Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 91, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 April 1913 — THE SPELLBINDER [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

THE SPELLBINDER

By OCTAVE THANET

Author of “The Man at Am Hour.” “The Ukm'rn Share,” •‘By Inheritance,” etc.

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« m OT lons .since the writer P had occasion to pass f&SSS through the scene of this ■ Btory. It would be hard to find anywhere a more (/L./C) pleasant and prosperous >V/ land. Fertile fields and shady country roads and pastilles where sleek . f cattle are contentedly grazing great stacks of

green alfalfa; farmhouses with flowers and vines, as well as thriving kitchen gardens; windmills that pipe houses with water as well as fill the barn troughs; automobiles and good roads —there could hardly be a greater contrast And it is pleasant to hear that the pioneers who suffered Incredible hardships during the lean years are now reaping the reward of their toll, courage and versatile, indomitable ingenuity.

The frozen soil rattled under the horses’ hoofs; the wagon wheels rattled on their own account A'Decern* V>er wind was keen enough to make the driver wrap his patched - quilt closer and pull bis battered straw hat lower over his ears. He was a mail of thirty, with high, tanned features and eyes that would have been handsome but for their sullen frown. "I should call it getting good and ready for a blizzard,” observed the other man on the board (seat the wagon had none); “maybe he won’t come.” “He’ll come fast enough," returned driver; “you don’t catch buzzards staying fn for weather!” “I don’t know. He’s a pretty luxurious young scoundrel Bixby says he had a letter from him—very particular about a fire in his room, and plenty of hot water and towels. Bixby is worried lest the boys make a fuss with him in his hotel.” “Bixby is a coward from Wayback," was the driver’s single comment or reply. “I don’t suppose.” he said in a care-' less tone, “you fellows mean /to do more than scare the lad well.” 1 “We scared the last man. Doc Russell got him fairly paralyzed; told him ’bout the Shylock that turned out the Kinneys, and Miss Kinney’s dying in the wagon, she was so weak; and Kin —somebody (’course he didn’t mention names) shooting that man; and their arresting Kinney, and the Jury acquitting him without leaving the box. Oh, he told a lot of stories. Some of ’em, I guess, he made up out of his own head; but that lowa lawyer swallered the whole batch, hide and hoofs and all. And he pouldn’t git out of town quick enough! But what’s the good? Here’s this young dude come again. Say, did you know it’s his pa that owns most of the stock in the trust?” ... “No?” “Yes, sir. He’s got the upper hand of ’qm all. They’ve bought up every last bit of foreclosed land ’round here. Yes, we was so mighty smart, we fixed it that nobody’d dare to buy; and nobody ’round here would dare, even s'posing they got the money, which they ain’t— ’’ “There certainly ain’t much loose money ’round here, Wesley. At least, when I ran the paper I didn’t find it; I was glad to rent an abandoned farm and trade my subscription list for enough corn to pay the first instalment on some stock and a cultivator.” "Did you pay any more?”

"No; times got 'worse Instead of better. I'd have lost the stock and the cultivator aqd every blamed thing In the way of implement I've got If It hadn’t been for you fellows running the implement man opt of the country; he’d a chattel mortgage that was a terror. But what were you saying about the landT Nobody would buy?" "Of ■'ourse nobody would buy, and we hugged ourselves we was so durned slick. Oh, my! Now, here comes along lone of them bloody trusts that’s eating this country up, and goes to the land company and buys the foreclosed land for a song. It goes all the cheaper because Its known far and wide that we elected the sheriff not to enforce writs, but to resist ’em; and the same with, all the officers; and we’re ready to shoot down any man that tries to push us off the earth. That scared folks, and the Investment company sold cheap as dirt. They knew they couldn’t git anybody to take up a farm ’round here. Look a* there!” He jerked the point of the switch that served for whip In the direction of a dark bulk looming against the glowing belt of red In the west The outlines of a'ruined chimney toppled over the misshapen roof. The door and window openings gaped forlornly; doors and windows were gone long since, wrenched off for other needs. Bit by bit the house had been nibbled at—here a porch platform taken, there a patch of weather-boarding, shingles pulled from the roof, the corn crib a wreck, the outbuildings carried away piece-meal —until, a sadder ruin than fire leaves. It faced the sunset and the prairie. “That farm belonged to as hard-

