Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, February 5, 1913, Page 9

Imperfeot Page Imperfect Page HIS RISE POWER | By Henry Russell Miller, Author of “The Man Higher Up” Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbe-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 seta eut 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 rain the father of the girl he loves. The creative genius and Jarge power of the author are even more notable than in “The Man Higher Up,” Mr. Miller's preceding novel. CHAPTER IX, Criticisms and Wiles. | EOPLE said that Senator Mur- chell maintained bis legal residence in New Chelsea only i BD because an unwritten law re- quired each end of the state to be represented in the senate, and the va- eancy which he had been elected to fill had been from the western district This was only half a truth. He really liked these men and women among whom his youth had been spent, who looked upon him half familiarly, half in awe, and who, until the late upris- ing and the advent of John Dunmeade. had followed unquestioningly his po- litical gospel. Most of the time he spent, from the exigencies of his po- sition, in Washington or in the big house in Adelphia; but as he grew older be came to look forward more and more eagerly to the summer months that supported his “legal resi!- dence.” He tooked, hesitating, toward the old colonial house across the street. Then he started toward it. Must the habit of a lifetime be broken merely be- cause a son of that house had leveled a lance against him? And, besides, there was a smal] matter of business to transact. He perceived the figure of an old woman on a bench under the trees, darning industriously, and he smiled at first in amusement. Then the smile became gentler. She looked up as he approached. He held out bis hand. “Good afternoon. Miss Roberta.” | “Good afternoon, Will Murchell.” She continued her darning. “I'll not shake hands.” she answered his ges- ture calmly. “I don’t. think I'l! ever shake hands with you again. John says you're a dangerous man. John is right.” “I inferred from his speech,” he an- swered with a twinkle, “that he held some such opinion. Were you at the trial?” “J was not! You may sit down,” she commanded, making room for him, “because I want to ask you a ques- tion." He obeyed. “What have you been doing to Hugh and our John? This house has been like a funeral ever since these trials began. Hugh has been as grumpy as—as a dog with a boil. And John—he doesn’t say much, but he feels it. It’s this polities! I wish,” she concluded vengefully, “a plague’d carry off all you politicians.” “But. Roberta. who'd run the coun- try?” Miss Roberta sniffed. “I guess the fountry could run itself better than you politicians do.” “So there’s coolness between the judge and John, eh? I suppose they’ve { fallen out over the trials. Naturally! John is just a hot headed idealist. while the judge is—a practical man.” “A practical man!” she sniffed tartly. “If you'd been doing for the judge for nearly thirty years you wouldn't call him that. I guess. Why. he even be- lieves that you're going to pet him in the supreme court.” “And you don’t?” “Of course not! I tell him so, but he ‘won't believe me. He’s so puffed up with his own importance and selfish- | ness he won't listen to sense and tries to make his son’s life miserable.” “Roberta.” he sid abruptly, “try to keep John out of politics.” “Because he is fighting you?” “That,” he said sententiousiy, “might be a sufficient reason. “But I’m not ‘thinking of that. It isn’t the game for a man of his sort.” ‘ “You didn’t think of that when you believed you could use him. I wish I could keep him out. But we Dun- meades are set in our opinions. He'll go on fighting, now he’s started, until he breaks himself against your hard- mess or becomes—like you.” He got up abruptly and went into the house. In the library be found Judge Dunmeade before his desk, scratching away at an opinion. With that heavy dignity which be imparted even to the smallest actions of life the 4udve waved Mnrebell to a seat “That son of yours gave us some- thing of a surprise today. Looks as though Sheehan would have to go over the road. Unless,” Murchell added in- quiringly. “there’s a chance to win on appeal?” “No. Jobn tried his case carefully. ‘There were no errors.” “Br—about what ought to be the sentence, do you think?” It would not be correct to say that the judge assumed a judicial air; that. Poscce~ “Think over the Sheehan case—think it over.” consciously, he always wore. It mere- ly became heavier. “What should you suggest?” Murche!l! made a slight motion with his hand to indicate that any sugges- tion from him was a negligible matter, and answered, “Would four months be too much?” “H-m-m! One must remember, of course, that four months