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If John Harkless had been "on the ground to work tor him," it was said, Halloway could have received the nomination ?Sain, but as matters stood he was beaten and beaten badly, and Rodney : McCune would sit^jp congress, for nom? ination meant election. Bot one afternoon the Harkless forces, demoralized, broken, hopeless, woke np to find that they had a leader. $nere was a political conference at Judge Briscoe's. The politicians de? scended sadly at the gate from the omnibus that had met the afternoon train-Boswell, and Keating, two gen? tlemen of Anio, and Bence and Shan? non, two others of gaines county, to confer with Warren Smith, Tom Mar? tin, Briscoe and Harkless' representa? tives, Fisbee and the editor of the Herald. They entered the house gloom? ily, and the conference began in de? lected monosyllables. But presently Minnie Briscoe, sitting on the porch pretending to sew. heard Helen's voice, dear, soft and trembling a little with excitement She talked for only two or three minutes, but what she said teemed to stir up great commotion among the others. All the voices burst forth at once in exclamations, almost shouts. Then Minnie saw her father, seated near the window, rise and strike the table a great blow with his clinch? ed fist "W1H I make the nominating speech?" he cried. Td walk from here tn Rouen and back again to do Hr -'We'll swim outr exclaimed Mr. Keating of Arno. "The wonderful thing is that nobody thought of this before. There are just two difficulties ^-Halloway and our man himself. He 'wouldn't let his name be used against Kedge. Therefore we've got to work it quietly and keep it from him." "tifs not loo difficult," said the speak? er^ colleague. Mr. Boswell. "All we've got to do is to spring it as a surprise on the convention. Some of the old crowd j themselves will be swept along with us j 'When we make our nomination, and .yon want to stuff your ears with cot? ton. Tou see. all we need to do is to pass the word quietly among the Hal? loway people and the shaky McCune people. Rod may get wind of it but .yo? oant fix men in this district against ?s wnen they know what we mean to ?o now. On the first ballot we'lf give Halloway every vote he'd have got if fce^d run against McCune alone. It will fcelp him to understand how things were afterward. On the second "ballot wiry, we nominate. Of course it can't be helped that Halloway has to be kept tn the dark, too, but he's got to be." There's one danger." said Warren Smith. "Kedge Halloway is honest, but I believe ?:e's selfish enough to disturb his best friend's deathbed for his own ends. It's not unlikely that he will get nervous toward the last and be tele? graphing Harkless to have himself car? ried on a cot to the convention to save bim. That wouldn't do at ali, of course. And Miss Sherwood thinks maybe there'd be less danger if we set the Convention a little ahead of the day appointed. It's dangerous, because it shortens our time, but we can fix it for three days before the day we'd settled ?ac. and that will bring it to Sept. 7." **lt's a great plan." said Mr. Bence. who was au oratorical gentleman. He thrust one hand in his breast raised the other toward heaven and contin *ted. "For the name of Harkless Bhair ""Wait a minute," said Keating. Td fixe to hear from the Herald about its policy, if Miss Sherwood will tell us." Tes. indeed." she answered. "It will be very simple. Don't you think there "Here's to our candidate!" fs only one course to pursue? We will ?advocate no one very energetically, but "we will print as much of the truth ?bout Mr. McCune as we can, with del? icacy and honor, in this case; but as I %mderstand it the work is almost all to be done among the delegates. We shall bot mention our_plan at. all,, and we will "contrive that" Mr. Hark?essTs not receive his copy of the paper ? taining the notice of the change date, and I think the chance of his ing it in any Rouen paper may avoided. That is all, I think." .Thank you," said Keating. "Tha certainly the comte to follow." Every one nodded or acquiesced words, and Keating and Bence c? over to Helen and engaged her in < versation. The others began to 1 about for their hats, vaguely prepar to leave. / "Wait a minute," said the juc .There's no train due just now." ? Minnie appeared in the doorway w a big pitcher of crab apple cider, i and amber hued, sparkling, cold i redolent of the sweet smelling oren; where it was born. Behind Miss B coe came Mildy Upton with glasses z a fat. shaking, four storied jelly ci on a second tray. The judge pas: his cigars around, and the gentlen took them blithely, then hestitatin, held them in their