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*•*. HIS RISE TO POWE By HENRY RUSSELL MILLER, Author of "The Man Higher Up" Copyright, 19!!, by the Bobbs-Merril! Company fCONTIXCED.] After a languid good night to John Mrs. Hampden went, with an air of utter weariness, into the house. Hampden, however, for the space of one cigar, remained on the terrace, chatting pleasantly, during which time John discovered that even Steve Hamp den, hard driver of men and daring speculator, had a very likable side and took a mighty pride in his daugh ter. When the cigar had been tossed Rway Hampden rose, shaking hands cordially with John. "I'd better take my own advice. I have to work tomorrow, but don't you miss this fairy night. Come around often. John. And don't let this girl flirt the head from yonr shoul ders." "I'm already fearful for my peace •vf mind.'* John laughed. "But 1 shall come often, thank you." It would be evidence of an officious surveillance ro set down here just how often John Dunmeade journeyed to the •ugly house behind the hedge. It was not. however, thanks to the duties of his candidacy, as often as he would Ixaiye liked. But there were other matters de manding the attention of John Dun meade. nominee for the office of dis trict attorney by grace of the bosses' «alMIee. For he saw an army, whose discipline and weapons and effective ness caused him to wonder, go forth to war. Not with pomp and panoply that was to come later. This was the time for scout and reconnolssance. for the drawing of maps, the seizing of strategic positions and for numbering the enemy. The enemy—the people- John perceived, made no counter prep arations, did not even see the neces sity. Jeremy Applejrate one day pave John ^a new point of view. Jeremy was an old soldier, a cripple, and a clerk in the recorder's office. "I'm almighty glad." said Jeremy, "that for once I've got to work for a man I got «ome respect for. I'm a pretty specimen of citizen, ain't I?" he exclaimed bitterly. "I got a job.at Why've I got it—because I'm fit for it? Guess you lawyers that have to read my kinky handwrlte know better'n that It's because I'm an old soldier and a pegleg and the kind of shrimp that'll go round whinin' to his friends iftbout his job so's to get them to vote the ticket. Yessir, I'm that kind. 1 fit for my country all right, but I did it because it was my duty, not so's to te able to get a job and beg for votes ^afterward. I was a man then. Now I'm a parasite. For nigh onto twenty .years I've done it. because 1 c-nn'r make a livin' any other way. for good men and bad men, for them I can re spect—mostly for them 1 can't resjK'tt. 2 ain't allowed a mind of my own ner a 'Conscience, and every time I go cam paignin' I feel like a pup. Do you Irnbw what it is? It's hell, that's what It is." "What we need." said John, "is civil 'Service." "Civil service: They've got civil serv ice in the postofJBce. Did yon ever hear of a postmaster or his elerk that wasn't in politics?" But a grumbling soldier often is a good fighter witness Jeremy on a scouting expedition. It begins at the establishment of Silas Hieks. livery laian. Jeremy, being a pegleg, cannot tramp the weary miles ahead of him. He drives out into the country, brow wrinkled as he marshals his argu ments. He has no eyes for the calm beauty of the afternoon. pulls JIB the jogging horse beside a field in the middle of which a man is seen driving a hayra'se. !n response to Jeremy's hail the man«descends from Ms seat and walks slowly over to the fence. "Howdy, comrade," says Jeremy. "•Howdy, Jeremy." "Good harvestin' weather." "Purty good." comrade agrees. There is not a cloud in the sky. "Smoke?" suggests Jeremy. From a bulging pocket he draws forth a cigar 4drdled by a gaudy red and gold band. Tbey are very good cigars, costing $10 the hundred. At home repose three boxes of them, recently purchased. Jeremy has needed a new suit and his wife a new dress for more than a year. Tbese luxuries, however, must •t)e postponed. ,*',iwr The fanner holds the cigar to hisprevent nose, sniffing approvingly. "Til keep it-,till after supper." deposits it __ sarefuHy on the bottom rail of the fence beside his water jug. Jeremy resorts again to the bulging pocket "Keep that and smoke this now." he offers generously. The farm er lights the cigar. From another pocket Jeremy draws forth his own w«g&.. This pocket is not so well filled -and contains only "three ,/fera** for Jeremyaow consumption. After further preliminaries Jeremy wens Are. ... 