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CHAPTER 1. How It AN Began. "We can hold out six months longer at least six months." My mother's tone made the six months stretch encouragingly into six long years. I see her now rividly as if it were only yesterday. We were at our scant breakfast, I as blue as was ever even 25, she brave and confident. And hers was no mere pretense to reassure me, no cheerless optimism . f ignorance, ; but the through-and-through courage and strength of those who flinch for no bogey that life or death can conjure. Her tone lifted me; I glanced at her and what shone from her eyes set me on my feet, face to the foe. The table-cloth was darned in many places, but so skillfully that you, could hare looked closely without detecting it. Not a lump of sugar, nor a slice of bread went to waste in that house; yet even I had to think twice to realize that we were poor, desperately poor. She did not hide our poverty; she beautified it, ehe dignified it into Spartan simplicity. I know it is not the glamour over the past that makes me believethere are no women now like those of the race to which she belonged. The world, to-day, yields comfort too easily to the capable; hardship ia the only mold for such character, and in those days, in this middle-western country, even the capable were strangers to hardship. "When I was young," she went on, "and things looked black, as they have a habit of looking to the young and inexperienced," that pat in with a. teasing smile at me "I used to say to myself: "Well, anyhow, they can't kill me." And the thought used to cheer me up wonderfully. In fact, it still does." I no longer felt hopeless. 1 began to gnaw my troubles again despair is still. "Judge Granby is a dog," said I; yes, a dog." "Why 'dog?'" objected my mother. "Why not simply "mean- man?' I've never known a dog that could equal a man who set out to be 'ornery.' " "When I think of all the work Tve done for him in these three years " "For yourself." she Interrupted. "Work you do for others doesn't amount to much, unless it's been first and best for yourself." "Cut he was benefited by it, too, I urged, "and has taken life easy, and has had more clients and bigger fees .than he ever had before. I'd like to give him a jolt I'd stop nagging him to put' my name in a miserable corner of the glass in his door. I'd hang out a big sign of my own over toy own office door." My mother burst into a radiant smile. "I've been waiting a year to hear that," she said. Thereupon I had a" shock of fright inside, for I'd never have dared to show fear before my mother. There's nothing else that makes you so brave as living with some one before whom you haven't the courage to let your cowardice show Its feather. If we didn't keep each other up to the mark, what a spectacle of fright and flight this world-drama would be! Vanity, the greatest of vices, is also the greatest of virtues, or the source of the greatest virtues which comes to the same thing. "When did you do it?" she went on, and then I knew I was in for it. and how well-founded was the suspicion that had been keeping my Hps tightshut upon my dream of independence. "I'll III think about it," was my answer, in a tone which I hoped she would see was not hesitating, but reflective; "I mustn't go too far or too fast." . n . "Better go too far and too fast than none at all," retorted my wise mother. "Once a tortoise beat a hare once. It never happened again, yet the whole timid world has been talking about it ever since." And she fell into a study from which she roused herself to say: "You'd better let me Bargain for the office and the furniture and the big sign." he knew but could not or wou' not teach me how to get a doll. ' a worth for a dollar; would not, I .spect, for see aespisea parsimony - .eclarlng it to be another virtue ach Is becoming onlj- In a womar - "Of course wher " I began. "We've got to do something in the next six months." she warned. And now she made the six months seem six minutes. I had at my tongue's end something about the danger of dragging her down into misfortune; but before speaking I looked at her, and. looking, refrained. To say it to her would have been too absurd to her who had been left a widow with nothing at all, who had "cated me for college, and who ha.".elped me through my first year there helped me with money, I mean. But for what she gave besides, more, immeasurably more but for her courage in me and round me and under me I'd never have got my degree or anything else, I fear. To call that courage help would be like saying the mainspring