for Sheehan would be a heavier sentence than a year for another.” The judge cleared his throat. “I'll take it under consid- eration.” A queer smile softening the lines of his mouth the senator sat staring at the portrait of Thomas Dunmeade. “Jobn,” he said at last. “made a good speech. eh, judge?” “The elocution was good,” was the carefully considered dnswer. “But to think a Dunmeade should voice such rabid radicalism, such wild sentiment- alities! John’s course will not affect the matter we discussed last winter. will it?” “You mean the justiceship? My in- fluence in the organization is a little uncertain just at present. These trials haven't helped either.” “I have that also against my son,” the judge said angrily. “He has made it more difficult for his father to realize a lifelong ambition. Besides,” he ad- ded, “attacking my best friend. He is too selfish and set in his opinions to consider his father’s interest. He doesn’t get it from me. He is,” the judge concluded, “his mother’s son.” The senator did not smile. “His mother’s son!” He was not a sentimental man. He did not “love the memory” of Anne Dunmeade nor indulge in sweetly sad retrospection.. He thought of her now mereiy as marking one stage of his development. He remembered her as a gentle yet high spirited thing full of ardent enthusiasms and with an un- shakable belief—it struck him now as almost pathetic—in the goodness of her fellows and the ultimate triumph of “the right.” There must have been, he thought, unsuspected possibilities—pos- sibilities that had not been realized—in him since he could love this woman. He was far from ready to admit that their realization would have been prof- itable. “His motifer’s son. I guess that ex- plains him.” He rose. “About that justiceship—I'll see what can be done. But I promise nothing definitely so far ahead. You understand that?” “Certainly.” the judge assented. “But I expect you to do your best. 1 feel,” be added with dignity, “that my services to my country and to my par- ty warrant my expectation. And | ought to draw the old soldier vote to the ticket.” “And, judge,” Murchell concluded, “think over the Sheehan sentence— think it over.” He went out of the ! room. On the next Saturday morning James Sheehan, found guilty of conspiracy to falsify election returns, was summoned to bar and sentenced to four months’ “hard labor” in the county workhouse. But before the appeal which he took had been refused by the higher court he had left Benton county for parts un- known. Jobn sought refuge in the eubbyhole that Benton county provides for its district With a sense of re Hef he filed away his notes on the Sheehan case in a cabinet marked “Finished Business.” Then he threw himself into a chair and began to take stock. Sheehan’s eyes haunted him. Jobr Was a normal young man, and he war capable of krewing the joy of a task well done. But not this sort of task He could find no elation in a triumpt won at the cost of direct personal mis ery to others. There was Slayton, for example, a handsome, pleasant young man who looked the criminal not ait all. He had-not had the courage tc not even know of the ¢ In his dreams John o hunted face as it must He became conscion was aching, that he every nerve in his body more than six months, election, he had been working inces- santly, feverishly toward this day. The release from strain allowed his mal- | treated, protesting body to be heard. He got up and left the office, as though | fleeing from the problem. | He laid a roundabout course away | from Main street out into the country. | He tramped determinedly along the pike, filing bis lungs with the tonic | air. It had been a good “growing sea- | son.” His way took him between | fields of clean young corn and barley | and oats and occasional cool, green | wood lots. | A farmer. driving a pair of heavy | farm horses doing duty at the tongue of a squeaky spring wagon. rattled up | behind him. | “Howdy, John! Want a lift?” “Howdy, “Ri! No, thank you. Just! taking a little exercise and soaking in | | all this.” Cranshawe reined in his team. John | stopped. ‘ “Little mite too smart fer ‘em today. ‘weren't ye?” “They had been-so bold, they made | it easier.” Cranshawe nodded. “Be smarter next time, I reckon—f we give ‘em a chanct. |°F we give ‘em a chanct,” he repeated reflectively. purty good about these trials. Feel fall.” “Murchell smiled back. “Be’n at ye a’ready, has he?’ Cran- shawe asked shrewdly. “He'll be at lye harder, before ye’re through. | got ‘em scared. Mebby we'll fergit an’ | then mebby we won't. But I guess that’s our lookout, not yours. So fur’s says you forget,” John lye’re concerned, all ye got to do is go | ahead an’ try to finish up the job ye’ve | started. “F we don’t do our part, I ' guess we won't have nobody to blame but ourselves.” “The question is. am I big enough | for the job?” “No, that ain't the question,” Cran- shawe contradicted quickly. “Be- cause that can’t be answered till ye’ve | tried. The question is, are ye goin’ to | be scared out by a job because it’s big. or are ye goin’ to keep up what ye've started? °F ye don’t, there ain’t any- j body else to do it. An’ we'll soon be back where we started.” John nodded slowly. Cranshawe did | not pursue the pvint. “I see Steve Hampden’s back,” he remarked casually. “That girl o' his was at the trial. Came in late an’ had | to stand by the door where 1 was standin’. She was with some young | city feller. Seen her at the-rally last fall too. She seems,” he grinned quiz- wically, “to take consider’ble intrust in , ye. So long!” Soon he was out of sight around a turn in the road. John swung rapidly along for an hour | until the sweat oozed from every pore ief his body. Then he threw himself under a tree by the roadside. © He pondered his problem. Yet he knew that it was answered, not by 'Ri |Cranshawe’s homely wisdom, but by the inscrutable purpose of the force He could not withdraw from the task to which be had been set. Whither? was a question that he needed not to answer,-so long as a straight piece of road lay ahead. He thought sadly of jhis father’s displeasure. And he thought of Katherine, whom, it ap- peared, the winter had not taught to forget him. He had not learned to for- get. Work could dull, it could ‘hot wholly stifie, the longing for her. And yet he had not been unhappy. He knew that he could not say no. to that which was calling him into service. He walked home through the calm of sundown. At the corner where stands the Farmers’ bank he met Warren Blake and a companion. ‘arren stopped him to introduce the stranger, Haig, a lanky, cadaverous individual who was the author of a much criti- cised novel, “The Brethren.” “I heard you twisting Murchell’s tail this afternoon,” Haig drawied. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to congratulate you—on your nerve. I’ve been wonder- ing whether you are merely a brave man or a specimen of that splendid genus, the fool. Brother Blake inc! to the latter notion.” a “Yes, Warren would.” John smiled. “I do,” said Warren solemnly. “I don’t believe in agitation. It hurts business—and the agitator.” “In New Chelsea, Mr. Haig, we daily offer thanks for prosperity. good weath- er and the old party.” Haig’s ready grin broadened as he Placed a hand on Warren's shoulder. “Here. Mr. Dunmeade. but for the gtace of God. stand 1. My people ‘wanted to make me a banker.” “A dollar. Mr. Haig,” John put in, “held close enough to the eye will hide the rest of creation.” Haig chuckled. “Now, that’s good. That's very good. Wish I have thought of it.” “As we put it in New Chelsea, are you leaving soon, Mr. Haig?” asked John. ‘ “Lord, no! I'm here for my health. hard or not hard “Us farmers, we're feelin’ | like we didn’t make any mistake last | Ye | which had impelled him into the fight. | Doctor told me I’d been working “too } reached home to be soundly scold- epg er. After supper he strolled into p relief. He looked up inbespita- ly as John entered. “Bus; ed him judge. feeling not without rea- his office than in his paternity. Jate he bad bad especial reasow for this belief. of importance to discuss. I suppose you expect me to pat you on the back because you've sent another man ‘on the read to prison?” “I have felt that you weren't in full sympathy with it. “I am not.” The judge laid bis book on the desk and sat stiffly erect. John was immediately enabled to sympa- thize with those unfortunates who were arraigned before his father. “Now that the case is ended, I may speak frgukiy. As a judge I, of course. approve of the punishment of crime. But I don’t approve your going out of your way to attack your party and Senator Murchell. a fine. clean living strained emphasis. “And has created a pernicious ma- chine,” John added incautiously. “Which elected you to the office you | now hold.” “Your | The machine nominated me. The peo- may remember.” “You couldn't have been nominated without Murchell’s indorsement.” “That, I’m sorry to say, is probably true,” John said, wishing that he had not ventured into the room. “I’m sor- | ry you feel so about it. Good night, | father.” Judge Dunmeade resumed his book. | Now, the judicial temperament is not given to impulse. But as Jobn went | slowly out of the room Judge Dun- | which in the brief moment allowed for Teflection he was at loss to define. | Later he decided that it was his gen- | erous nature asserting itself to give his | son another chance. have been mistaken. Be that as it may, before John had / passed quite out of the room he was | recalled by an unexpected “Wait!” He returned. “Yes, father?” “I suppose.” “your father’s