fingers and glan* at the ladies, uncertain of permissii "Let me get you some matche Helen said quickly, and found a I on the table and handed them to Ke mg. Every one sat beaming, and f grant veils of smoke soon draped 1 room. "Why do you call her 'Miss Sh wood'?" Boswell whispered in Ke ing's ear. "That's her name." "Ain't she the daughter of that < fellow over there by the window? Ai: her name Fisbee?" "No; she's, his daughter, but her leg name's Sherwood. She' s an adop" "Great Scott! I know all about tlu I'd like to know if there's a man, w man or child in this part of the con try that doesn't* I guess it won't Fisbee or Sherwood either very lon She can easy get a new name, th lady. And if she took a fancy to Bc well, why, I'm a bach" "I expect she won't take a fancy Boswell very early," said Keating. "Go way," returned Mr. Boswe "What do you want to say that fo Can't you bear for anybody to be ha py a minute or two now and then?" Warren Smith approached Helen ai inquired if it would be asking too muc if they petitioned her for some musi and she went to the piano and sar some darky songs for them, with quaint suggestion of the dialect Tv* or three old fashioned negro melodh of Foster, followed by some rollickin modern imitations, with the movemei and spirit of a tin shop falling down flight of stairs. Her audience listone in delight from the first. But the latt< songs quite overcame them with plea; ure and admiration, and before she fii ished every head in the room was jo; ging from side to side and forwar and back in time to the music, whil every foot shuffled the measures on tb carpet When the gentlemen from out c town discovered that it was time t leave if they meant to catch their trai Helen called to them to wait and the gathered around her. "Just one second," she said. And sh poured all the glasses full to tho brin Then, as she stood in the center of th circle they made around her, she said: "Before you go shan't we pieds each other to our success in this geo home grown Indiana cider that leave our heads clear and our arms strong' If you will-then"- She began t( blush furiously, and her voice trem bled, but she lifted the glass high ovei her head and cried bravely, "Here's t< our candidate!" The big men, towering over ber threw back their heads and quaffei the gentle liquor to the last drop. Thei they sent up the first shout of th( campaign and cheered till the- rafters rang. **My friends," said Mr. Keating as lu and Boswell and the men from Gaine.5 drove away from the brick house-"nij friends, here is where I begin tlu warmest hustling 1 ever did. Now, 1 guess we all think this is a greal pian - "It is a glorious idea," said Mr Bence. "The name of Harklessy Keating drowned the oratory: "Bul .hat isn't all. That little girl wants il to succeed, and that settles it H? goes." i That night Mr. Parker, at work in thc printing office, perceived the figure of Mr. Tip worthy beckoning him mys? teriously from the pavement What's the matter. Buddie?" "Listen. She's singin' over her work." Parker stepped outside. On the pave? ment people had stopped to listen. They stood in thc shadow, looking up wiJi parted lips at the open, lighted windows whence came a clear, soft reaching voice, lifted ineffably in song. Now it swelled louder unconsciously: now its volume was more slender, and it melted liquidly into the night; again it trembled and rose and dwelt in the ear, strong and pure, and hearing it you sighed with unknown longings. It was the "Angels' Serenade." lind Tipworthy's sister, Cynthia, was with him. and Parker saw that she turned from the window and that she was crying quietly. She put her hand on the boy's shoulder and patted it with a forlorn gesture which to the foreman's eye was as graceful as it was sad. He moved closer to Bud, and his big hand fell on Cynthia's? brother's other shoulder as he realized that red hair coule! ?ook pretty sometimes, and he wondered why the editor's singing made Cynthia cry, and at the same time he decided to be mighty good to Bud henceforth. The spell of night and song was on him; that and something more, for it is a strange, inexplicable fact that the most practical chief ever known to the Herald had a singularly sentimental influence over her subordi? nates from the moment of her arrival. Under Harkless' domination there bad been no more steadfast bachelors in Carlow than Ross Schofield and Caleb Parker, and. like timorous youths in a graveyard, daring and mocking the ghosts in order to assuage their own fears, they had so gibed and jeered at the married state that there was talk of urging the minister to preach at them, but now let it be recorded that at the moment