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77fC0Sr. helps the watch to go. I looked at her. "They can't kill roe, can they?" said I, with a laugh which sounded so brave that It straightway made me brave. So It was settled. But that was the first step in a fight I can't remember even now without a sinking heart. The farmers of Jackson county, of which Pulaski was the county seat, found in litigation their chief distraction from the stupefying dullness of farm life in those days of "pause, after the Indian and nature had been conquered and before the big world's arteries of thought and action had penetrated. The farmers took eagerly to litigation to save themselves from stagnation. Still, a new lawyer, especially if he was young, had an agonizing time of it convincing their slow, stiff, suspicious natures that he could be trusted in such a crisis as "going to law." To make matters worse, I fell in love. Once It wa3 years afterward, though not many years ago Burbank, at the time governor, . was with me, and we were going over the main points for his annual message. One of my suggestions my orders to all my agents, high and low, have always been sugar-coated as "suggestions" started a new train of thought in him, and he took pen and paper to fix it before It had a chance to escape. As he wrote, my glance wandered along the shelves of the book-cases. It paused on the farthest and lowest shelf. I rose and went there, and found my old school-books, those I used when I was in public school No. 3, too, near 30 years ago! In the shelf one book stood higher than the ether tall and thin and ragged, Its covers torn, its pages scribbled, Btalned and dog-eared. Looking through that old physical geography was like a first talk with a long-lost friend. It had, indeed, been my old friend. Behind Its broad back I had eaten forbidden apples, I had aimed and discharged the blowgun, I had reveled in blood-and-thun-der tales that made the drowsy schoolroom fade before the vast wilderness, the scene of breathless struggles between Indian and 6ettler, or open into the high seas where pirate, er worse-than-pirate Britisher, struck flag to American privateer or man-o'-war. . On an impulse shot up from the dustiest depths of memory, I turned the old geography sidewise and examined the edges of the cover. Yes, there was the cache I had made by splitting the pasteboard with my jackknife. I thrust in my finger-nail; out came a slip of paper. I glanced at Burbank he was busy. I, somewhat stealthily, you may imagine, opened the .paper and well, my heart beat more rapidly as I saw in a school-girl scrawl: inrt I was no longer master of a state; I was a boy. in school again. I could see her laboring over this game of "friendship, love, indifference, hate." I could see "Redney" Griggs, who sat between her and me. In the row of desks between and parallel to my row and hers could see him swoop and snatch the paper from her, look at it, grin maliciously, and toss it over to me. I -was in grade A, was 16, and was beginning to take myself seriously. She was in grade D, was little more than half my age, but looked older and how sweet and pretty she was! She had black hair, thick and wavy, with "little tresses escaping from plaits and ribbons to float about her forehead, ears and neck. Her skin was darker then, I think, than it is now, but it had the same smoothness and glow certainly it could not have had more. I think the dart must have struck that day why else did I keep the bit of paper? But it did not trouble me until the first winter of my launching forth as "Harvey Sayler, Attorney and Counselor at Law." She was the daughter of the Episcopal preacher; and, as every one thought well of the prospects of my mother's son, i our courtship was undisturbed. Then, in the spring, when fortune was at Its coldest and love at its most feverish, her father accepted a call to a church ia Eoston, eight miles away. To go to see her was impossible; how could the money be spared $50 at the least? Once when they had been gone about four months my mother Insisted that I must. But I refused, and I do not know whether it is to my credit or not, for my refusal gave her only pain, whereas the sacrifices she would have had to make, had I gone, would have given her only pleasure. I had no fear that Betty would change in our separation. There are some , people you hope are stanch, and some people you think will be stanch, if , and then there are those, many women and a few men, whom it is impossible to think of as false or even faltering. I did not fully appreciate that -quality then.

