Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-03-29
'',They are bound 10 hare yo1i for our nexf
qOuernOr," she said.

Although the judge was busy in
thought he could not help il that his
mind, separate and apart from the work
in hand, dwelt upon the likelihood Of his
succeeding in the ambition of his life
Friends had written him, his thought
had told him that he had but to accept
and the nomination would be his Ths
govenorship-was not that an honor Of
which any man might be proud?
The light from the argand burner
spread halo around his brow. Rows
Of book cases hemmed him in; the en-
graved faces Of Claiming, Burke and
Daniel Webster looked down upon him
from the walls.
Apart from the port-aiture Of such
worthless, directly opposite his writing
table was a life size crayon of a lady
with barred neck, her fine eyes seemingly
concentrated upon the bended form of
the judge as his pen moved over the par
per, several pages of which, covered with
his legally bad handwriting. lay scat
tered before him The logs hared in thu
fireplace and cast a glow upon ths
crayon picture till the eyes seemed Al
most like those of living person
It was a long table at which the judge
sat, and one end Of it was hanked by .
numbered newspapers. A lady in low
chair was at this end of the table, har
white jeweled fingers turning the lingo
evening sheet she had been scanning b.
fore clipping paragraph from IL as shs
had clipped similar paragraphs from ssv-
eral other papers there. II was easy 10
see that she was the original Of tho
crayon portrait, her face some yean
older, indeed, than the pictured one,
scarcely so ideal as that, with more con
troll of the under lip. This was the
judges wife.
She had been out TO dinner, and with
out changing her gown had come into
the study and taken her usual place At
her end of the long table. Here she sat
evening after evening. calling herself
his Nemesis, his Pallas, his Eloise. his
Laura, while he wrote at his papers or
read from the calf bound volumes that
made the atmosphere pungently musty.
At one moment while she looked over
the paper she held, sparkling ornament
that clasped the rich lace at her throat
became unclasped, and she let the paper
rattle into her lap while she made tho
gold hasp secure. Then she ran her hand
up to the solitaires in her ears with
feminine automatic gesture, and taking
up q pair of scissors began cutting an
item from the paper.
'sThey are bound to have you for our
next governor" she said as she shipped
the paper. Here is the seventh men
ton in today's papers; my scrap book
will soon be full of your praises. This
one says you are shining example Of
justice and logic-in other words, that
you have the honor Of never having had
one Of your decisions reversed by the
higher court. What win they say by
election time9'
She picked up some other scraps shs
had extracted from the leviathans Of the
printing press.
Listen 70 this: His honor's private
life is irreproachable'-- No, that j.
not what meant. Even his most bitter
opponent could find little in the actions
of his many years of public life TO shadow
the page whereon is written laudable
ambition That sounds rather peculiar.
but then the writer may be young
Again, Here is an example of integrity
allied to ambition whose methods are
sans peur ct sans reproche.' Goodness
how hot that FIRE Isl" She pushed hEr
chair little farther from the hearth
"Heighol Thatdinner was a very stupid
affair, and the buds and young men a
the reception insupportable. Estelle
was the prettiast girl there. Gen.
Wayne said he was sorry y0u were too
basy TO come-sO am land that he
hoped you would writs tonight aud tel
him that you win accept the nomination
not later than tonight He beEIns
with the politicians to-morrow-
The judge Enilsd. In lips moving a.
though they carried word In theex
presEi0n Of winch On his paper she I'D
ntsrrupted hims but hsiid not look NJ
nor did his pen utDp. Not until hohad
come 10 the end Of The long page md
laid il with its predsuazors before Aim
did be speak. and then IL was wldla ho
rpnchs.i for as,o4An chent of lernI -.