Caleb laid his hand on Bud's other shoulder his associate, Mr. Schofield, was enjoying a walk in the far end of town with a widow, and it is not to be doubted that Mr. Tipworthy's heart also was no longer in his posses? sion, though, as it was after 8 o'clock, the damsel of his desire had probably long since retired to her couch. For a faint light on the cause of these spells we must turn to a com? ment made by the invaluable Mr. Mar? tin some time afterward. Referring to the lady to whose voice he was now listening in silence, which shows how great the enthralling of her voice was. he said, "When you saw Tier or heard her or managed to be around anywhere she was. why, if you couldn't git up no hope of marryin' her you wanted to marry somebody." Mr. Lige Willetts, riding idly by. drew rein in front of the lighted win? dows and listened with the others. Presently he leaned from his horse and whispered .to a man near him, "I know that song." "Dolyou?" whispered the other. "Yes. He and I heard her sing it the night he was shot. We stood outside Briscoe's and listened." "So!" " 'It's a seraphic song,' he said," con? tinued Lige. "Xo!" exclaimed his friend. Then, shaking his head, he sighed, "Well, it's mighty sweet" The song was suddenly woven into laughter in the unseen chamber, and the lights in the windows went out and a small lady and a tall lady and a thin old man, all three laughing and *. J king happily, came down and drove in the Briscoe buckboard. William I Todd took his courage between his teeth and, the song ringing in his ears, made a desperate resolve to call upon Miss Bardlock that evening in spite of its being a week day, and Caleb Parker gently and stammeringly asked Cyn? thia if she would wait till he shut up the shop and let him walk home with her and Bud. Soon the square was quiet as before, and there was naught but peace under the big stars of July. That day the news had come that Harkless. after weeks of alternate im? provement and relapse, hazardously lingering in the borderland of shadows, had passed the crucial point and was convalescent His recovery was as? sured. But from their first word of him, from the message that he was found and was alive, none of the peo? ple of Carlow had really doubted. They are simple country people, and they know that God is good. CHAPTER XII. X Indiana town may lie asleep a long while, but it always wakes up some time, and Plattville woke up in August, when the Herald became a daily. Ii was then that history began to be made. The Herald printed news. It had made a connection with the Asso? ciated Press, and it was sold every morning at stands in every town in that section of the state. Its circula? tion tripled. Two new men were brought from Rouen for the editorial and reportorial staff, and Parker tr.lked of now presses. During the first week of the daily venture Eph Watts struck oil, and the Herald boomed the field. People swarmed into town; the hotel was crowded; strangers became no sen? sation whatever. A capitalist bought the whole north side of the square to erect new stores, -nd the Carlow bank began the construction of a new bank building of Bedford stone on the corner opposite the Herald. Then it was whis? pered, next affirmed, that Main street was to be asphalted. That was the end nf the "old days" of Plattville. But the man who had laid the foun? dation upon which the new Plattville was to be built, he who through the quiet labor of j*ears had stamped his <pirit on the people, lay sick in his friend's house and did not care. Tom Mereultli "hail "taken him from the hospital to his own home on a quiet street in Rouen, and John was well enough of his hurts to be taken abroad sometimes in a victoria, where he reclined, gray and thin, seemingly no more than a long afternoon shad? ow. But for days he would lie in a lethargy that made Tom despair. The soul of the country editor was sick in? side of him; he was weary and worn, and pain had left him dulled, except when he thought of returning to Platt? ville; then he felt physical horror. The place did not need him, nor he the place. Fisbee had found a young rela? tive to run the Herald, who signed his typewritten business letters "H. Fis? bee" in a strapping hand that suggest? ed six feet of muscle spattering ink on its shirt sleeves.. John wondered idly where old Fis? bee had raked up a relative, and he thought it probable that II. Fisbee was a Yankee cousin of the old nan, but he did not care much for that or for anything except to keep away from Carlow for the rest of his life, since he was to live. And there was no lon? ger need to go there. Ile was glad to know that II. Fisbee had written him before the oil