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advanced working clubs strongly ad
vocated his candidacy for office. The
movement grew. He was now in full
fledged condition in a hotly contested
What Mead had said about the riv
er precincts was true. Those districts
were populated by a densely ignorant
and.prejudiced class. A disreputable
and free-treating demagogue had
won their ear and was using money
and artifice to sway the voters away
"Well, what have you to report?"
he inquired with some anxiety and
distrust as his agent appeared the
"Good news!" buoyantly replied Ar
nold Carter. "See here, do you hap
pen to know anybody of the name
"Lester Lester?" repeated Mead
dubiously. "No, I am sure not. Why
do you ask?"
"Because upon the efforts of a com
munity worker, a Miss Eloise Lester,
probably depend all your chances of
winning in this contest. It seems she
is a sort of guardian angel to the poor
down Matlock way. Why, I don't
know, but she is opposing your po
litical rival strenuously and booming
you. It may be because of the clear,
clean principles involved, but one
would think she was a sister, or a
sweetheart, the enthusiastic way she
goes about helping your cause."
"I declare," murmured Mead, "you
quite interest me."
"She is a graceful, reticent -young
girl," proceeded Matlock. "She has
addressed two or more meetings ev
ery night for a week. She is fast
changing the sentiment of the voters.
Mr. Mead, I am going to give you a
very good piece of advice. Get down
to Matlock at once, and follow up the
splendid work this young settlement
worker has started for you with your
own eloquence and persuasiveness as
a natural orator."
"Thank you, Carter," said Mead in
his quiet, reflective way. "I'll think of
Which Mead decided to do. More
than once on his way to Matlock he
recalled the name Lester. It gave no
clue to a real identity. Then that?
same night, as on the skirts of a great
crowd he listened to a silvery voiced,
modestly attired young girl press hla;
claims upon a respectful and attentive;
audience, he traced nothing familla
in the sweet earnest face dawning up
on him as the most beautiful he had
ever seen. '-
They passed on for a few squares
to come upon a second meeting. A
liquor-soaked voice, a campaigner for
Mead's rival, was pouring out abuse
upon the young physician. Mead was
about to move away when the base
less statement of the speaker that his
uncle had misappropriated a large
charity fund when he gave up busi
ness,, aroused -him.
"I am going to answer that falsi
fier,", said Mead to his companion.
"I wouldn't waqte the time," ad
vised Carter. "He has a lot of tough
heelers around him." , .
-' But Mead was fully roused ugHe
neared the platform as the speaker
concluded his tirade and stepped
promptly forward with the clear, ring
"Men, I am Randal Mead, and I am
here to refute the yile aspersions of
There was a sudden silence, then
the hirelings of the baffled orator
seemed to receive their cue. They
drowned out the-words Mead tried to
speak with cat-calls and derisive yells.
"Take care!" suddenly shouted
Carter, but he was too late. A missile
hurtled through the air. It landed on
the face of Mead, cutting a deep gash.
The blood streamed down his face aS
he sank to the one chair on the plat?
form, weak and half stunned. j
"Shame on you!" rang out a new
voice and Mead was half conscious of
a dainty form mounting to the plat
form and shielding him in a wild ap
peal to the audience- Then as in a
dream he took in her words. She was
Uelling .the now awed and silenced