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ior my memory was not then dotted with the graves of false friendships and littered with the rubbish of broken promises; but I did appreciate it enough to build securely upon it. Build? No, that is not the word. There may be those who are stimulated to achievement by being 'in love, though I doubt it. At any rate,

I was not one of them. My love for her absorbed my thoughts, and par alyzed my courage. Of the qualities that have contributed to what success I may have had, I put in the first rank a disposition to see the gloomiest side of the future. But it has not helped to make my life happier, invaluable though it has been in preventing misadventure from catching me napping. So another year passed. Then came hard times real hard times. I had some clients enough to insure mother and myself a living, with the interest on mortgage and note kept down. But my clients were poor, and poor pay, and slow pay. Nobody was doing well but the note-shavers. I How mother fought to keep the front brave and bright! not her front, for that was bright by nature, like the sky beyond the clouds; but our front, my front the front of our affairs. "You'd Better Let Me Bargain for the Furniture and the Big Sign. No one must see that we were pinching so I must be the most obviously prosperous young lawyer in Pulaski. What that struggle cost her I did not then realise; no, could not realize until I looked at her face for the last time, looked and turned away and thought on the meaning of the lines and the hollows over which Death had spread his proclamation of eternal peace. I have heard it said of those markings in human faces: "How ugly!" But it seems to me that, to aijy one with eyes and imagination, line and wrinkle and hollow always have the somber grandeur of tragedy. I remember my mother when her face was smooth and had the shallow beauty that the shallow dote on. But her face whereon was written the story of fearlessness, sacrifice and love that is the face beautiful of my mother for me. In the midst of those times of trial, when she had ceased to smile for she had none of that hypocritical cheerfulness which depresses and is a mere vanity to make silly onlookers cry "Brave!" when there is no true bravery just when we were at our lowest ebb, came an offer from Bill Dominlck to put me into politics. I had been interested in politics ever since I was seven years old. I recall distinctly the beginning: On a November afternoon it must have been November, though I remember that it was summer-warm, with all the windows open and many men In the streets in shirt-sleeves at any rate, I was on my way home from school. As I neared the court house I saw a crowd In the yard, and was reminded that it was election flay, and that my father was running for reelection to the state senate; so, I bolted for his law office in the second story of the Masonic temple, across the street from the court house. He was at the window and was looking at the polling place so intently that he took no notice of me as I stood beside him. I know now why he was absorbed and why his face was stern and sad. I shut my eyes and see that court house yard, the long line of men going to vote, single file, each man calling out his name as he handed in his ballot, and Tow Weedon who shot an escaping prisoner when he was deputy sheriff repeating the name in a loud voice. Bach oncoming rater in that curiously regular and compact file was holding out his right arm stiff so that the hand was about a foot clear of the thigh; and in every one of those thus conspicuous hands was a conspicuous bit of white paper a ballot. As each man reached the polling window and gaTe his name, he swung that hand round with a stiff armed, circular motion that kept it clear of the body and in full view until the bit of paper disappeared In the silt in the ballot box. I wished to ask my father what this strange spectacle meant; but. as I glanced up at him to begin my question, I knew I mast not. for I felt that I was seeing something which shocked him so profoundly that he would take me away if I reminded him of my presence. I know now that I was witnessing the crude beginnings of the money-machine in politics the beginnings of the downfall of parties the beginnings of the overthrow of the people as the political power. Those stiff-armed men were the "floating voters" of that ward of Pulaski. They had been bought tip by a rich candidate of the opposition party, which was less scrupulous than our party, then in the flush of devotion to "principles" and led by such old-fashioned men as my father with : bld-fasbiaed- notions of borer