interest can have no weight with you. It ought to be clear | to you without suggestion from me that if you persist in attacking Senator Murchell you make my’ lifelong ambi- tion impossible.” “Are you still taking that seriovsly? |The senator has been teasing you along with the promise of a justiceship for ten years. Don’t you know by this time that he has no intention of giv- jing it to you?" “He gave you a nomination.” | “Yes, he happened ‘to believe he could make use of me. It seems to be solely a question of the senator's political | Recessities. I—I doubt that he needs | You, father.” “That means, I presume,” the judge /said bitterly. “that I count for nothing / against your notions? But I might have known it. Good night!” he re- | peated. Out in the clear night John walkéd slowly about. More than ever he re- ‘alized the price which they must pay -who would be voices. Conitnued Next Week He may Mortgage Foreclosure Sale Whereas, default has been mad in the conditions of that certain mortgage, dat. ed January 30, 197 made by Cors Rhody ani James Rhody, mortgagors, to Fit- morfgagee, of the Register of Deeds in and for the’ county of Itasca and State of Min- nossa on the 19th day of July, 1909, at 3 o'clock p. m., in Book ‘W" of Mort- which default the debt secured thereby and the'whole of the interest thereon, and Whereas, the mortgagee has paid the tames on sai ‘lands for the year 1910, e library. The judge was readiug’| the desk. the light from the lamp | browing his cold. heavy features into | judge?’ Jobn generally call- . son that his father took more pride in ‘ Of | “Not too busy if you have anything | gentleman, who has always showed | the warmest friendship for your fam- } ily.” Judge Dunmeade spoke with re° memory isi't good, judge. ple of Benton county elected me, you , imeade experienced a novel s@sation | | said the judge gruffiy, | i by Miss Roberta for his tardiness at | GP -C. L. PRATT, Attorney for Mort. | gagee, Grand Rapids, Minneseta. Jan. %} Feb. 19. : —--—s- Torrens No. 216. State of Minnesota, County of Itasca, ss. District Court 16th Judicial District | In‘the matter of the application of Lor- @in Iron Mining Company, a corpora- tion to register the title to the fol- lowing described rea) estate situated in Itasca county, Minnesota, namely: The southeast quarter of the south- | Sast qaurter (SE 1-4 of SE 1.4) of Sec. ; tion. twenty-two, (22), and Northeast quarter of the Northeast quarter (NE ' 1.4 of NE 1.4) of Section Twenty-seven | @D. a in Towmship fifty-six (66), North, of Range twenty-four (24) West, of the Fourth Principal Meridian, ac- cording to the United States Govern. metn survey thereof: Applicant . vs. Marys 0. Goates, Clara H.Freeman,Jean ©. McClure; Elora H. Holden; Great Northern Railway Company, 2 corpora- tion; Mesapa Telephone Company, a corporation; Mary Foley, wife of ‘Tim- | ethy Foley; Ida L. Meyers,wife of Dat. us E.Meyers or(Myers);Ida E.Searle, wife of Frank E. Searle; Foley Min- ing Company, a corporation; Bovey-De- Laittre Lumber Company, a corpora- tion, anq@ all Other persons or par- ties unknown, claiming any right, title estmte, lien, or interest, in the real estate described in the application herein. | Defendants. The State of Minnesota, to the above named Defenfiants: You are hereby summoned and requir- ed to answer the application of the applicant in the above entitled pro- ceeding, and to file your answer to the said application in. the office of the Clerk of said Court, in said County, | Within twenty (20) days after the ser- | vice of this summons upon you, ex. clusive of the day of such service, and , if You fe to answer the said applica_ | tion within the time aforesaid, the ep- | Dlicant in this proceeding will apply to | the Gourt for the relief demanded there. im. Witness, I. D. Rassmuasen, Clerk of |maid Court, and the seal thereof, at | Grand Rapids, in said County, this 9th | day of January A. D., 1913. I. D. RASSMUSSEN, Clerk. By VIOLA M. BURKE, Deputy. | (Seal of District Court | Itasca, County, Minn.) | Crassweller, Crassweller & Biu, | Attorneys for Applicant, |that said petitioner has, and (Probate Gourt Seal, Itasca County, Minnesota. Heraldieview, Jan. 29, Feb. 12. _ Order for Hearing on Petition for * termination of Descent of Land. State of Minnesota, County of — ca—ss, in Probate Co In the Matter of the Hstate Robert M. Risdon, Decedent. © The petition of Homestead Iron ing Company, a corporation, hayt been filed in this Oourt, represen among other things, that the named decedent died more than years prior to the filing of said |pe- tition, and that no will of ece has been ~proved nor administration granted on his estate in this State: claims to have, an interest in certain real estate of decedent lying and - being in the County of Itasca, State of Mim