working, smart a feller as ever handled a plow. Look at them fields, gone to desolation like everything else, but the furrows used to be as straight’s a Use with a ruler. He fought the hard times and the drought till his wife died, and then he said to me, T’m beat; I’m going to take the baby back to Winnie’s folks. If JPd only gone last year I could have took Winnie, too. The company kin have my farm, and I hope to God it’ll be the curse to them it’s been to me!’ There the farm is. And look further down” —shifting the switch to another direction —“there’s another . dropping to pieces. Lord, whew I think of the stories they told me about the crops when I fust came and put in four hundred dollars that I’d worked hard for in a sawmill, and I think how we used to set ’round the fire evenings, pay wife and I, talking about how the town was a-growlng and what it would be when the trees was growed and our children was going to school, and bow we’d havs a cabinet organ and we’d have a top buggy, and we’d send for her mother, who didn’t jest like it with Bill’s wife—we was Jest Jike children, making WieveT fiui that ain’t what I was driving at. Here- it is. We calculated that we’d be let alone, because the poor, miserable remnants of stock aid machines and farms we got simply wasn’t worth outside folks taking, and Inside folks wouldn’t risk their lives by dispossessing us. That’s how we sized It up, ain’t it?” “I don’t see yet what you’re after, Wesley." “You will. We reasoned that way. But along comes this company, this—trust, that’s clean against the laws and don’t give a curse for that, and it buys up the whole outfit I tell you, Mr. Robbins, there ain’t five men in this community that that trust ain’t got the legal right to turn out on the prairies tomorrow. They’ve all been foreclosed, and the year of grace is up. Most of us here ain’t got no show at all —legally. And so they sqnd a man down here to see about gltting out vrrits and finishing us up.” “But who’ll they get to buy, Wesley Orr?”

"They’re not needing much buying. They're on to a new scheme —going to turn all these farms into big pastures and fatten cattle with' alfalfa, raise it and ship it; then the lower part of the county, down below town, they intend to run a ditch through from the river and irrigate it. They will fetch in a colony who’ll pay them about ten times what they paid, I expect, and —” "But we won’t let them —” “Depends on how many guns the colony’s got and how much fight there’s in it. They’ll try it, anyhow, unless—” “Unless—” repeated Robbins uneasily. “Unless they’re scared off, unless they think it’s death for a man to tackle us.” “I kinder wish,” said Robbins, "that he came from another town.” “What’s the difference about the town?" —— “Oh, none, I guess. But that town, lt’a in lowa, and it sent the best things we’ve ever had. One Woman put in a lot of jams and jellies and tea — such tea! My wife was sick then, and I didn’t know but I’d lose her. I gave her some of that tea and some j£m, and she began to pick up from that day. It was a quince jam, and made her think of home, she said. Her father was a Connecticut man, and they had an orchard with quince trees in it —I remember —” He did not finish the sentence, but he sighed as he absently ran his eye over the gaps in the harness mended with rope. “I bet he didn’t have nothing to do with that box,” said Orr; “most like, the people sent us that were poor folks themselves, and had to pinch to make up for the things they sent us. ’Taint’ the rich people are sorriest for poor folks. This young Wallace —his father’s the owner of a big paper, and rich besides, and he’s got thlg boy in training for editor; and when that first duck cou|dn’t do nothing out here, the old man said he’d buy in, and the young one thought it a mighty smart thing to do to come over here and turn a lot of half-starved women and children out in winter. What’s he care? What do any of these rich folks care?”

"I don’t think you’re fair, Wesley," said Robbins. "All the rich folks aren’t mean. I know more about them than you." He spoke with a dawning of pride in his tone, which deepened a little. “Yes, I know you used to belong to them,” said Orr, “and I guess you were decent to the poor. But you'll admit you didn't have no notion how it cuts to work every muscle In you and to lay awake thinking yourself half craay to puzzle out better ways to make money and yet to feel every year you’re a-slnking deeper In the slough! I’ve worked five years here, and ’ceptlng the first year, every single year has piled Interest on the mortgage. Every year we’ve had less clothes to wear and poorer stuff to eat, and it’s been mend instead of buy, l and we've had more debts and more

