The Huttig news., 1909-06-05

Aili Q MOScst duu tHef ndlleu ulfn with cheers whenever they saw him.
 There were many Imaginable epi- sodes during the heat of the cam paign;; but Newcomb knew how and when to laugh. flo answered ques- tions from the platform, and the i'll. hammered were invariably put to rout by his good-natured wit Once they hoisted him on top of a bar in an ob. scure saloon. His shoulders touchao the gloomy ceiling. and he was forced to address the habitues, with his head bent like turtles. his nose and eyes offended by the heat and reek of kero- sene and cheap tobacco They had brought him there to bait him; they carried him out on their shoulders. To those who wanted facts he gave facts: to some he told humorous stories, more or less applicable; and to others he spoke his sincere convictions.
 Meantime. Willard took hold of sf- fairs, but ina bored fashion He did the best he knew how, but it wasn't the best that wins high place in the affections of the people.
 The betEng was even
 Election day came round finally one of those rare days when the pallid ghost of summer returns to view her past victories, when the broad wings of the west go a-winnowing the skies, and the sun shines warm and grateful On that morning 8 change took place in Newcomb's heart He became filled with dread. After leaving the voting polls early in the morning. he returned to his home and refused to see any one. He even had the telephone wires cut Only his mother saw him, and lowered about him with thousand kindly attentions. At the door she became veritable dragon; not eveA
 ~~,. apn messeh e.- ov..u l,.,ss r escape her vigilance.
 At six in the evening Neweomb or dered around his horse. He mounted and rode away into the hill country south of the city into the cold crisp autumn air. There was fever in his veins that needed cooling; there were doubts and fears in his mind that needed clearing. He wanted that sense of physical exhaustion which makes a man indifferent to mental blows
 The day passed and the night came. Election night, The noisy, good-na- tured crowds in the streets. the jost ling. snail-moving crowds The illum- mated canvas-sheets in front of the newspaper offices! The blare of horns, the cries. the yells, the hoots and hurrahs, The petty street fights, The stalled surface cars, the swearing cabbies. the vendors of horns and whistles, the newsboys hawking their extras, It is the greatest of all spec tacular nights; humanity comes out into the open.
 The newspaper offices were yellow with lights. It was a busy time. There was continuous coming and 1 going of messengers. bringing in re- turns. The newspaper men took off their coats and rolled up their sleeves. Figures, figures. thousands of figures to sift and resift! Filtaring through the various noises was the maddening click of the telegraph instruments Great drifts of waste paper filtered the floors. A sandwich man served coffee and sandwiches The chief dis tributed cigars. Everybody was writ ing. Five men were sent out to hunt for Newcomb, but none could find him. His mother refused to state where he had gone; in fact, she knew nothing save that he had gone horseback rid ing.
 A Nira1 fA1x-t club. Willard was there. and all who had charge of the wheels within wheels They had ensconced them selves in the huge davenports in the bow window facing the street and had given orders to the steward to charge everything to Senator Gordon. A fabulous number of corks were pulled; but gentlemen are always or derly.
 Willard however. seemed any thing but happy. He had dined at the senator's that evening, and something had taken place there which the gen .eral public would never learn. He was gloomy, and the wine he drank only added to his gloom.
 The younger element began to wan der in, carrying those execrable rooster-posters. A gay time ensued
 Newcomb had ridden 12 miles into the country At eight o'clock the tenn perature changed and 1t began to snow He turned and rode back to- ward the city, toward victory or de- feat. Sometimes he went at a canter, sometimes at trot By and by he could see the aureola from the electric lights wavering above the city. Once he struck a wind-match and glanced at his watch Had he lost or won? whimsical inspiration came to him He determined to hear victory or de- feat from the lips of the girl he loved The snow fell softly into his face and melted His hair became matted over his eyes; his gauntlets dripped and the reins became slippery; steam rose from the horses body. a big-hearted hunter on which he had cad I1r...