'Mi .' *$t *"'''-,. .- "S'pose you're goiu' to git into line this fall, same as ever, comrade?/* lie remarks casually. The farmer leans on the fence in an attitude suited to comfortable argu ment. ''Well, I don't know's I a "With Johnny Dunmeade on thevery ticket?" "I'll vote for him. He's all right. Does my law work. I don't think much of the state ticket, though." Forthwith Jeremy launches iuto a passionate defense of his party, in which the tariff is freely mentioned. Reference is made also to the days when comrade and he shared blankets together on the red soil of -Virginia. talks rapidly, dreading to hear the argument which he cannot answer. Comrade is not unimpressed, but is far from conviction. "Well. I don't know." he says slowly. And then brings forth the thing that has been haunting Jeremy's nights and days. "I'm bothered some about that trust company business. Looks to me as if some of Murchell's politicians was at the bottom of it. When, they git to foolin' with our banks, it's time to make a change. If we let 'em go on, how'm I to know that my bank ain't mixed up with 'em?'* There is a silence, while* Jeremy braces himself for his duty. "I know. It—it's been botherin' me, too. But," he look& away and tries manfully to keep the whine out of his" voice, "I'm askin' you as a favor to me to over look it. They've served notice on me that |V got to bring in my list for the whole ticket or my job goes." There is another pilence. a longer one. while the farmer chews his cigar reflectively. "Well." he says at last, "I'd like to do ye a favor. Jeremy. I'll think it CHAPTER IV. The Nazarite. MlI ANY years before the"re had come to Ne Chelsea a shep herd to lead the Presbyterian flock and to die, leaving bis wife, a shy. plain little woman, and her son, to struggle with the problem of existence. She must have strug gled effectively, for New Chelsea bears witness that never was recourse had to Its ready charity. Some credit must be given to the son who, when public schooldays were over, bent himself to* the problem a moon "faced lad who blinked uncomprehendingly at the teasing and pranks of his former schoolmates. Slow, patient, unobtru sive, of the sort that despite sundry time honored maxims usually finds recognition reluctant, he yet won it quickly. When those of his generation whose fathers had been able to provide a college education returned on thenothing threshold 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 er of certain small mortgages, but not all boastful over it. continued, even when he became cashier, modest ly unaware that he had become a model young man. was a literal man who took all things seriously, his duty to his bank, his treasurership of the Presbyterian church. was rarely known to laugh. After thirty-five years' acquaintance New Chelsea had found no explanation of him. It was admitted that even Judge Dunmeade, who had a liking for sonorous phrases, had failed with his ''triumph of the commonplace vir tues." And It continued to choose Warren Blake as treasurer for those organizations requiring such an officer, executor of its last wills and testa ments and trustee of its estates, of which trusts he always rendered prompt and exact accounts. And now, all Ne Chelsea knew, he and Stephen Hampden were organiz ing a company of fabulous capitaliza tion to work the coal fields. One morning in mid July Warren was as usual at his desk. The day had already become hot and stifling. The clerks at the counter grumbled profanely at the rule, promulgated by Warren, that forbade them to appear coatless, and glanced enviously through the plate glass partition at the cashier, very handsome and cool looking in his light gray suit socks and necktie to match. was reading, with a slow care that overlooked no syllable, the papers on the desk. When he had read them he arranged them in two neat lit tle piles, which, he labeled "Options Granted" and "Options Refused." As this task was completed Stephen Hampden entered the bank, with a pleasant nod in reply to the clerks' re spectful greeting. He made his way into the cashier's office. "Phew!" he whistled, drawing a chair up to the desk. "It's a hot day, isn't