The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-07
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III tlllS COHtoSI, III WHICH, through II
 i choice Of my own, I was pitted agains
 him. I studied his methods closely, an
 l felt that l was learning much frol
 him. But I did not borrow from HaI
 rison when it came to the use of pe1
 sonal irony. As I have said alread.
 anybody can be wit of the kind tha generally passes for such if he has II
 regard for the feeling of others.
 The night before the taking of tn
 vote I was so uneasy that I put on i'll
 overcoat and walked two or thre
 hours in the darkness. strolling far o,
 on the hills.
 Then I came back slowly, down tn
 hills through the town and to the ho
 tel At the ladies' entrance a m !
 sprang from a carriage that had jus
 stopped and helped out a lady. Tn
 man was Harrison. saw his face dis
 tinctly in the electric light,and I shoul
 have known h.s figure in the darkness
 The lady wrapped in a heavy c oal l looked up at Harrison, and I saw Pau
 line Harmon. But it was the look ol
 her face, not the woman herself or tn
 fact that she was there, that surprise' 1 me. There is a certain look which l woman gives to one man. and one wh'
 has seen much of people always know it.
 I turned away toward the main en
 trance. but Pauline Harmon quicki.
 entered the hotel. and Harrison. dis
 missing the carriage. followed me 1 When he stopped me with some ordi 1 nary remark, I felt that I could take . liberty that he had often taken witi me. and I said:
 What is begun in jest or for pass
 ing fancy may be carried too far?' l What do you nlean?" he asked, with 1 a quick uplifting of his head.
 "A woman can never be played with, v I replied. Either she or the man must suffer-
 1 He seemed surprised at first but be- l came thoughtful and said no more. 1 I was in the House early the next morning. and, assuming an indifference that I did not feel. I read my letters while the Members assembled. I looked now and then at the lob bies. which were rapidly filling up, and I wondered when Alicia would come that she would come I never doubted and presently I saw her enter with her mother. There was just a little touch of color in her dress, but her face was white like snow, not the white of illness, but the white of long sadness and sorrow. She and Mrs. Warren sat down together, and she looked slowly around the House, bow ed slightly to those whom she knew. Grey came in later, and took a seat about a dozen feet away Pauline Harmon was on the other side of the lobby. quietly dressed and saying but little. I noticed that she watched Harrison attentively.
 As the Clerk began to call the roll my confidence rose, I believed that fair play would triumph over partisanship. The C"s were reached, and my name was called. I voted for the passage of the Peden Bill, and as the Clerk went on down the line I began to feel sure that we should win. I glanced first at Harrison, and I believe that he read the verdict as I had read it. His face fell, a little, not much, but in a. moment he was composed, and began to whisper something amusing to his neighbors.
 The calling of the roll was finished and the Peden Bill was passed by a majority of eight. That it would pass subsequently, in the Senate was known already, and it was now as good as a law. The House and the Hobbies, despite the Speakers gavel, broke into cheering, and Peden, lean ing over, grasped me by the hand.
 Clarke he said, tits you who have passed the bill that bears my name"
 "Nonsense!' I replied. ''It was the great merits of the bill you drew that die it''
 @'No," he said "It was you who led the fight and who did most of the fighting. The result means much to rae, but more to you, Clarke"
 I did not then pay much attention to his words. but the meaning of them came to me later. I was occupied for the present with my friends, with the exchange of congratulations, and with ! comments on the contest that had end- l ed So happily for us. Harrison came over to me, and so far as I could see l there was no sign of depression on his y.;- l; Ire might have won the victory.
 You've beaten us in a fair fight, l MT. Clarke he said, "and offer you my congratulations" I;
 He held out his hand, and I could | not do anything then but take it. felt sure that he must feel the sting of defeat, but I admired the skill with which he hid it. I glanced again at the lobby, and meeting Alicias calm smile, that told me so much, I felt more than repaid for all the long struggle and it's heartburnings. liar l! rison's eyes followed mine, and he but he said nothing, quickly recovering his equanimity. A few minutes later I saw him leaving the house just behind Pauline Harmon.
 Alicia and her mother departed the next day for Louisville, and, knowing the time of their departure, I appeared at the railroad station. as if by chance. Grey was there, too, although he ln- tended to come back the following morning to Frankfort, but I approach ad them boldly-any casual acquaint- ance had the right-and wished the la iies a pleasant journey to Louisville, with a speedy return to Frankfort if they found it possible. Mrs. Warren replied formally, but Alicia put her small gloved hand in mine for mo- nent. Grey made a surly acknowl- edgment with word or two, and then he train went away with them.
 I watched the cloud of white smoke the train long after the train tself was out of sight, and, although was glad Alicia was gone, I knew hat her presence in Frankfort had been a support and inspiration to me. But it was a bitter pain to see her go away with that man Grey, his by fight while I who would have pro- , ected and defended her, who would nave made her a queen if l could, was $ eft behind, and alone. AS walked away I met Jimmy Warfieid. He knew what had hap . ,ened, and I think he knew my feel , ngs, too as he said nothing, but with l he silent and instinctive sympathy z hat is so precious went on by my l idle. He did not speak for a full five f minutes, and then he said: ( ''The newspapers that have come in $ oday, Harry, are full of you. Your l ame has spread throughout the r