worries every year. I tell yon 1 , Mr. Robbins, I thought it would kill me, once, to come on 'the county. I’d ‘a’ said I’d starve first; but you can’t see your wife and children starve. I went in last winter, and asked for relief, in last winter, and asked for relief.” “It was awful hard on you, Wesley,” said Robbins gently. “I suppose it wasn’t nothing to what some men have suffered. There was poor Tommy Walker, give up his farm when it was foreclosed —thought he had to-*wnd went off tramping to Kansas City, and after he’d tramped, a week there, looking for a job, give it up and jumped into the river. And you know how old man Osgood killed himself, honest a old man as ever lived; always kept hia, machines under cover, too; he couldn’t stand it They found it harder —and lots more, too; but I’ve found it hard enough. And I know I’d shoot that sneaking, sheering young Shylock, and not mind it near so much as I minded killing poor Sport.” "I don’t know but we’d all better quit," said the younger man with a sigh. "This isn’t a living country. Three years of drought would break any country up. It’s not meant to live in. ' We had a fair crop tills year, but it’s' so low; and freights, though they’re lower, are pretty high. I don’t see any way out of it. And I declare I think if we run this young 'fellow off we’ll only get a bad name for the place.” “I don’t care for bad names,” said the other sullenly. “I got a wife and three children; I was foreclosed a year ago—sojs you, so’s a lot of the boys; we’re at the end of our string now—legally. So what did we say? We said we didn’t care, was it legal qr Illegal; that laws was made to skin the poor Man; and we elected a sheriff we could depend on not to enforce the laws, and we druv off the bloodsuckers they sent out here. They say one feller was killed. I don’t know. Guess that’s one of Doc Russell’s stories. ,

“My father was with John Brown; he helped kill a man. He never lost no sleep about it; I shan’t neither. Look here, Mr. Robbins, I got lots of time to think, winters—lots. Remorse afid all them fine feelings you read of, they don’t belong to folks that are way down in the dirt. You got to have something to eat and' wear, and not have your stomach sassing you, and you half froze most of the time; when your body is in sech a fix it’s keeping your mind so full there ain’t any show for any other feelings. And look a’ here, there’s worse” —his voice sank. "Why, you git to that pass you ain’t able to feed your own wife and babies. When this morning Peggy kept hushing the baby, and she was fretting and moaning, and Peggy says to me, couldn’t I git a little crackers in town; maybe the baby could eat them? I* didn’t feel nothing ’cept a numb aching. I kept saying, ‘l’d ’a’ felt that, once!’ But 1 didn’t feel It now. And, all of a sudden, it come to me 'twas because I was gitting past feelinglike you do when you’re froze, jest before you die. I read a story once, when I was a little Bhaver, that kept mo awake nights many a time. It was about a Russian nobleman out sleighriding with his children, three of ’em, on one of them steppes; and the wolves chased them. The father had a pistol, and he would shoot one of the wolves, and then the cowardly cusses would stop to tear the wounded critter to pieces and eat him, giving the folks in the sleigh a little more time; but every time the distance between the wolves and them when they stopped was a little smaller; but they were getting closer to the town, and they could see the lights. So the father, he kept on shooting, until the wolves were jumping up and grabbing at the sleigh, and the last time he shot a wolf he used up his last cartridge; then, when they came after him again, when the lights were nearer, and he knew if he could stop ’em once more he could escape, he—he throwqd out one of the children; because it was this way: if he jumped out himself the children were so little they couldn’t drive, and they’d be tipped up, and all three of them lost, so he throwed out the child he loved the best, and they got to town safely; but he went raving crazy. Well, I thought of him, and I said, if baby died there’d be the more chance for the others—” "Look here, Wesley,” his companion interrupted, “quit itl You’re getting Jight-headed. Get rid of such fool thoughts as those or you’ll be going off to the insane asylum; and mighty little use your family will have of you there!”

Orr gave him no answer. Robbins watched bis' Impassive face and frowned. "He’s not bad-hearted, / but he’s desperate. You can’t appeal to a desperate man,” he thought, “and the other boys are the same way. There’ll be wild work there tonight, unless that young fool has the papers with him and will give them up. ” You’re a fool, Oeorge Robbins, to ndix yoursblf up In it on the chance of getting a few dollars from a Kansas City paper for a telegram!” Silently the two men looked at the nearing lights, while the wagon creaked and swayed and, rattled over the road. “We. got to save the lantern to go home ty,” Orr remarked at last, "else I’d light up; they ain't got any more lights In the streets. But I guess we can see.” There were enough lights In the windows to reveal the wide untidiness of the street, the black, boarded windows of the empty shops, the gaps In the sidewalk, the haggard gardens, where savage winds had blown- the heart out of deserted rose-trees and geraniums. In general the sky-Uas