it? Have you the options?" Warren pushed the two piles of docu ments toward him. At one Hampden merely glanced the other. "Options Refused," he opened and read rapidly. "H-m-m! All Deer township proper ties. Why won't they sign?" •They want cash, not stock, for their coal." "Did you point out to them the^ pros pective value of the stock and the ne cessity of being all in one company to price-cutting and the Opportu nity to improve the community by opening up a new business?" "I did. But we're not trying to im prove the community we're trying to -make money for ourselves." *Cr|. "I'm afraid. Warren, you^were the wrong man to send after those op tions." .... "I was," said Warren calmly?" "I told yon SQ at first. I'm not a clever talker." 'f£g I don't want ttttie Ufjtjuty^iOBe ej fa this a I barsuto. (vara r* send .Who bunmeaW ^ftlr'J^* •d^J»l 'WM 2hose options?" W couTdnmTje hiin'at torney for us and the- company and give him stock. What do yon think?" Warren took several minutes to con sider this suggestion. "He can do it if any one can." he said at last ?H is popular among the farmers. Ev erybody likes ,him. I like him. too. though he is always laughing at me." "Eh? Why does he laugh at you?" Hampden inquired. ^J^V^ 1 "1 don't know," answered Warren evenly. "I shall ask him sometime. Shall I send for him?",, ,t. ,„ .,.„k "Yes." Warren opened the door and sent one of his clerks with the message. Then he sat down, staring thoughtfully at the smoke from Hampden's cigar. Hampden took up a pad and pencil and began to make sonie calculations. "He won't do it." Warren said sud denly.. it? "Why not?" Hampden looked up from his penciling. "He's honest" "Aren't we honest?" Hampden de manded sharply. "We're not—sentimental." Warren answered calmly. "He is. We're try ing to take advantage—legitimately, of course—of the farmers in a bargain. That's the thing he likes to fight* 'f "Not at all," Hampden contradicted eoldly. "This is a straight business proposition, and I guess he'll not be sentimental when we offer him, *say, ten thousand—in stock. W let him have that much without jsing control." "I don't think he'll take it** Warren insisted without warmth. **And he isn't a fool. He doem't ?»eefl 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." "Eh?" 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." A few minutes later John entered the bank. Hampden greeted him cordially. Warren listened patiently "while the other men used up a few ailnutes in pleasant preliminaries. Th* came at last to the purpose of John's summons. *T suppose you've heard of our coal proposition?" Hampden suggested "Yes." "There y&m Jbe 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 new in the plan." "We don't know much about high finance in Ne Chelsea. But I read the papers sometimes. It is almost a classic, 1 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 farmers. 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." hesitated, look- I'm sorry, but I can't do it." ing directly at Hampden. J-?'That hard ly gives the farmers a square deal. The pupils of Hampden's eyes con tracted suddenly. "Certainly it does." he answered with some emphasis, "since it converts nroperties that have been eating themselves up in taxes into a producingproposition. I didn't say/* he added carelessly, "that yonr fee ought, in my opinion, to be about $10. 000—in stock." .,-,.» "Worth how much?" "Worth par," Hampden answered with conviction. "Eventually." "Phew! You haven't impressed as a man who would pay city prices for country butter, Mr. Hampden.** John replied tooughtfujryv ^JjBsjt.why^ so much?" ^i£iisi Yen-will be expected to earn hV* lar." •aM Hampden dryly. "Are yon^ra ^be^ ^^H told me once that he didn't care of questioning fees because they Hampden abruptly straightened up in his chair. "You may stick to •gouge.' Do I understand that you re fuse the job?" "I have been trying to explain my reasons"— "I'm not deeply concerned with your reasons." Hampden remarked shortly. picked up a document and pointed ly began to peruse it. Observing that John did not at once take the hint, he looked up. nodding carelessly. "Oh! Good morning!" John rose, flushed under the curt dis missal and went out of the bank. "I told you so." Warren said. "Can't you say anything more origi nal than that?" Ham:»den exclaimed impatiently. Warren