Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-07-16

His companions pushed him a pass. age through the crowds on the side walk and in the lobby, and he shut himself away in the upper part of the hotel. When we left, half an hour later, the people were packed before that face of the hotel which displayed the banner of the Indiana delegation, were cheering Scarborough, were clamoring-in vain-for him to show himself.
 But won't he offend them?" asked my wife.
 "A crowd loves like a womar," said l. Indifference only excites it."
 "Oh, I never loved that way" pro- tested Mrs. Sandys.
 Then" said my wife, rather sour ly l thought, you and MT. Sandys have something to live for"
 And so we talked no more politics. There may be American women who really like to talk politics, but never happened to know one with so little sense. It'a pity we men do not i'm itate our women more closely in one respect. In season and out of season, they never talk anything but busi- ness-woman's one business. When other things are being discussed, they listen, or rather, pretend to listen; in reality, their minds are still on their business, and how they shall contrive to bring it back into the conversa- tion with advantage to themselves.
 Next day the convention adopted a wishy-washy platform much like Bur. bank's-if anything, weaker. I saw Goodrich's blight upon it. But the victory cost him dear. That night the delegates realized what a blunder they had made-or thought they real ized 1t after Merriweather and his staff had circulated among them. Few of them had been trusted by Beckett with the secret that, with that plat. form and with Simpson as the nom inee their party would have the inter ests behind it, would almost certain. ly win. They only saw ahead a dull campaign, and no real issue between the parties. and their candidate, if he was Simpson, much the less attrac- tive personality of the two.
 The following morning the voting began: and after seven ballots Simp- son had 39 votes less than on the first ballot. Tt was like a funeral" |" was the verdict of my disappointed guests that evening. A night of debate and gloom among the politicians and other delegates, and on the opening ballot Merriweather sprung his trap.
 The first big doubtful state in the alphabetical list of states is Illinois. When the secretary of the conven. tion called for Illinois vote, 1t was cast solidly for Scarborough.
 There was straightway pandemo- nium. It was half an hour before any one could get a hearing. Then In. diana was called, and Pierson, attor- ney general of that state and chair man of its delegation, cast its vote as in the other ballots, for Kitchens, its governor. From my box was watch ing Scarborough and his immediate friends going from delegation to del. egation, and knew what he was about. When Iowa was called and cast it's vote solidly for him, knew he had failed.
 How white he is!" said Mrs. sandys. who was looking at him through opera-glasses.
 I borrowed them and saw that his gaze was fixed on box on the other side of the huge auditorium. on a woman in that box-I had only to look at her to see which woman She was beautiful of that type of charm which the French sum up in the phrase the woman os 30" I have heard crowds below too often 10 be moved by it- though the 10000 or 3O.OOO gathered under that roof were outdoing the cannonade of any thunderstorm. But that woman's look in response to Scar. borough's-there was sympathy and understanding it it, and more. inf nitetly more. He had been crushed for the mOment--and understand enough of his situation to understand what a blow 10 all his plans this untimely apparent triumph was. She was showing that she. too. felt the blow. but she was also sending a message of courage 10 him-one of those mes sages that transcend words. like music. like the perfumes of flowers and fields. like that which fills US as we look straight up into a clear night sky. I lowered the glasses and looked away-I could not bear it. For the moment I hated him-hated myself for it
 heard Carlotta asking a woman ia the box next ours The name of the woman with the white plume in the big black hat in the seventh box on the other side"
 Mrs Scarborough" was the an- suer.
 ''0h. is that she?- exclaimed Mrs. Sandys, alnost snatehing her glasses from ne tn Der eascrzess. You know who she wzs-Joha Dumont's s uit0v-you remember him7 shs must have been sa uacOnmoa person to have attracted two such men
 But Scarborough was nominated TOW. He waved aside those vh1 tried to take him up and bear him to the platform He uaIked down the aisle alone and sscended amid a tense silence: he stood looking calmly out His face had lost it's Uhite1ess of c fer --s---.- hss7-a As ra z.n1-i