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HIS RISE POWER By Henry Russell Miller, Author of “The Man Higher Up” Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrif Company PROLOGUE. Reader; here tsa live, gripping, absorbirtz 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 guin 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 preceding novel. CHAPTER X. Apples of Eden. F the summer before had been gay, what shall we say of that which now opened? The center of gayety was East Yidge. The Italian villa was the scene of one continuous house party. It was inevitable that John and Katherine should meet. It happened one morning a few days after the Sheehan trial when John was leaving the postoffice with his daily mail. A trap drew up in which sat Katherine and a young man. John remembered a saying of hers concerning one whom “people were apt to sneer at as a spec- alator,” but whom she thought “splen- did because he had had the brains and aourage to make his own fight and win.” He had no difficulty in identi- fying that man with Gregg, of whom he had heard more than once. Gregg ‘was an attractive fellow, a few years older than John, of athletic build and pleasant manner. He joined Kather- fe in congratulating John on his re- eently acquired fame. “We expect to see you often on the ridge. There will be tennis. He will make you play,” she said to Gregg, who responded pleasantly. “I'd like to have the chance, Mr. Dunmeade. I've been hearing about your game.” But, although Gregg spent nearly every week end on the ridge, John @id not keep his promise. 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GET IT NOW GRAND RAPIDS HERALD-REVIEW WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 42, 1913 had little time for recreation, and that little was put in with Haig, with whom he was rapidly cementing a friendship. The June primaries were at hand. John felt less pride than responsibility when he found that he was expected to lead the campaign to capture the county nominations from the machine and that, by tacit consent of friends and enemies alike, upon him devolved the task of choosing the reform ticket. He gave much thought to this task. It was not simple. There were many un- worthy gentlemen, he discovered, will- ing to be swept into office by the wave of popular protest. And he could have learned here, had he been so minded, that even a reformer must employ the wisdom of the serpent. He achieved results at which a politician might have sneered, but which were \on the | whole very promising in the light of his inexperience. In Haig John found an unexpected but invaluable aid. The novelist had once been a political reporter. The reform ticket was nominated. Mur- chell, cynically willing to let the re- form wave run its brief course, with- held his hand. Bereft of its familiar weapon, fraud, the machine was easily conquered by a people thoroughly an- gered. Even Plumville gave the re- formers a small majority. Haig hail- ed John as a “little boss.” John indignantly rejected the title. “My work is done, or, at least. will be when they’re elected. I can’t interfere with them then.” “Say, aren't you afraid the cows will take you for a bunch of nice, green, succulent clover? Just wait,” Haig grinned, “until they’re in office. Make no mistake, sonny; you'll need | to keep a tight rein on them. About a year from now I expect to see some pretty little, homemade illusions badly busted.” The promised journey to the ridge had not yet been made. One afternoon Haig found him busy in his office. ‘How’s the bosslet? Had a shave today? Feeling conversation- al? You and I are going out for a little drive this afternoon.” “We're not. I hope you are. got things to do.” “This American habit of industry is becoming a positive mania. Are you coming peaceably or will you go any- how?” “T’ll do neither.” writing. “All right.” ‘Haig seated himself, deposited his feet on the desk beside John and commenced an apparently interminable monologue on the apocry- phal cleverness of a dog he once had owned. John threw down his pen in disgust. “T surrender,” he groaned. “I'll go to get rid of you.” I've John continued his “Thought I could persuade you. Come right along. I’ve got a buggy outside.” John put his papers away and meek- ly followed to the waiting vehicle. Haig drove, chattering volubly of whatever came into his mind. But when Haig turned into the ridge road John stirred uneasily. “Going anywhere in particular?” “Anywhere you'd like to go?” “No-o, I guess not.” “Then we'll go to the Hampdens. ‘There's always somebody there.” “Oh, no, we won't! Let's go back the other direction. I like the south road better.” “Oh, you do! Why not Hampdens?” “Well, you