Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1902-08-27
His Friend,
The Enemy
BY WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
70 Author of Rogers Of Butte 1.-THE Spur Of
Necessity. Mr.. Fit, Astroloeer, etc,
Copyright, 1901, by the s. s. Mcclure Coz
CHAPTER XIX.-CoNT1NUED.

Peared as one stunned. AS for GUY.
this fresh proof of Miss Betty's con-
summate ability in mana cling a deli
cate situation merely increased his
admiration for her.
Next day came the crucial test.
and the nerves of the entire county
were stretched to tightest tension.
There was much excitement in Har-
mony, and the squire was abroad all
day, not even returning home for his
luncheon. Miss Pinkney walked over
from the town and awaited the re-
turns in company with Miss BETTY
and Guy.
Great was the CONSERVATION of the
ladies when Barney, late in the aft
ernoon, arrived with the intelligence
that Amityville had gone solidly for
Concord.
"Why," cried Miss Betty, "every
one Of The Amityville people signed
the petition for this election!"
"Alld the squire gave Mr.. Landy
six lots!" walled Miss Pinkney, who
was the picture Of despair.
"The squire wasn't liberal enough"
put in Guy, looking keenly at Miss
Betty. II gave Mr.. Landy two en-
tire blocks and distributed Concord
real estate to every man, woman and
child in Amityville."
you did that?' cried Miss Betty.
You, Mr.. Herbert?'
Miss Pinkney looked daggers at
Guy when he bowed in answer to her
friends question.
II knew all along, Miss Vlanding-
ham," said the young man, "just how
Amityville would go. That was one
reason why I did not want to come
here yesterday. I have done what T
could for Concord, and, it seems, have
earned your displeasure."
Earned my displeasure!" she re-
peated, with ripping laugh. Not
bit of it! You were q foe1nan wor-
thy of our steel and I am almost as
glad you have won as I would have
been had Harmony achieved the vic
tory"
"Betty!" gasped Miss Binkney
You are certainly beside yourself.
Do you know what this means to
your father, to mine, to all of us?
Oh, dear, dear, dear! I can't imag-
inc what we are all going to do! And
to think that we were all so certain
of Amityville!'
''That is where the joke comes in!'
exclaimed Miss Betty. "What a sur
prise this will be to my father!
You've certainly won, Mr.. Herbert.
il 1t was very clever and I am proud
OF your success, believe me. Allow
ne to congratulate you!"
She gave Guy her hand.
"Retty!" cried Miss Pinkney,
"you're "a modern Tarpeia. The
idea of you-you of all the others
being happy because Concord won."
Miss Pinkney began drawing on her
gloves in an angry flutter.
'Lcis,'' returned Miss Betty, "you
do not understand, dear. I am not
happy because Concord won, but be-
cause Mr.. Herbert has come out of
the east, burdened with his inexperi-
ence, and worsted clique of old
campaigners like my father and
yours"
care you proud of me for going
into the open market and buying
votes?' asked Guy.
"Hush!" she returned, raising an
admonitory fore6nger. "That is too
hard name for something which
the great political parties never scru-
pie at doing. 1t was case of dia-
mond cut diamond. You interested
the Amityville people in your town
even as my father had interested
them in ours-only you were shrewd
enough to DC more liberal. The game
of politics is selfish one, at best,
and you"
Just then the squire stormed in.
my condolences, Herbert" he ex-
claimed, in gay mood, waving a slip
of yellow paper above his head
"What?" asked Guy, startled.
II sympathize with you, but town
divided against itself must fall, you
know. Harmony carries the day, and
the deciding votes come from Con-
cord itself. Five, Betty! We have a
majority of five! Here, read this
telegram"
The squire threw himself into a
chair and Guy: turned mechanically
toward Betty. She had taken the
message from her fathers hand and
now read as follows:
concord casts 20 votes for Har-
mony. Conservative estimate gives
you five majority. Riot here. Town
in turmoil. Hard to tell what will
happen. BIGGS.'
"Hurrah!" cried the excited Miss
Pinkney, waving her handkerchief.
"Where in the world did those 20
Harmony votes come from?' asked
Miss Betty.
Her father pursed up his lips,
looked at the ceiling and twirled his
thumbs.
"Victory is perched on our ban
ners, Betty" he observed, finally II
don't know how it got there any
more than you do, but what's the
odds?"
What's the odds? That is plainly
what Miss Betty thought, for the mo-
ment.
"Now what do you think, Mr.. Her.
bert?' she asked, turning on the
amazed young man and shaking the
telegram before his eyes.
II think I shall have to return the
congratulations. which you gave me
a few moments ago." laughed Guy.
''Not only that, but think, too, that
I shall have to return to Concord at
once"