couldn't, so he held his peace. "What I'd like to know," Hampden added reflectively, dropping the docu ment, 'i why Murchell let him be nominated. A yonng lawyer who re fuses a big fee for sentimental reasons has no place in Murchell's machine." was talking to himself rather than to Warren. But this was attacking what had al most attained the sanctity of a tradi tion, an institution proudly cherished by New Chelsea! "Murchell is a smart man." Warren was.moved to protest, "and he likes Dunmeade. And maybe John is smart enough to guess that the stock may be worth nothing—even tually." Hampden looked at him sharply, but Warren's face was as expressionless as that of the soldiers' monument. "Well," the capitalist remarked philo sophically, "it's Murchell's business, not mine." That evening Katherine was to be found on the terrace. _She was looking particularly well, a fact of which she was not altogether unconscious. Bu she was restless and wandered aim lessly into the library where she found her father busy at his desk on which lay a profusion of papers and blue prints. nodded abstractedly. "Still at work, dad7 Don't you ever get tired of it?" "I guess it's the only thing I know how to do. My generation was never taught to take pleasure seriously. You needn't complain, though." leaned back in his chair and surveyed her ap provingly. "Where are the swains?". She yawned. "There seems to have been a devastating epidemic. You will kindly proceed to amuse me." ,f "All this gorgeousness wasted •*&£? She yawned again. ,"1 was rather looking for John Dunmeade this even /'Henc6 Tthat"gown*and that stunning new arrangement of the hair? You're not going to fall in love with an incom petent one horse country lawyer, are you?" "It is not beyond the bounds of pos sibility." she laughed. "But is John an incompetent? 1 don't believe it "He i3. proved it today. I gave aim the chance to make some money, more than he is likely to make in five years, and be turned it down—for senti mental reasons! And the worse of it is he didn't turn ft down regretfully, bat bluntly, quite as though it didn't matter! That sort of man won't much for money. I tfMturht then 't posing." A 3 coatfnued the Only Ym not^ile clear" i^f''m^^W"tlW^yl^^^j^Em you expect me to earn a fee of $10/100 in stock worth par—eventually." "The usual legal matters—charter, organization, conveyances and so on. And." casually, "helping us to sign up the^Deer township properties." -„. "They don't like the proposition?'^? "They're the only ones who haven't accepted itJ ,vThey seem to be holding out under the advice of this fellow— Craushawe. is it?" Warren nodded. "We think you can swing them into line." "I see." said John thoughtfulljvifiHis brow wrinkled in a troubled fashion as he gazed-reflectively out at the clerks sweltering behind the cage. Hampden and Warren waited patiently for his••since answer. .At last he raised his eyes to Hamp den's. "I'm sorry, but 1 can't do it." "Why not?" Hampden demanded. "This* fellow Cranshawe happens to be a good deal of a man. and his neighbors are clients of mine in a smail way and friends also. 1 think. They do me the honor to trust me. 1 shouldn't care to advise them in this matter." "Why :iot?" Hampden demanded again. "Let us say," .lohn smiled, "that 1 am in politics and don't want to com plicate my vote getting."" "That isn't your reason." "Weil." John said regretfully, "if you will have it. it isn't a proposition that I can conscientiously recommend." "You impeach my honesty?" "1 do not go so far. -sir. Honesty is a matter of intent. I think I understand your point of view—that you will con vert their idle coal, as you say. into an income property and by starting a new industry will iudirectly 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?" "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 fac to gouge"—the word slipped out he corrected himself hastily—**to drive a close bargain with the farmers." crook." "Well?" I "Well—what?"J "Are you?" And she added quickly, seeing his look of aggrieved astonish ment. "But of course^ I know, yon aren't." "I am not,*' he said emphatically. "I "•have always kept my operations strict ly within the law. and that is more than a good many men who aren't call ed crooks can say. Of course," he went on. 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