see.” John began to ex- plain lamely, “Hampden and I aren’t on very good terms and”— “ “Lord! Don't I know that? He spends most of his time enumerating Fy } e : “I've brought him!” ) the different kinds of fool you are. I sometimes think his list is incomplete. But what difference does that make? We aren't going to see him. There's a fellow up there—Gregg—that I want you to play tennis with.” “I haven't had a racket in my hand all summer,” John protested. “Macht nichts aus! I’ve never seen you play, but you can beat him. You've got to. He's got my scalp so often I have to take revenge by proxy. Be- sides, you need 4 little frivolity. You're beginning to take yourself seriously, and that’s a bad sign.” “But I'm not fixed up for it.” John looked at his shoes. upon which a thin coating of dust had settled. Haig surveyed him and then stretch- ed out over the dashboard a lean shank, the trouser of which had not felt an iron for many 4 day. “You're a regu- lar dude beside me.” “Ob, have it your own way,” John agreed with as good grace as possible. He could not well explain that he and Katherine bad been in love, that he was still in the same case though she had probably recovered. that he had persistently stayed away from her for the sake of bis peace of mind, and— Almost any excuse for yielding will serve when ope is resisting a weakness to which one both wishes and does not wish to succumb. On the shaded eastern terrace they found a smal! group of young people of both sexes. Haig saluted them with a triumphant hail. “I've brought him! Now. you broker man. I'll bet you $10 he can beat you. best two out of three Katherine rose and came forward to meet them. Gregg accompanied her, | almost with the air of a host. it seem- ed to John. They greeted the new- comers cordially. Katherine with such a notable absence of constraint that ; John, who had nerved himself for an ordeal, was rather heavily let down. He could almost have believed that she October moon. It was undeniably pleasant to loll luxuriously in the comfortable wicker chair, watching the play of animated young faces, from whose freshness neither work nor worry had subtract- ed, against the background of green- sward and flowering shrubbery. Occa- sionally be tossed a light word on the eddy of conversation. He noticed that when he spoke all, especially the men, showed interest. That, too, was pleas- ant. Later Gregg reminded him of the promised match, and when they had donned flannels it was played. John lost. although after the first set he gave his opponent a hard game. Gregg proved a generous conqueror, finding more excuses for bis lucky victory than John could have devised. The latter enjoyed every point, especially when Haig. grumbling something about a “thrown match.” paid his bet. Aft- erward, in the physical contentment consequent upon bard exercise and a good tubbing. he stayed to dinner, a very gay. informal affair served on the terrace by candlelight. John was al- most regretful when the time came to leave. Late that night, going over the day, he found that he had talked a great dea! with Katherine, but never alone. He was leaving. “lam very glad you came.” she said brightly. “You will come again?” “And | am glad. I certainly shall.” Then it was he thought he caught a question flickering momentarily in her eyes. But the question, if there at all save in his imagination, was gone be- fore he could make sure. He was silent during the drive home- ward. and Haig. busily humming the pilgrims’ chorus motif. did not try to interrupt his thoughts. Haig’s parting shot as they separated was. “Now I’ve shown you the way, go up there often. You'll be a brighter and nobler man for it.” John went, not often and always in Haig’s company. it is true, but often enough to keep burning brightly the fires within him. If John’s love affairs reraained in statu quo those of another advanced at least to a climax. Amid the cares of banking «nd trusteeships War- ren Blake found time to contribute to the gayety of the ridge—that is to say. he was frequently to be found on the Hampden terrace. an inconspicuous, often half forgotten listener to the nimble gossip and badinage. Had he been more obtrusive it is probable that he would have been snubbed into stay- ing away. But one does not greatly resent the attentions of a shadow, and one day he proposed to Katherine and was rejected. “Why don’t you marry John Dun- meade?” he asked abruptly. She turned on him angrily. “War- ren! That is an"— “An impertinence.” he interrupted again evenly. “You will allow me this time. I'm uot likely to bother you much again. You were in love with }him last summer. And you aren't the sort that forgets. Nor is he. I