ana nonesty. Those "floaters" had to keep the ballot in full view from the time they got it of the agent of their purchaser until they had deposited it beyond the possibility of substitution he must see them "deliver the goods." My father was defeated. He saw that, in politics, the day of the public servant of public interests was over, and that the night of the private servant of private interests had begun. He resigned his leadership into the dextrous hands of a politician. Soon afterward he died, muttering: "Prosperity has ruined my country." From that election day my interest In politics grew, and but for my mother's bitter prejudice I should have been an active politician, perhaps before I was out of college. Pulaski, indeed all that section of my state, waa strong of my party. Therefor Dominlck, its local boss, was absolute. At the last county election," four years before the time of which I am writing, there had been a spasmodic attempt to oust him. He had grown so insolent, and had put his prices for political and politicalcommercial "favors" to our leading citizens so high, that the "best element" in our party reluctantly broke from its allegiance. To save himself he had been forced to order flagrant cheating on the tally sheets; his ally and' fellow conspirator, M'Coskrey, the opposition boss, was caught and was indicted by the grand jury. The reformers made such a stir that Ben Cass, the county prosecutor, though a Dominlck man, disobeyed his mas

ter and tried and convicted M'Coskrery. Of course, following the custom in cases of yielding to pressure from public sentiment, he made the trial-errors necessary to insure reversal in the higher court; and he finally gave Dominlck's judge the opportunity to quash the indictment. But the boss was relentless Cass had been disobedient, and had put upon "my friend M'Coskrey" the disgrace of making a sorry figure "in court. "Ben can look to his swell reform friends for a renomination," said he; "hell not get it from me." Thus it came to pass that Dominlck's lieutenant, Buck Fessenden, appeared in my office one afternoon' in July, and, after a brief parley, asked me how I'd like to be prosecuting attorney of Jackson county. Four thousand a year for four years, and a reelection if I should give satisfaction; and afterward, the bench or a seat In congress! I could pay off everything; I could marry! It was my first distinct vision of the plum tree. To how many thousands of our brightest, most promising young Americans it is shown each year in just such circumstances! CHAPTER II. At the Court of a Sovereign. - That evening after supper I went to see Dominlck. In the lower end of Pulaski there was a large beer garden known as Domlnick's headquarters. He received half the profits In return for making it his loafing-place, the seat of the source of all political honor, preferment and privilege in the Third, Sixth and Seventh congressional districts. I found him enthroned at the end of a long table in the farthest corner of the garden. On one side of him sat James Spencer, judge of the circuit court "Domlnick's judge;" on the other side Henry De Forest, principal owner of the Pulaski Gas and Street Railway company. There were several minor celebrities in politics, the law and business down either side of the table, then Fessenden, talking with Cowley, our lieutenant governor. As soon as I appeared Fessenden nodded to me, rose, and said to the others generally: "Come on, boys, let's adjourn to the next table. Mr. Dominlck wants to talk to this young fellow." I knew something of politics, but I was not prepared to see that distinguished company rise, and, with not a shadow of resentment on any man's face, with only a respectful, envious glance at me, who was to deprive them of sunshine for a few minutes, remove themselves and their glasses to another table. When I knew Dominlck better, and "other bosses in this republic of ours, I knew that the boss is never above the weakness of the monarch class for a rigid and servile court etiquette. My own lack of this weakness has been a mistake which might have been serious had my political power been based upon men. It is a blunder to treat men without self-respect as if they were your equals. They expect to cringe; if they are not compelled" to do so, they are likely to forget their place. At the court of a boss are seen only those who have lost self-respect and those who never had it. The first are the lower though they rank themselves, and are ranked above the "just naturally low." But Dominlck was alone, his eternal glass of sarsaparilla before him. He used the left corner of his mouth both for his cigar and for speech. To bid me draw near and seat myself, he had to shift his cigar. When the few words necessary were halfspoken, half-grunted, he rolled his cigar back to the corner which it rarely left. He nodded condescendingly, and, as I took the indicated chair at his right, gave me a hand that was fat and firm, not unlike the flabby yet tenacious sucker of a moist sea-creature. He was a huge, tall man, enormously muscular, with a high head like a block, straight in front, behind and on either side; keen, shifty, pig eyes, pompous cheeks, a raw, wide mouth; slovenly dress, with a big diamond as a collar button, and another on his puffy little finger. He was about 40 years old. had graduated from blwsmHh too - lazy to work Into

