Company PROLOGUE. Reader, here isa live, gripping, absorbing romance of politics— mot the politics of a decade ago, but the politics of today. A young American of good fighting blood and hard, fixed ideals sets eut to smash the political ma- shine 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 loves. 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 IV. The Nazarite. ANY years before come to New Ch 3 herd to lead the Presbyterian flock and to die, leaving his , 28 plain little woman, and her son, to struggle with the problem of existence. She must have strug gted effectively, for New Chelsea bears Witness that never was recourse had toi ady | ity. Some credit must be given to the son who, when public »idays were over, bent himself to problem; a moon faced lad who ked = uncompr di at the pranks of his former s. Slow, patient, unobtru- there had a shep- ach blin schoolmat aly of the sort that despite sundry tt honored maxims usually finds Tecognition reluctant, he yet won it quickly When those of his generation whose fathers had been able to provide a ¢ education returned on the 1old of manhood to begin life, they found Warren Blake already, in the eyes of his neighbors, a success, assistant cashier of the bank and own. certain small mortgages, but not ! boastful over it. He continued, even when he became cashier, modest ly unaw that he had become a model young man. He was a literal man who took all things seriously, his duty to his bank, ip of the Presbyterian He was y known to laugh After thirty-five years’ acquaintance New Chelsea had found no explanation of him. It was admitted that even Dunomeade, who had a liking ed with vir. for sonorous phrases, had f triumph of the commonpla And it continued to ¢ ¥ n Blake as treasurer for those srganizations requiring such an officer. t wills and testa- joose executor of its lz ments and trustee of its estates, of waic trusts he always rendered prompt and exact accounts, Au 10 all New Chelsea kne he aa Hampden uniz az fabulous capitaliza Yon t , the coal fields. ag i mid Jul Warren wa Ss usual a is desk The day x the counter grumbled , I ited by that forbade them to appear sx. and glanced enviously through x s 1 cool look i is ona I reading, with a slow ~~ hat ov ked no syl , the papers on the desk. When he had read ranged them in two neat lit abeled “Options ns Refused.’ A Ss task was Hsnpden eutered the bank ompleted Stephen ly to the clerks’ re Pleasant nod in re He made his way 's office. whistled a x ap p desk. “It’s hot day, Vs) you the options?” v 1 ed the two piles of docu ments toward him. At one Hampden mere glanced; the othe “Options * he opened and read rapidly Ail Deer township proper. Why w they want cash, not stoc n't they sign? k, for their i you point out to them the a» e value of the stock and the ne- of being al! in one company to it price cutting and the opportu ality to improve the community by g up & new business?” But we not try prove the community; we're trying to make money for « elves.” you were the after those op- pros ng.to im was,” said Warren calmly. “I told you so at first. I’m not a ciever dalker.” @{ don't want to tie up any more cash ém th ap I have to. How would it work to send Johan Dunmeade after those options? We could make him at- torney for us and the company and give him stoek. What do you think?” | Warren took severa! minutes to con- | sider this suggestion. “He can do it if | any one can,” he said at last. “He is | very popular among the farmers. Ev- lerybody likes him. I like him, too. | though he iy always laughing at me.” “Eh? Why does he laugh at you?” Hampden inquired “I don’t know,” answered Warren evenly is ask him sometime. Shall 1 send for him?” Warren opened the door and sent one j Then at r nd ) the message. staring thoughtfully >m Hampden's « d and pencil a Nations. of his cler he sat down the smoke Hampden began to make some ¢; “He won't do it,” Warren said sud yok up a “Why not?’ Hampden looked up from his penciling “He's honest.” timental,” “He is. We're try- od calt —legitimatel xf the farmers in a bar That's the thing he likes to fight.” “Not at all,” Hampden contradicted eoldly “This is a straight business proposition, and I guess he'll not be sentimental wh we offer him, say, ten thousand 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. He doesn’t need money. He's the sort that people take to, whe- ther he has it or not. I’m not like that. I've got to have money to get people’s respect. You're that kind too.” “E * Hampden stared, half amus- ed, half angered by Warren's matter of fact explanation. Warren was not in the habit of talking of himsef. “Turn- ed philosopher, have you? You'd better stick to banking, where you're at | home.” ake advar A few minutes later John entered the | bank. Hampden greeted him cordially. Warren Hstened patiently while the | other men used up a few minutes in pleasant preliminaries. They came at | last to the purpose of John’s summons. “I suppose you've heard of our coal | proposition?” Hampden suggested. “Yes.” ; , “There will be a good deal of legal work in connection with it.” In a few rapid, terse sentences Hampden outlined his plan of organiza- tion. Mindful of Warren’s prediction and seeing John’s face grow gravely | dubious he endeavored to make his ex- planation quite matter of fact. “Of course,” he concluded, “you're | familiar with the details. There is nothing new in the plan.” “We don’t know much about high finance in New Chelsea. But I read the papers sometimes. It is almost a classic, I should say,” John replied. “Substantially the plan of all pro- motions,” Hampden agreed. “Let's see if I get you right. You take the options in your own, name, agreeing to pay for the coal in stock of your company. Then you agree to turn the properties over to the com- pany for a little more than twice this consideration, out of which you pay the | This gives you control of the company that owns the coal and it hasn't cost you a cent. The money for development and operating you lend the company, taking as security first mortgage bonds.” He hesitated, look- farmers Panes “i'm sorry, but | can’t do it.” jing directly at Hampden. “That hard- ly gives the farmers a square deal, does i The pupils of Hampden’s eyes con- tracted suddenly. “Certainly it does.” he ans red with some emphasis, “since it converts properties that have been eating themselves up in ts s into a producing proposition. I didn’t say.” he added carele: “that your fee ought, in my opinion, to be about $10. 