bubbled in Eph's wells that to buy stock in Mr. Watts' com? pany might be profitable, especially as the stock was then so low that it was almost imperceptible, and Harkless i little money he had saved. He Meredith arrange it for him, and a Jays latPr the stock leaped clondw; However, his modest riches inter xl linn as little as did everything * Tie left his bed less and less, took ?nore drives, and his lethargy di -.ned. The only thing in which he shoi interest was the congressional c? paign of the district. It was far i vanced before the jaerald spoke o: at all, and Harkless saw that McC had lifted his head. One day Tom came in and foi him writing on a pad on his knee. Rouen, Sept. 2, - Dear Mr. Fisbee-Yours of the 1st hand. I entirely approve all arrangem'e you have made. I think you underst; that I wish you to regard everything tn your own hands. You are the editoi the Herald and have the sole responsi ity for everything, including policy, ur. after proper warning, I relieve you person, if that ever happens, but ui that time regard me as a mere special I I do not fear that you will make any n takes. You have done very much better all matters than I could have done mys At present I have only one suggestion observe that your editorials concern Halloway's renomination are someth lukewarm. It ls very important that be renominated, not so much on accoi of assuring his return to "Washington ( he is no Madison, I fear), but the fell McCune must be beaten if we have send him to the penitentiary on an i issue to do it. The man is corrupt to 1 bone. He has been bought and sold, an am glad the proofs of lt are in ye hands, as you tell me you found them, directed, in my desk. The papers y hold drove him out of politics once bj- t mere threat of publication. You shot have printed them last week, as I si gested. Do so at once; the time is sh o The Herald is a little paper (not so lit nowadays, after all, thanks to you), t it is an honest one. and it isn't afraid Rod McCune and his friends. Please me see as hearty a word as you can s for. Halloway also. You can write wi ginger. Please let us have some in tl matter. I am, very truly yours, JOHN HARKLESS TThen the letter was concluded, '. handed it to Meredith. "Please a dress that, put a 'special' on it and sei it, Tom. It should go at once, so as reach him tonight." "H. Fisbee?" "Yes-H. Fisbee." "I believe it does you good to wri1 boy," said the other as he bent ov him. "You look more chirrupy thi you have for several days." "It's that beast McCune. This youi Fisbee Is rather queer about it. I fe stirred up as I went along." But ev< before the sentence was finished tl favor of age and utter weariness r turned, and the dark lids cloaed ov< his eyes. They opened again slowl; and he took the other's hand and look* up at him mournfully; but, as it wer his soul shone forth in dumb and el quent thanks. "I-I'm giving you a jolly summe Tom," he said, with a quivering effo: to smile. "Don't you think I am? don't-I don't know what I should hav -done" "You old Indian!" said Meredith tei derly. Three days later Tom was rejoice by symptoms of invigoration in his pr tient. A telegram came for Harkles: and Meredith, bringing it into the sic room, vas surprised to find the occi pant sitting straight up on his couc without the prop of pillows. He wa reading the day's copy of the Heralc and his face was flushed and his btw stern. "What's the matter, boy?'* "Mismanagement, I hope," said th other in a strange voice; "worse, pei haps. It's this young Fisbee. I can' think what's come over the fellow, thought he was a treasure beyon< dreams, and he's turning out bad. VI swear it looks like they'd been-well. '. won't say that yet, but he hasn't print ed that McCune business I told you of and he's had two days. There is les: ;han a week before the convention ind"- He broke off, seeing the yellov envelope in Meredith's hand. "Is tha a telegram for me?" His companioi gave it to him. He tore it open anc read the contents. They were briei and unhappy. Can't you do something? Can't yoi come down? It begins to look the otha way. K. H. "Tom, give me that pad and pencil,' ?aid the sick man. He rapidly dashec ? off a note to H. Fisbee. Sept. 5, -. H. Fisbee, Editor Carlow Herald: Dear Sir-You have not acknowledged my letter of the 2d of September by a note (which should have reached me the fol? lowing morning) or by the alteration in the tenor of my columns which I re? quested, or by the publication of the Mc? Cune papers which I directed. In this I hold you grossly at fault. If you have a conscientious reason for refusing to carry out my request it should have been com? municated to me at once, as should the