was low ana the roof* the simplest peaks; but it was broken In a few places by three and four storied brick buildings of the florid pomp on which a" raw western town lores to lavish its money. Now they loomed, dark and silent, landmarks of vanished ambition. Robbins, who was a man of parts and education, with a fanciful torn, felt the air of defeat and desolalike miasma. The upper story of the hotel was dark, and the greater part of the lower story; but the kitchen was bright, and yellow light leaked through every chink and crack in the office blinds. “Boys have turned out well, I guess,” said Robbins. *: “They better turn out!” said Orr. No word was spoken -by either while they unhitched their horses, led them within the sheds, and tied them among the sorry company already housed. Robbins noted that after Onhad laid the blanket which haid served them for robe on one thin back, he flung his own quilt over the other. Then they stumbled (for they were unwleldly with cold) through the yard to the hotel. ' The office was full of men, gathered about the stove, talking to each other. The innkeeper sat behind his counter, affecting to busy himself with a blotted ledger. Originally he had been a stout man, but he had lost flesh of late years. He was wrinkled and dabby, and the furtive eyeshots that he cast toward the store were anxious beyond his concealing. Any " one, however* could perceive that matters of heavy import were being discussed. The miserably clad men about the stove all looked sullen. There was none of the easy-going badinage so habitual with westerners. They exchanged glances rather than words; what words were spoken were uttered in low tones. "Where is he?** said Orr, In the same undertone to a large man in a buffalo coat The large man was the sheriff of the county. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the dining-room. “What’s he like?” “little feller with a game leg.” Orr frowned. Robbins.felt uncomfortable. A gaunt man on the outskirts of the circle added: “He’s powerful slick, though; you can bet your life. That girl Susy is all won over already; and she’s suspecting something, sure’s shooting. I guess she’s warned him there’s something in the air.” ‘Well, if there is, I don’t know It,” said the sheriff. “You never will know anything about it, either,” a gray-haired man added. “That’s right, Kinney,” two or three spoke at once. But immediately a silence fell on them. Robbins, who felt himself an outsider, could see that the others drew closer together. Once or twice he caught sinister murmurs. He began to wish that he had not come.

"It would be no earthly nee for me to chip In and try to soften them," he thought "They’re crazy with defeat and misery and the fool stuff campaign orators have crammed down their throats.” Just then the dining-room door opened, and Robbins was the only one of the group to turn his head. The other men gazed at the fire, and the heavy silence heavier. The man who came out of the room was young, slight of figure, and he limped a little. Nevertheless, there was nothing of dejection in his bearing: or his face. He was freckled to a degree, smooth-shaven, and his teeth were beautiful. He had fine eyes also, a deep blue, flashing like steel as they moved from one object to another. The eyes were keen, alert, and determined; but being set rather wide apart under his light brows, they gave the face a candid, almost artless, look, and when he smiled the deep dimple in his cheek made it as merry as a child’s. "Good evening, gentlemen," said he cheerfully. No one responded. Robbins made a gurgle in his throat, which the newcomer generously accepted for salutation, promptly approaching the Are at Robbins’ elbow. “Cold weather," said he. Two or three of the company lifted their heads and eyed the speaker. "Too cold weather for folks to travel unless they're wanted bad!” said the gray-haired man on the edge of the company. There was a thrill of some strong feeling in his deep voice. "It does seem that way,” agreed the young man with undiminished vivacity. "I am glad to get to a shelter. By the way, I hear this is a dry town. Will some of you gentlemen have something with me?" He had pulled out a and was flashing his brilliant smile at Robbins.

"No, thank you, I don’t drink,” said Robbing; but he felt bis throat itching at the sight "Wyil drink your llcker after we’ve finished our business with yon,” the gray man struck in. He was old Captain Sparks, who had been very bitter since bis eldest son went crazy with overwork and sunstroke and killed himself. The other men laughed. They looked at each other; they looked with goading bate in their dull eyes at the stranger; and they laughed. “Here, Johnny,” said ,the young man, taking no notice, “run np to twenty-five and fetch me the beg there, the black one. If we are to drink to our business, I want you all to Join. You are all interested, I take It? And get some glasses while you are about It” The boy whom be addressed, the landlord’s son. a lad of twelve, had been busy staring- at the stronger ever since he entered the roam. He