think. He will go further than any of us— he'll go better. He is what you need. With me—with Gregg—you would be merely a pleasant incident. that yourself. I think you're fighting against that knowledge. Don’t do it.” It was the longest speech she had ever heard from his lips. When they were nearing home she turned to him again. you and he were friends.” “We are not.” he replied simply. “He doesn’t care for me.” me.” she said steadily. “But that you could plead for him when you— Oh. 1 call that fine, Warren!” she ended impulsively. “I'm thinking of you.” he said. “Since I can't have what 1 want I want you to have what you need.” When he left for more than an hour she sat. chin cupped in one hand, gaz- ing out over the green hills. Once “It’s just a jumble.” she sighed. “What I want. 1 wish I weren't so— I wish he"— She did mot indicate what she wished. and she was not re- ferring to Warren Blake. * * * * * * . Senator Murchell, after several weeks" @bsence. had returned to his “legal residence.” On his roundabout journey homeward he had been interviewed by many reporters concerning a rumored revolt in the organization. A few days after the senator's re- turn New Chelsea was visited by @ monarch. But he came incognito, with a notable absence of regal splendor. To Silas Hicks, at the station. a short, square whiskered. a ke te | had forgotten the ride home under the | You know | “I didn’t know | “You are mistaken about him and | ; man. | you—retire?” asked to be taken to Senator Murcheli's home. “Senator's out to the farm.” Silas re- sponded in the omniscience of hack- John.” men. “Then take me to the farm.” Arrived at the farm, he received an- other command—to wait. A bired man ~ minute tater came « knock at his door. “Come!” he said. ‘The senator entered. “What can I do for you?” “Humph! Don't seem very glad to see me. You might ask me to sit down.” John pointed to a chair. “Why hesi- was repairing a broken place in the tate? It’s your courthouse, isn’t it?” fence. From him royalty demanded to know the whereabouts of the prime| on it yourself lately.” minister and was told to seek him in the potato patch. In the middle of the potato patch the visitor beheld the figure of his minister, arrayed in a pair of the hired man’s overalls and a straw bat of enormous brim, busily boeing. ‘Toward this truly rural figure Sackett—for our monarch is no other than the president of the great Atlantic railroad—made his way, considerably to the damage of the vines ; beneath his feet. “Careful!” admonished the senator. “Walk between the hills.” Sackett became more careful. are you. senator?” “How're you, Sackett?” Their hands met. to part instantly. “What.” Sackett demanded, “is the matter with Sherrod?” “He wants too much,” Murchell an- swered briefly. “1 was talking to him last week.” Murchell turned on him suddenly. “Told you 1 ought to get down from “How ; the head of the organization, didn’t he? Told you that Adelphia and the Steel City are turning against me. that he wants to be governor and that the Steel people want Parrott for my job in the senate, didn’t he?” “You fellows.” Sackett exploded ir- ritably. “had better settle your squab- bles or you'll give some incendiary the chance to step in and raise Cain. The trouble is Sherrod is close to the Steel City organization. and the Michigan is trying to get into the city.” The secret of the royal irritation is out. A com- peting monarch is making ready to in- j vade his dominion: Murchel! smiled bitterly. “So that’s it? For twenty years I've been doing your dirty work. And now at the first threat of competition you're ready to throw me over. without a scruple— if you think it’s safe! It isn’t safe. Sackett.” Sackett’s eyes snapped angrily. “I've my duty to my stockholders, of whom you are one. Can you keep the Mich- igan out?” “I don’t know. so I won't promise. But have I ever failed you yet?” “I don’t believe you can do it. You're too unpopular with the organization. You've been too strong handed. Things are ripe for a revolt. Why, you can’t even control your own county!” “When I give up hope for this coun- ty,” the senator answered sharply. “you can talk. All that’s been said before. How do you expect me to keep these hungry coyotes in line—by quot- ing Golden Rule Scripture at °em? Do You want ‘to go back to the old guer- Trilla days, Sackett?" Sackett stared moodily at his feet. Murchell took off his old straw hat and leaned against the tree. He wait- ed until Sackett was ready to speak. “About Parrott,” Sackett said after a long pause, “MacGregor and Flick want him for senator.” “He’s slated for governor. my job.” “But Sherrod wants to be governor.” “He'll take what he's earned and can get.” Murchell