fact-if such be the case-that you are a personal (or impersonal, if you like) friend of Mr. Rodney McCune. Whatever the mo? tive which prevents you from operating my paper as I direct, I should have been in? formed of it. This is a matter vital to the interests of our community, and you have hitherto shown yourself too alert in ac? cepting my slightest suggestion for me to ponstrue this failure as negligence. You will receive this letter by 7 this evening by special delivery. You will print the facts concerning McCune in to? morrow morning's paper. I am well aware of the obligations un? der which your extreme efficiency and your thoughtfulness in many matters have placed me. It ls /to you I owe my unearned profits from the transaction in Dil, and it is to you I owe the Herald's extraordinary present circulation, growth Df power and influence. That power is still under my direction and is an added responsibility which shall not be misap? plied. Are you sorry for McCune? I warned him long ago that the papers you hold would be published If he ever tried to re? turn to political life, and he is deliberately counting on my physical weakness and absence. Let him rely upon it-I am not so weak as he thinks. I am sorry for him from the bottom of my heart, but the Herald is not. You need not reply by letter. Tomor? row's issue answers for you. Until I have received a copy I withhold my Judgment. JOHN HARKLESS. Tomorrow's Issue-that fateful print on which depended John Harkless' opinion af II. Fisbee's integrity-con i tained an editorial addressed to the ; delegates of the convention, warning j them to act for the vital interest of the j community and declaring that the op ! portunity to be given them in the pres ' eut_ convention was a rare one, a sin gular piece of good fortune indeed. They were to Lave a chance to vote for a man who had won the love and re? spect of every person in the district J one who had suffered for his champion? ship of righteousness; one whom even his few political enemies confessed they held in personal affection and cs teem; one who had been the inspiration of a new era; ene whose life had been helpfulness, whose hand had reached out to every struggler and unfortunate; a man who had met and faced danger for the sake of others; one who lived under a threat for years, and who had been almost overborne in the fulfillment of that threat, but who would live to see the sun shine on his triumph, the tribute the convention would bring bim as a gift from a community that loved him. His name needed not to be told. It was on every lip that morning and in every heart. Tom was eagerly watching his com? panion as he read. Harkless fell back cn the pillows with a drawn face, and for a moment he laid his thin hand over his eyes in a gesture of intense pain. "What is it?" "Meredith said quickly. "Give me the pad, please." "What is it, boy?" The other's teeth snapped together. "What is it?" he cried. "What is it? It's treachery, and the worst I ever knew. Not a word of the accusation I demanded-lying praises instead I Read that editorial-there, there!" He struck the page with the back of his hand and threw the paper to Meredith. "Read that miserable lie! 'One who has won the love and respect of every person in the district!' 'One who has sufferer' for his championship of righteousness, ??igh'oousness! Save the mark!" "What docs it moan?" "Mean! it m-ans Mc^une. Roi Me Cune. *who has lived nncier a thrv* frr years'-my thrert. ? ?v<-;-> T V.-<->"'' ;rlnt hi':: out of Indiana if he ever .a.isrd his head again, and he knew 1 :*or.:d. 'Almost overborne in the ful? fillment cf that threat'-almost! It's ri black scheme, and I see it now. This man cam? to Plattville and went on the Herald for nothing in the world but this. It's MeCuiie's hand all along. He daren't name him even now, the cow? ard! The trick lies between McCune and 3Toung Fisbee-the old man is inno? cent. Give me the pad. Not almost overborne. There are three good days to work in, and if Rod McCune sees congress it will be in. his next incarna? tion." He rapidly scribbled a few lines on the pad and threw the sheets to Mere? dith. "Get those telegrams to the West? ern Union office in a rush, please. Read them first." With wide eyes Tom read them. One was to Warren Smith: Take possession Herald. This is your j luthority. Publish McCune papers, so labeled, which H. Fisbee will har.d you. Beat ?lcCune. JOHN HARKLESS. The second was addressed to H. Fis? bee: You are relieved from the cares of ed? itorship. You will turn over the manage? ment of the Herald to Warren Smith. You will give him the McCune papers. 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