Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-09-23

sumably, was for once to be accorded
him.
At the hotel on his arrival he found
Karl Ansel waiting. The big. lean
New Englander was in state Of
white.hot wrath.
You got my telegram and the no
tice of the caucuses, supposed" he
growled as Give met him.
mo. l ordered all mail forwarded
here, and kilograms, too. broke
away from my route Saturday, when
found I couldn't get hall at Smith
field. / cancelled my date there and
went over to Deene, leaving word for
everything to be sent on to Grafton.
Then, yesterday"
Never mind that. We're done!
Beat! Tricked!"
What do you mean?"
"The county conventions-the eau
cuses! In every-nearly every one
of the eight counties Conover worked
some blackguardism. To some he
sent kilograms that you backed out.
In others his chairman tried the back
door act And wrote you how they'd
snapped the dates and caught us un-
ready. Then"
Give recalled the anonymous letter
which later events had driven from
his memory. If only he had been able
to lower himself to his opponents
level and take advantage of it-of the
treachery in the Conover ranks! If
But Ansel was still pouring out the
food of his ill-temper.
"Whipsawed us, right and left" he
declared. Beat us at every point as
What are we doing in politics? We're
lot of silly amateurs against"
We're n lot of honest men against
gang of crooks. And in the long
run Wen win. We"
THE long run, eh? Well, the run
has begun and they've got us on 1t.
We're beat!"
Poor old Ansel," laughed Give,
how many times during the past fort
night have heard you say that? And
every time you pick yourself up again
and go on with the fight. Just as
you'll do now"
Not on your life! I-oh, well, l
suppose | will, if 1t comes to that!
But It's a burning, blazing shame"
"If it wasn't for just such burning,
blazing shames,' there'd be no need
for our campaign. It's to crush such
'shames' that we're working. Cheer
up I've great hopes for to-nights
meeting"
Tersely he described his trip, the
wbacks he had encountered, and
the better chances that seemed to at
tend the Grafton rally. Ansel inter-
spersing the tale with volley OF
queries and eXpleuves.
I'D heard Of this ss-muzzling,"
said he as Standlsh ended, and / have
one way of blocking It. I've arranged
for your speeches and ads and ad-
vanGe notices to be printed In the big
geSt paper In the next State, and scat
tered all through the Mountain State
as campaign documents. don't think
even Conover can block that move"
"Splendid!" cried Standish. "Old
man, you're genius!"
no. I'm not contradcted Ansel.
rather ruefully, but someone else is.
I don't know who"
81 don't understand"
why, the idea was sent to me three
days ago, anonymously. Typewriter
on foolscap No signature. What
d'you think of that?"
Anonymously?
Eyes. wonder why. The IDEAS
so good. one would think the origin
ator'd claim It, Unless"
Unless 1t came from the Conover
camp?"
Just what occurred to me. Any
how I've adopted the suggestion.
suppose you'd have refused to accept
anonymous help, eh?"
Every man to his own folly. It's
done now"
at sure is. And with few more
such tips, Conover would be done.
too. He's carried matters high
handedly for years, but now maybe
someone he's ridden roughshod over
has turned on him."
The great night had come. Give
and Ansel. arriving at the Opera
House. found that gaudy, gayly.
lighted auditorium full to the doors.
On the stage sat the mayor. the pro.
prietor of one of the papers. a half
dozen clergymen and score Of civic
dignitaries. The boxes were filled
with welldressed women. Evening
suits blended with the less conspicu.
GUS costumes of the spectators who
stretched from stage to entrance.
from orchestra to roof. A band below
the stage played popular and national
airs.
ITO Be Continued.)
The Flirting Widow.
Jock Anderson was industriously
wooing wealthy widow, who was
fair. fat, and forty. with every prospect