000—in stock.”, WV 1 how much?” “Worth par,’ Hampden answered with conviction. “Eveutually.” “Phew! You haven't impressed me as a man who would pay city prices for country butter, Mr. Hampden.” John replied thoughtfully. “Just why s0 much?” “You will be expected to earn it.” said Hampden dryly. “Are you in the |habit of questioning fees because they }are large?” “I'm not in the habit of getting large | sweltering behind the cage. Hampden .|and Warren waited patiently for his | answer. 1 | INTENTION A! fees, Only I’m not quite clear how you expect me to earn a fee of $10,000 in stock worth par—eventually.” “The usual legal matters—charter, organization, conveyances and so on. j And,” casually, “helping us to sigu ap the Deer township properties.” “They don’t like the proposition?” “They're the only ones who haven't accepted it. They seem to be holding out under the advice of this fellow— Cranshawe, is it Warren nodded. “We think you can swing them into line.” “I see,” said John thoughtfully. His brow wrinkled in a troubled fashion as he gazed refiectively out at the clerks At last he raised his eyes to Hamp- “I'm sorry, but I can’t do it.” | “Why not?” Hampden demanded. “This fellow Cranshawe happens to be a good deal of a man. He and his | | neighbors are clients of mine in a smail way and friends also, I think. They | | do me the honor to trust me. I shouldn't | care to advise them in this matter.” | “Why not?’ Hampden demanded | | again. | am in politics and don’t want to com- This sign plicate my vote getting.” “That isn’t your reason.” ss hi - } “Well.” John said regretfully, “if in t Is Cl t y | you will have it. it isn’t a proposition | that I can conscientiously recommend.” | “You impeach my honesty?” “I do not go so far, sir. Hones! s | matter of intent. I think I understand i your point of view—that you will con- | vert their idle coal, as you say, into an | | income property and by starting a new } jindustry w indirectly benefit the } whole valley, which is probably true. | But the point is that the coal, the one; indispensable element in the situation, } is theirs, and in return for it they) should at least have control.” } “The coal has always been there We furnish the initiative and the brains and the money to make it use ful.” “I see that, too. But don’t you think { initiative of this sort is sometimes—er | —overcapitalized 7” i | { “Let us say,” John smiled, “that I | marks the place where the high cost of living is solved so for as your shoe bills are con- cerned. Wear-U-Well | “Do you know of any capital that | will offer better terms than I do?” | “I do not,” John confessed. “And it | | strikes me.” he added gravely, “that | | you are taking advantage of that fact; to gouge”—the word slipped out; he} Full GoodyearjGoodyear = welt, two| welt, pat. corrected himself hastily—“to drive a | | bl h close bargain with the farmers.” colt ‘uch- | Hampden abruptly straightened up|! os k soles, : if in his chair. You may stick to| sold regu- er, mat ca ‘gouge.’ Do I understand that you re-| $3 50 fuse the job?” larly for $3 top, : value. | “I have been trying to explain my | | reasons”’— m not deeply concerned with your sons,” Hampden remarked shortly | He picked up a document and pointed- | ly began to peruse it. Observing that | John did not at once take the hint, hej [looked up, nodding carelessly. cet Good morning!” } John rose, ttushed under the curt dis. | | missal and went out of the bank. | “IL told you so,” Warren said. | | “Can't you rthing more origi- | jmal than that?” Hampden exciaimed ; impatiently. Warren couldn't, so he | held his peace. | “What I'd like to know,” Hampden added refiectively. dropping the docu- ment, “is why Murchell let him be | nominated. A young lawyer who re- | fuses a big fee for sentimental reasons | has no place in Murchell’s machine.” | He was talking to himself rather than | to Wa a. | But this was attacking what had al- | most attained the sanctity of a tradi- | tion, an institution proudly cherished | by New Chelsea! “Murehell is a smart |man,” Warren was moyed to protest, “and he likes Dunmeade. And maybe | John is art enough to guess that | . | the stock may be worth nothipg—even- tually.” Hampden looked at him sharply. but | Warren's face was 2s expreskiontess |?! as that of the soldiers’ monument. i “Well,” the capitalist remarked philo- sophically, “it's Murehell’s business, not mine. ‘ That evening Katherine Way to be | found on the terrace. She was looking particularly well, a fact of which she | was not altogether pmeconscious But | she was restless apd wandereG@ aim- lessly into the library where she found her father busy at bis desk on wh lay a profusion of papers and bine- prints. He nodded alstractediy> “Still at we dad? Don't you ever get tired of i j “I guess it’s the @nly thing Dknow how to do. My generation was never | taught to take pleastre seriously. You | needn't complain, theueb.”” He eaned | back in his chair aniseed ber ap- | provingly. “Where afe the swaifs?” She yawned. “Thié@te seems have been a devastating epidemic. You will kindly proceed to amuse me.” 1 “All th gorgeousness wasted? She yawned again. “! was jrather looking for John Dunmeade thik even: ing.” 1} ’ i| “Hence that gown’ that stunning| new arrangement of the hair? You'r not going to fallin lé¥e with ai incom petent one horse cowmtry lawger. @ you? 4 “It is not berend the bounds of pos: sibility,” she-langhed. “But is John ax incompetent?” I don't believe it’? “He is. He,proved it today. I gave him the chanee.to make semie moner more than he is likely to make in fiv) years, and he turned it down—far sent! mental! reasons! Aue the worse of {is he didn’t turn itiown Tegretfnit but bluntly. quite ap though it didn}: matter. That sort ‘of man won't | far.” P. | “He told me once that ke didn’t ca jmuch for money. 1 thought then wasn't posing.” 4 | Conitnued Nex (Week ASK FOR No. 716 ASK .»VUR No 313 Rubber Boots, Shoes and Arctics at money-saving prices. 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