ran away, but as he ran could not restrain himself from flinging one or two glances back over his shoulder. “Don’t you smoke, either?" said the stranger to Robbins, ,111* hand to his breast pocket "Only a pipe," answered Robbins. He wished that he didn’t feel an absurd, morbid sympathy for the poor fool’s pluck sneaking into his consciousness. "What are we wafting for?" The captain whispered it to a mild-eyed, short-bearded man next him ; but the captain’s whisper carried far. “Aw, give him rope!” suggested the mildeyed man; “maybe he ain’t so sandy’s he seems.” Not seeming to recognise any chill in his reception, the young stranger approached the stove. No one moved to admit him to the inner circle; this, also, he did not seem to f observe. “This whole country looks as if you had been having hard times,” he continued. His voice had full, rich, magnetic notes, but its unfamiliar intonations jarred on his hearers; they knew them to belong to the east, and they hated the east “It’s pretty sad to ride through miles and miles of farming country and see the burned fenceposts that caught fire from the cinders, just lying where they fell, and the smoke not coming out of one farm-house chimney in' six. It looks as if the farmers out this way had simply given up the fight” "You’ve hit it,” said the mild-eyed man; “they have. Some of them have moved away and some of them have killed themselves, after they’ve lost their stock on chattel mortgages and lost their land to the Improvement company. There ought to be lots of ghosts on those abandoned farms and in those houses where the fences are down. This country is full of ghosts. We ain’t much better than ghosts ourselves.” -- “it was the three dry years, I suppose." "That and the mortgage sharks and the Shylocks from the east,” old Captain Sparks Interrupted in a venomous tone; "what pickings the drought left they got” "Pretty tough!” said the stranger, declining the combat again. "There’s one man I want to meet here; his name is Russell —Doctor Russell.” The mild-eyed man explained that his name was Russell; the other men looked puzzled and suspicious. “What’s his little game?” whispered the captain. "It won’t go, whatever it is,” said the man next him. Robbins heard question and answer distinctly; but the young fellow near him did not wince. “Are you the one that wrote %o Fairport, Doctor Russell? I guess you must be. “Yes, I wrote to Fairport,” said Russell. “Well, I hope you liked the barrel we sent, and the boxes. They were going to send them to another place, but your letter decided us. That’s my church, you know, which sent them. And, for that matter, it was your letter first turned my father’s attention to investing in your part of the country. Oh, tell me, where did that tea go? My mother would send her best London mixture —” “Was it your mother?” Robbins spoke. With a red face and a flash of his eye at the sullen group about him, he withdrew his chair, making i clear passage to the stove. "I’d like to thank her, then, and her son for her; that tea and that quince jam—whose was the quince Jam?" "I rather think my mother put that in, too.”

“Well, It almost cared my wife; it was better than medicine, that and the tea, for, not to mention that we couldn’t get any medicine, it pat heart into her as medicine couldn’t I wonder was it your mother, or who was it put in that volume of college songs? I.got that Yon wouldn’t think it hut I’m a university man—Harvard—” The young fellow caugbt his band and gripped it hard. “Harvard? So am I—Martin Wallace, ’92.” “My name is George Robbins, and I’m a good deal farther back; and, as yon can see. I’m down on my luck. But there’s no need going into my hard-luck story; it’s like a lot of our stories here. You see where we are—hardly shoes to our feet; not because we have been shiftless or Idle, or have wronged anybody; yet the cutthroats and thieves' in the penitentiary have had better fare and suffered less with cold and hunger than we have. And it’s not that we are fools, either; we’re not uneducated. There ere at least three other college men in our community; there’s Doc Russell—” “I am,” drawled Russell; “much good it’s done me; but I won honors at the University of lowa." "I didn’t win any honors, bnt I went to the state university—was graduated there before I went to Harvard. But—you aren’t Teddy Russell, Teddy Russell of the Glee club and the football eleven?” "Yes, I am Teddy Russell.” "E. D. Russell, of course; why didn’t I guess? You were there two years before me, but I daresay they are talking of you still; and the way yon won a touchdown with a broken rib on you, and the time all the rest of the Glee club missed the train at Fairport, going to Lone Tree, and yeW went on with the banjoes and were the whole thing for three-quarters of an hour! Well, I’m glad to meet you, Doctor. Let us have a good song or two together after business.” "I guess not.” said the captain; "business first, young feller!” Russell shook off the hand, mattering something too low for Robbins’ ear; but Robbins sidled nearer to him, so near that he wgs able to exchange a single glance and to see Russell’s Ups form the Words, “Watch Orr!” They understood each other. "Weren’t yon from Ann Arbor you*-