prize-fighter, thence into saloon keeper. It was as saloon-keeper that he founded and built his power, made himself the local middleman between our two great political factors, those who buy and break laws and those who aid and abet the lawlessness by selling themselves as voters or as ofGee holders. Dominick had fixed his eyes upon his sarsaparilla. He frowned savagely into its pale brown foam when ho realized that I purposed to force him o speak first. His voice was ominously surly as he shifted his cigar to say: "Well, young fellow, what can I do for you?" "Mr. Fessenden told me you wanted to see me," said I. ' "He didn't say nothing of the sort," growled Dominlck. "I've knowed Buck 17 years, and he ain't no liar." I flushed and glanced at the distinguished company silently waiting to return to the royal presence. Surely, if these eminent fellow citizens of mine endured this insulting monarch, I could I, the youthful, the obscure, the dependent. Said I: "Perhaps I did not express myself quite accurately. Fessenden told me you were considering making me your candidate for county prosecutor, and suggested that I call and see you." Dominicy gave a gleam and a

grunt like a hogthat had been flattered with a rough scratching of its hide. But he answered: "I don't give no nominations. That's the province of the party, young man." "But you are the party," was my reply. At the time I was not conscious that I had thus easily dropped down among the hide-scratchers. I assured myself that I was simply stating the truth and Ignored the fact that telling the truth can be the most degrading sycophancy, and the subtlest and for that reason the most shameless, lying. , "Well, I guess I've got a little something to say about the party," he concluded. "Us young fellows that are active in politics like to see young fellows pushed to the front. A good many of us boys ain't stuck on Ben Cass he's too stuck on himself. He's getting out' of touch with the common people, and is boot-llcklng in with the swells up town. So when I heard you wanted the nomination for prosecutor, I told Buck to trot you round and let us look you over-. Good party man?" "Yes and my father and grandfather before me." "No reform germs in your system?" I laughed I was really amused, such a relief was it to see a gleam of pleasantry in that pernicious mass. "I'm not better than my party," said I, "and I don't desert it just because it doesn't happen to do everything according to my notions." "That's right," said Dominick, falling naturally into the role of political schoolmaster. "There ain't no government without responsibility, and there ain't no responsibility without organization, and there ain't no organization without men willing to sink their differences." He paused. I looked my admiration I 'was grateful to him for this chance to think him an Intellect. Who likes to admit that he bows before a mere brute? The compulsory courtiers of a deputy may possibly and in part tell the truth about him, after they are safe; but was there ever a voluntary courtier whose opinion of his monarch could be believed? The RiorA rlistfrts-nfisriprl tha fsrmrtfor "Well, Young Fellow, What Can I Do for You?" the greater his necessity, to exaggerate his royal master or mistress to others and to himself. Dominick forged on: "Somebody's got to lead, and the leader's got to be obeyed. Otherwise what becomes of his party? Why, it goes to hell, and we've got anarchy." This was terse, pointed, plausible the stereotyped "machine" argument. I nodded emphatically. "Ben Cass" he proceeded, "believes in discipline and organization and leadership only when they've elected him to a fat job. He wants to use the party, but when the party wants service in return,' up goes Mr. Cass' snout and tail, and off he lopes'. He's what I call a cast iron " I shall omit the vigorous phrase wherein he summarized Cass. . His vocabulary was f not large; he therefore frequently re sorted to the 'garbage barrel and the muck heap for missiles. I showed in my face my scorn for the Cass sort of selfishness and insubordination. "The leader has all the strings in his hand," said I. "He's the only .one who can judge what must be done. He must be trusted and obeyed." "I see you've got the right stoff in you, young man," said Dominick, heartily. "So you want the job?". I hesitated I was thinking of him. of friM-fvr-ony r?-m-r