said shortly. “Parrott can have Roseben’s place four years from now—maybe. We'll see.” “But they want him to have your place. They say.” Sackett explained with that brutal frankness which we naturally associate with royalty. “that you’re nothing but a politician and have been identified with a lot of un- popular things. while Parrott is a fine lawyer and could easily work up a rep- utation as a statesman. They figure he could get ’em more. And they don’t care whether the Michigan gets in or not. They think they’d get better rates. And they’re afraid that you and Sherrod with your squabbles will spill the milk. I’m afraid of that too. Senator, you're getting to be an old You've had enough. Why don’t I like “Old, am 1?" exclaimed Murchell harshly, ‘Want me to retire, do you? Well, I won't. And I'll tell you why— because the organization, the power, is mine. Set your mind easy. I’m too old to learn new tricks. I'll not turn agitator like these dreamers and fel- lows with a grievance. The Michigan won't come in, if I can help it. But Sherrod won't be governor, and Par- rott won't get my seat. I’m not go- ing to give up what I’ve worked for all my life. You tell ‘em that I like my job and that I'm not too old to run it. And, Sackett.” he added, “play fair— play fair!” Sackett left. wondering if in an en-' lightened, up to date monarchy a prime , minister could have more power than ; his liege. Sackett would have been surprised had he known that the sena- tor’s mind was not on the conversation just ended. He was seeing very clear- ly the gray-green eyes of a young wo- man and measuring himself against a young man who once had been. CHAPTER XI. With a Great Price. HIN was standing at the win- dow of his courthouse office. ‘The sense of loneliness was upon him again. It may be that the sight of Katherine Hampden | sauntering down Main street in com- pany with a beflanneled summer gen- tleman had something to do with his mood. Then another vision was accorded hini—a fat white horse lazily draw- ing an ancient top buggy in which sat ‘Senator Murchell, for all the world a prosperous farmer passing inte age awid peace and plenty. = “Understood you'd taken a mortgage Murchell sat @own, looking genially at John, “So you think I’m a bad man and a disgrace to the state?” the spnator in- quired at last. “Well, just about that,” John za quickly. “Told Miss Roberta I’m a bad man, didn’t you?” “I could have said that you are a shameful force in politics; that you have exploited a great party and the | ignorance of the people; that you have built up a machine for the sole pur- pose of looting the state; that you have got and held power by compelling pub- lic servants to use the influence of their office to perpetuate your machine and by buying the votes of the cor- ruptible. There’s probably a lot more. if 1 only knew it. I’ve never beard that you used your power for any good thing. Without profession or business you are a rich man. How?” “Humpb!” grunted Murchell, who had listened without display of feeling. “Doesn’t mean much. You'd have hard work proving any of it.” They relapsed into silence. John looked out of the window, awaiting in cold silence the senator’s next words. Mnrchell preserved his usual impas- sive front. It was not the first time he had encountered the intolerance of youth. But never before, save during the Sheehan trial, had the intolerance pierced the crust of the man. He broke the silence. “What do you want to do?” “A good many things you wouldn’t understand—principally, I suppose, to smash you and your organization. That probably sounds funny to you.” Murchell did not laugh. He merely felt pity for an unpractical young dreamer. “You can’t smash the organization.” “It must be smashed, because it ex- ists to deprive the people of the right of self government.” “A pretty phrase. It’s common sense politics. The people don’t want to gov- ern themselves—they can’t. They need some one to take the burden from them. How are you going to smash us?” “It may be simpler than you think, Senator Murcheil. When the people understand what you are they’ll smash you.” The other smiled pityingly. “You think because you've sent a few poor devils to jail you’re a man of destiny, don’t you? You think I’m merely a wicked old fellow who's got power and is using it for his own selfish ends. If I were just that you could smash me. But I'm more than that. I am an institution—a part of a necessary institution, one that society, that prop- erty, that business, can’t get along without. You can smash William Murchell—that is, put some one in his place. But you can’t smash the insti- tution. And you can’t judge a system by its incidental errors.” John smiled, not