self, Captain?” said Robbins, graflWffi at any straw of peace. . > 'l’ve been too poor ever since th#> war to remember whether I ever had; a college education or not,” retorted! the captain with a sneer. "I belong tortbq people now; their eaose is my cause. Where do you belong? We'v* traded your folks when you were sick, ana helped you lay by your crops, and driven the mortgage sharks eX your stuff. Say, what are yon doing now? Are you monkeying around te turn traitor or coward, or what's the matter?” -“We’re all right, Captain,” answered Russell, the western bsrr on his tongue as soft and leisurely as ever, and no hint of excitement in Us manner; “but I see no barm In Jetting Mr. Wallace answer our questions before we fly off. the handle.” So saying, before the captain realised hie purpose ne edged through the crowd! to Wallace’s side. Robbins followed him; and the eyes of all the others turned to the three menacing and eager/ "All I aak is to answer questions and to make my proposition to yon,” said Wallace, his fearless young eyes running round the circle. “If you don’t like it yon can refuse and send me home—to make other arrangements.” . ■/ “No, we ain't going to send yon home,” said Orr. It was the first 'time that he had spoken. Wallace flashed a keen glance at him and spoke Us next words directly to him. “But I’m sure you won’t want to do it. Yon see, I’m yoor last chance and yon have to examine it!” They had not expected sock an answer. A little vibration ran like a wave over the gaunt, ferociously attentive faces. Wallace’s eyes were fixed on Orris face, which did net change. Orris hand was In the breast of his ragged waistcoat "You people have certainly had the devil’s own time and through no fault of yours, unless It’s a fault that yon aren’t quitters!” “That’s right,” said Robbins. Orris eyes narrowed a little. Wallace continued, not taking his own eyes oft the farmer's: “This country Is all right wben there's a good year, but the good yearn come so seldom! What you fellow* need down here is not free sliver, but. free water. With plenty of water you can raise big crops; and down In thevalley therq la not the danger; ls -wn dig ditches, of the river running dry; we can get—” “And who’ll pay for irrigation?" avoice demanded. Wallace did not: shift his gase to the speaker; b» talked to Orr as if Orr were the only man in the room: “We expect to furnish the money.” "And what win happen till the ditches are digged r* “There’s alfalfa to be raised on all these abandoned fields.” “And what’s to become of us?" said. Orr. “I can see where you folks can git a holt and come out even; but what’s going to become of us? Are we to move off the earth and let you stay here?” Every one listened for Wallace's answer. Even the boy in the doorway, returning with Wallace’s bag; stood half scared at the foot of tb*> stairs, not daring to go forward. , “Why not stay and take pot lock: with us?" said Wallace, coolly, “We bought the mortgages cheap, sad we'll. seU them cheap. We’ll sell water rights cheap also. And yon will make better colonists than any we coukt Import—cheaper, too. it’s for our in tercets as well as yours to make a deal with you and to make one that will be satisfactory. Isn’t Itr Orris hand dropped to his side, be shuffled his feet, his eyes turned from Wallace to seek the captain. “1 Hadn’t figured it out yon was going to make any such proposition," said the captain. Perhaps yon thought we intended to chuck you all out in the cold and. hog everything. We are neither sueb pigs nor such fools. You fellows cam help us more than anybody else. Ham Is Johnny. Now, let’s come to bushneee; but first, Johnny, get soma glasses. We’ll all drink to the new deal.” And afterwards they told with chuckles how even the who was an original Prohibltlonlstbefore he became a Populist, touched his llpe to the glass that was passed over tko big map. “All you folks here need is hope,” said the cheerful young lowan; “yen have plenty of pluck and plenty of sense and oodles of experience; and we stand ready to put in the Now, what do you say; ddfea it go?" After an hour of talk over the maps, he repeated the question, and the captain himself led the chorus, “It goes. Well all stand by you!” The blizzard had not come, «»y| thn moon was shining when Qeorge Robbins and Wesley Orr drive home from town. A basket was carefully held on Orris knees. Robbins was caroling the chorus to “Johnny Harvard” and wishing a health to him and his true love at the top of a hoarse and husky voice. Orr looked solemnly ahead Into the little wavering disk of radlauon that their lantern cast Once he skivered violently, but he was not cold. Suddenly he spoke. There wee a quiver in bis face and bis voice, but all he said was, “Bay, be was dead right. We was so desperate we was erasy. Hope, that was what we needed, sad he give it to ns; bnt how some fellers would have messed that job, getting round to that same proposal we all wanted to hug him for! And—-I’m glad he didn’t. I’m mighty glad we dlun’t git a chance to do what we set out to do. He was slick. Say, what is it they call them newspaper boys? Spellbinders? That’s him—* arwtr