respect unsullied, but also untemptea theretofore. He scowled. "Do you, or don't you?" "Yes," said I I was thinking of the debts and mother and Betty. "Yes, indeed; I'd esteem it a great honor, and I'd be grateful to you." If I had thrust myself over-head into a Fewer I should hate felt less vile than I did as my fears and longings uttered those degrading words. He grunted. "Well, we'll see. Tell the boys at the other table to cobe back." He nodded a dismissal and gave me that moist, strong grip again. As I went toward the other table each man there had a hand round his glass In readiness for the message of recalL I mentally called the roll wealth, respectability, honor, all on their knees before Dominick, each with his eye upon the branch of the plum? tree that bore the kind of fruit he fancied. And I wondered how they felt inside for I was then ignorant of the great foundation truth of practical ethics, that a man's conscience is not the producer but the product of his career. Fessenden accompanied mo to the door. "The old man is in a hell of a humor to-night" said he. "His wife's caught on to a little game he's been up to, and she's the only human being he's afraid of. She came in here, one night, and led him out by the ear. What a fool a man is to marry when -there's a chance of running into a mess like that! But you made a hit with him. Besides, he needs you. Your family " Buck checked himself, feeling that drink was making him voluble. "He's a strong man, isn't he?" said I; "a born leader." "Middle-weight champion in his day," replied Fessenden. "He can still knock out anybody in the organization in one round." "Good night, and thank you," said L So I went my way, not elated, but utterly depressed more than depressed when I won, the first case in which I knew my client's opponent was in the right and had lost only because I outgeneraled his stupid lawyer. I was, like most of the sons and daughters of the vigorous families of the earnest, deeply religious earlywest, an Idealist by inheritance and by training; but I suppose any young man, however practical, must feel a shock when he begins those compromises between theoretical and practical right which are part of the dally routine of active life, and without which active life Is Impossible. I had said nothing to my mother, because I did not wish to raise her hopes or her objections. I now de

cided to be silent until the matter should be settled. The next day but one Fessenden came, bad news in his face. "The old man like you," ho began, "but " I had not then learned to control my expression. I could not help showing what ruins of lofty castles that ominous "but" dropped upon my head. "You'll soon be used to getting it In the neck if you stay in politics," said Fessenden. "There's not much else. But you ain't so bad off as you think.. The old man decided that he can afford to run one of his reliable hacks for the place. He's suddenly found a way of sinking bis hooks into the head devil of the re-1 former's and Ben Cass chief backer. Singer you know him the lawyer." Singer was one of the leaders of the state bar and superintendent of our Sunday school. "Dominick has made Do Forest give Singer the law business of the Gas and Street Railway company, so Singer is coming over to us.". Buck grinned. "He has found that local interests must be subordinated to the broader Interests of the party in state and nation." I had been reading in our party's morning paper what a wise and patriotic move Singer had made in advising the putting off of a reform campaign and I had believed in the sincerity of his motive! Fessenden echoed my sneer, and went on: "He's a rotten hypocrite; but then, we can always pull the bung out of those reform movements that way." "You said it Isn't as had for me as it seems," I interrupted. "Oh. yes. You're to be on the ticket. The old man's going to send you to the legislature lower house, of course." I did not cheer up. An assemblyman got only a thousand a year. "The pay ain't mach, confessed Buck, "but there ain't nothing to do except vote according to order. Then there's a great deal to be picked up on the side the old man understands that others have got to live besides him. Salaries in politics don't cut no figure nowadays, anyhow. It's the chance the place gives for pickups." At first I flatly refused, but Buck pointed out that I was foolish to throw away the benefits sure to come through the "old man's" liking for me. "He'll take care of you," he assured me. "He's got you booked for a quick rise." My poverty was so pressing that I had not the courage to refuse the year and a half of ferocious struggle and the longing to marry Betty Crosby had combined to break my spirit. I believe It ia Johnson who says the worst feature of genteel poverty la Its power to make one ridiculous. I don't think so. Xo; its worst feature is Its po'er to make one afraid. ' That night I told my mother of my Impending "honors." We were In the dark oa our little front porch. She was silent, and presently I thought I heard her suppress a sigh . "You don't like It, mother? said L "No, Harvey, but I see no light stc? T T-tyo e

