The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-08
THE RECOVERY.
A Story of Kentucky
Copyright, 1908, by JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER Entered at StatiOners' Hall
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ghost of a chance alone. And-there are other things that keeps us now from being such good friends
 It was on the tip of my tongue to say Pauline Harmon,'' but it was mercy an impulse and I restrained It. ne tions about the feeling in dlHerel1 parts of the State and Voiuii iLeel further help, if it was needed put | felt all the while that hlS ldih wao merely perfunctOry. It was put llie cloak for a critical eXaSl1ratlon ol lle shat he was making, as m t infa,. seeking to classify me or 10 lller As,,lething from my mental attitude. Marrison I knew was man or ex- tremelv acute perception, ana iell the old shiver again. although l turned 2 cs n face to nm.
 row" he said, "but I shall return to Kentucky in time to see you elected"
 q shall be elected. I have no doubt of it, I said.
 When he left the room my confidence returned. and when a delegation to see me entered. the doubt was gone en- tirely.
 The summer passed, autumn came, and the campaign was progressing splendidly. The foolish cry. Where was Harry when the light went out t?'' was no longer raised, and it began to ;,ass- from my nina.
 The autumn was one of great beauty in the State of Kentucky. The forests blazed with red and gold and the air had all the crisp tonic of youth. The .abors of the campaign. which are nev- CT light, hal not hurt me. rather l thrived upon them. drawing strength and stimulation from the excitement, and the alternations of fear and hope.
 Jimmy warfield arrived at Carlton the day before the election to bear me company through the ordeal. as the best man goes with the bridegroom to the altar-and with perhaps the same uncertainty. But he breathed only con- fidence. he was, optimistic. sangulne, irrepressibla the. best of comrades at such a. time. Sheaves of telegrams, wishing me success, arrived on sthe eve of election and Aunt Jane as she care fully stacked them on the parlor table, watched the pile with pride as 1t grew higher and higher. That night. which was quite cold. we sat with several other friends. who arrived during the day. and talked of almost everything except the election. It was cheerful group and Jimmy Warfeld was the life of it.
 what office are you going to give me. Harry?" he asked.
 None" replied. You can't have any except that for which you are chosen by the people,"
 Hut he was the kind whom the peo- ple would always choose. He knew 1t and he knew that I knew it.
 do not propose to describe election day nor election night, because both were uneventful. The returns began to come early and they were favorable from the beginning. Although many portions of Eastern Kentucky are far distant from the railroad and their votes could not be sent in for several days, the result was known without the shadow of doubt by midnight. My majority would be at least fifty thou sand. and Jimmy Warfield, rising. said gravely:
 Harry you are now the Governor elect of Kentucky"
 l was, for the moment, overpowered. Although knowing that it wou d come + could scarcely believe in my own elevation now that it had come.
 ''I have had many friends" I said. ''and now I hope that they will help me-"
 The words came from the bottom of my heart.