very happily. “I’ve heard that before. The weakness of your argument is that the errors seem to be essential. Government isn’t, or shouldn't be. merely a matter of force. nor exist only as the servant of prop- erty. even if all you say is true. And I've got to go on.” “And where'll you come out?” “I? You will try to break me. You may succeed. But you will observe “You've gone out of your way to at- tack me. You're a fool.” that I have little to lose. If I had much—you won't understand this—1 hope I'd lose it gladly.” “Did I say I was going to break you?” Murchell demanded testily. “1 came here today to suggest that you come out for Wash Jenkins’ seat in John’s reply was almost bitter. “So I have impressed you as a hypocrite trying to get kicked up out of the way. I repeat, I'm not for sale.” Murchell suddenly rose and put a heavy hand on John’s shoulder. “You said you have little to lose. You have much—a future. You’ve gone out of your way to attack me. You're a fool. But I—I like you, man. And I'd like ‘to save that future for you.” For a moment John stared at him, in- |emy marched on. | John pointed. “T! who entered the service tution. Now he is a old man with just enough soul left be ashamed. If I became part of your | machine, in the end I'd become like | that—different in size perhaps, but the same in kind. I,” he said, quietly, * fer your enmity; it’s safer. You repre- sent an institution. I stand for a principle, a fundamental principle. You can smash John Dunmeade—oh, very easily, no doubt. But, Senator Mur- chell, you can’t smash the principle!” The senator did not often permit himself the luxury of losing his tem-} per, but he was exceedingly close to it just then. The friendship he had of- fered to a young man whom he liked strangely well had been contemptuous- ly rejected. and the hurt was all the deeper because he had broken the rule of a lifetime to make the offer. He carefully waited until the emotion had subsided before speaking. “Tt’s a good deal simpler to state a principle than to follow it in practice. And you can’t judge politics by one year’s experience. However”— He stopped ene enough to put on his hat. “You went out of your way to de - nounce me. You took a time when I'm needing friends to do it, too. In spite of that I made you an offer in =” good faith. If there’s anything in you Yd have given you the chance to prove it. “T,” he concluded, and he spoke as of some divine edict. fixed and immutable —“I rarely offer friendship to those who fight me—never twice.” He went out. . . * * . s . Conitnued Next Week SLAYS GIRL AND HIMSELF Mother Finds canada and Jealous Lover Dead. Harry Loqua, a young farmer wi lived three miles east of Mahnomen, called on Miss Gladys Smith at her} home in Mahnomen and deliberately’ shot her and then turned the revolver on himself. When the girls mother returned from a visit to a near neighbor she found them both dead. Jealousy is supposed to have been the cause. Miss Smith was about seventeen’ years old and highly respected. Anne Warner French Dead. Anne Warner French, the novelist, short story writer and essayist, former- ly of St. Paul, is dead in the south England, according to a cable dispatch : received in St. Paul. Her father, Will-- iam P. Warner, was at her bedside at tha tma of hor dooth MORTGAGE FORECLOSURE SALE Notice is hereby given, That de- fault has been made in the con- ditions of that certain Mortgage ex- ecuted by J. Sandretzky and Sadie Sanarciake his wife, Mort- gagors, to J. H. Kohanek, Mortga- gee, dated the ninth day of Au- gust 1909, and recorded in the of- . fice of the Register of Deeds of, Itasca County, Minnesota, on the ‘Z eleventh day of August 1909, at § , im nine o'clock A. M., in Book “U* of * Mortgages, on Page 278 thereof; that the amount claimed to be due on said mortgage at this date is Five Hundred Ninety-eight and 80- 100 ($598.80) Dollars; that the een described in and covered yy said mortgage are lots number- a ed One and Two (4 and 2), of Block numbered Five (5), Third Ad- dition to Grand Rapids, Itasca, coun ty, Minnesota, according to the recorded plat. thereof on file and of record in the Office of the Regis- ter of Deeds in and for said coun- ty of Itasca, Minnesota; that. by virtue of a power of sale con! in said mortgage and pursuant to the statute in such case made and provided, the said mortgage will 'be foreclosed by the sale of said - Ble at public vendue to the highest bidder for cash, by the Sheriff of Itasca County, at the front door of the Court "House in the Village of Grand Rapids, in said County and State, on Wednasday the twenty-sixth day of March, 1913, at Two (2) o'clock P. 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