one sho-ild always steer toward what light there is." She stood behind my chair, put her hands on my shoulders, and rested her chin lightly on the top of my head. "Besides, I can trust you. Whatever direction you take, you're sure to win in the end." I was glad It was dark. An hour after I went to bed I heard some one stirring in the house It seemed to me there was a voice, too. I rose and went Into the hall, and so, softly to my mother's room. Her door was ajar. She was near the window, kneeling there, praying for me. I had not been long in the legislature before I saw that my position was even more contemptible than I

anticipated. So contemptible. Indeed, was it that, had I not been away from home and among those as basely slt uated as myself, it would havebeen intolerable a convict infinitely prefers the penitentiary to the chain 'gang. Then. too. there was consolation in the fact that the people, my fellow citizens, in their stupidity and Ignorance about political conditions, did not realize what public offlcehad come to mean. At home they believed what the machine-controlled newspapers said of me that Iwas a "manly. Independent young man. that I was "making a vigorous-stand for what was honest In public affairs," that I was the "honorable and distinguished son of an honorable and distinguished father." How often X read those and similar eulogies ot young men just starting in public, life! And is It not really amazing that the people believe, that they, never say to themselves: "But, if he were actually what hosovloudly professes to be, how could he have got public office from a boss and' a ma chine?" I soon gave-up trying to fool myself into imagining I was the servant of the people by introducing or speaking for petty little popular measures. I saw clearly that graft was the backbone, the whole skeleton of legislative business, and ' that Its fleshly cover of pretended publio service could be seen only by the blind. I saw, also, that no one in the machine of either party had any; real power. The state boss of our party. United States Senator Dunkirk, was a creature and servant of corporations. Silliman, the state boss of the opposition party, was the same, but got les3 for his. services because his party was hopelessly In the minority, nd Its machine could be useful only as a sort of supplement and scapegoat. !. With the men at the top, Dunkirk and Silliman, mpre lackeys, I saw my. own future plainly enough. I saw myself crawling on year after yearcrawling one of two roads. Either I should become a political scullion, a wretched party hack, despising my self and despised by those who used me, or I should develop into a lackey's lackey, or a plain 1 ackey, the lieutenant of a boss or a boss, so-called a derisive name, really, when the only kind of bossship open was head political procurer to one or more rich corporations op groups of corporations. I felt I should probably become a scullion, as 1 thought I had no taste or instinct for business, and as I was developing some talent for "mixing," and for dispensing fchot air" from the stump, i I turned these things over and over in my mind with an energy that sprang from shame, from the know 1-' edge of what my mother would think? if she knew the truth about her,son; and from a realization that If was no nearer marrying Betty Crosbythan before. At last. I wrought myself into a sullen fury'beneath a calm' surface. The1 lessons in self-restraint and self-hiding I, learned in that'' first1 of my two years as assemblyman: have been invaluable. When I entered upon, my second' and last winter I- was outwardly aa sereneias as a volcano on'thererge of eruption. " . (Continued to Page Eight). (To Be Continued.) If in need of a hog, sheep or cattle clipping tank, write before buying ta the National Medical Co., Sheldon, I a. RIEGER THE CAUFCbHK pehfumeb til mt o 30,050 trcis to !:rribae free to U. Cose t once before dar re fane t rfW r!e feea rkr w ovr wBdoi for prixe and date uf corctetc Itr Ckerrr tab it the late perfaste, Come ia &c4 luapic h. 4 package of these seedi Will be given with cver purchase on Thursday Friday and Saturday! IV!. J. QUIGLEY Court House Pharmacy

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