nesota, described in said petition, and praying that the descent of said real_ estate be determined by this Court, and the same assigned to the persons thereunto entitled. It Is Ordered, that said petition be heard before this Oourt, at the Pro- bate Court Rooms in the Court House in the Village of Grand Rapids, in shid' County, on Friday the 2ist day of of February, 1913, at ten o'clock A, ei M., and all persons interested in said_ is! hearing and in said matter are here 4 by cited and required at said time and place to show cause, if any there be, why said petition should not be granted. ges Ordered Further, That this order be served by publication in the Grand Rap- ids Herald Review, according to law. Dated at Grand Rapids, Minn., Jen uary 2ist, 1913. te Ry the Court: CLARENCE 8B. WEBSTER, Judge of Probate. (Probate Court Seal, ‘ Itasca County, Minnesota.) Herala_tteview. Jan. 29, Feb. 12. Summons in Application for Rt tion of Land. TORRENS NO. 87. State of Minnesota, County of Ita ca—ss. District Court—Fifteenth Judicial Dis. trict. In the matter of the application — of Guilford G. Hartley, to register the title to the following described estate, situated in Itasca QCounty, Min. nesota, namely: The Southeast quarter of the North. | Exchange Building, Duluth, ‘Minn. | Herald-Review, Jan. 29, Feb. 12 Proceedings in Bamkraptcy. District Gourt of the United States for the District of Mimnesota, Fifth Division. In the Matter of Samuel! rupt—In Bankruptcy. To the Honorable Page Morris, Judge ef the District Oourt of the United States for the District of Minnesota. | Samuel Ros, formerly of Bovey, in the | County of Itasea, State of Minnesota, in | said District, respectfully represents Ross, Bank, East Quarter (SE 14 NE 1-4) Section Twenty.one (1), in Township Fifty-six (56), North of Range Twen. ty-four (24) West, according to the. United States Government survey there- ee ge. ei Oliver. Iron Milling corporation; Village of Municipat Corporation; a | Thayer; Athol Morton ‘Mill 3 Shogomoe Company, a corporation; Mary Trayer, individually, and executrix of the will and estate that on the 18th day of March, 1912, |N@poleon B. Thayer, deceased; last past, he was duly adjudged bank. |Dorethy Thayer; A. M. Miller, Sr., \rupt under the acts of congress relat. |2ministrator of the Wstate of Athol ing to said bankruptcy;that Samuel Ross Morton Miller, deceased; Frank I, Sal. has duly surrendered all his property |‘¢", a8 administrator of the estate : i and rights of property, and has fully ; complied with all the requirements of | said acts and of the orders of the court touching said bankruptcy. ‘Wherefore he prays that he may be | decreed by the court to have a full | discharge from all debts provable ‘against his estate, under said bank. rupt acts, except sueh debts as are | excepted iby law from such dicharge. Dated this 6th day of January, A. | D., 1913, SAMUEL ROSS, Bankrupt. United ‘States District Court, Dis. trict of Minnesota, Fifth Division— 8s. On this Ith day of January, A. D., 1913, on reading the foregoing - petition bt is | Ordered ‘by the court that a hear. ing be hag upon the same on the be- | trict, at ten o’clock in the forenon; |and that notice thereof be published in the Grand Rapids Herald-Review, a newspaper printed in said district, ; creditors and _ other persons in interest may ap. | Pear at the said time and place and show cause, if any they have, why ,the prayer of the said _ “Should not bé granted. And it is further ordered by the | Had if stcEhEh? * s i Athol Morton Miller, deceased; Helen 8. Miller; Atholine Morton Miller, and # all other persons or parties unl claiming any right, title, estate, | or interest in the real estate mere y in the application herein, Def 8 The State of Mimnesota to the above — named Defendants: You are hereby summoned and re quired to answer the application of the — applicant in the above entitled pro. ceeding and to file your answer to the — said application in the office of the Clerk of said Court, in said County, within twenty (20) days after the vice of this summons upon you, eX- clusive of the day of ‘such service, and, if you fail to answer the said ap. Plication within the time aforesaid, the applicant in this proceeding © will apply to the Court for the relief manded therein. 4% : Witness, I. D. Rassmussen, Clerk said Court, and the seal thereof, Granda Rapids, in ‘County, 21st day of January, A: Di, 1913, _ I, D, RASSMUSSEN, — Clerk. By VIOLA M. BURKH, Deputy. (Seal of District Gourt Itasca County, Mirresota.) Crassweller, Crassweller & Blu, Attorneys for Applicant. — Hera'a Review, January 23, Feby.5. your farm, or to pay up gage drawing a high rate terest, send ns a description your property and state an wanted. Loans made for six or seven years, with prin to pay part or all of