El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-10-19

usua. suaVe manner, expressed the
very depth Of disgust
"'AIr. Sanger, your tone
"If my tone doesn't speak the high
est regard for you" Sanger interrupt
ed forcefully, 'T express myself poor
! ". I admire your loyalty and respect
you for it. You're the victim Of base
MISUNDERSTANDING, 1 call it You
may not know how strong I am in
state politics. Take my word for it,
I am so strong could 20 to McAdOo.
as I did, and offer to make him boss
Of the state, but he refused. When
man like him refuses the chance to
realize his pet ambition he can't lay
1t to noble ideals. He has lower mo-
tives. His motive IN this case isn't
hard to find. He hates me and my
sister" The last words were a chance
shot Paul stirred Uneasily in his
seat.
Eyes, he hates you and Mrs. Gil
bert"
THAT isn't all. Part Of my offer was
to make you the next governor
WHAT Ne governor! It is more
than I have dared TO dream Of so
soon"
'But not more than you're worthy
Of. However, there's no use discussing
that, since it was included in his re-
fusaL He placed his hate Of me and
my sister higher than his loyalty to
you"
'1Nan, dontw The cry told Sanger
that he had at last penetrated a joint
in PauPs armor. '8Ir. Sanger, II
beg Of you
Sanger sprang to his feet his fin
ger leveled at Paul. Remington,
watt You talk Of honor. Is it honor
that lets you be played the fool by a
man who uses you to lift himself to
political heights, but refuses to carry
you up with him? You talk Of loyalty.
Loyalty is a fine thing when mutual
But what is it when the man to whom
you give it and from whom you have
earned it won't ignore petty hatred
when by doing so he could make you
governor Of this state?7
A pen which Paul had been fumbling
snapped suddenly. "AIr. Sanger he
cried pleadingly, 81 must ask you to
end this
Remington, you shall hear me ont
Oh, he has played a pretty game! He
says, Let US be friends Of the people,
because it's going to pay some day
He teaches you to be a hypOcrite ike
himself But what" Sanger cOnclud-
ed dramatically do you think
the people-the dear, dear people-wiu
think Of your friend next Monday
when they learn that the great re-
former won his nomination by bribing
the delegates Of the conventionT'
Paul rose uncertainty to his feet,
staring wildly at Sanger. MY God.
No; that can't be true"
'And do you think" Sanger insisted
triumphantly, that you, his chief sup
porter, can clear your skirts Of the
mudT'
Mr.. Sanger, what proof have you
Of thisY'
Read that, and that, and that. and
these" Sanger caught up and tossed
to Paul a sheaf OF documents. They
were afidavits Of delegates, setting
forth the facts Of their bribing.
Good GOdr' Paul groaned, covering
his face with his hands. Good Godr'
Its hard on you, 1 know" Sanger
said gently, "and it adds to my deter
mination to crush the man who seeks
to drag you into his disgrace. Rem
ington, twice you have refused to
come with me. I ask you again and
for the last time. The offer 1 made to
McAdOO 1 repeat to you, and when
your term as governor is ended you
and I win work together as senators
from the greatest state in the Union.
All I ask is that you publicly cut loose
from McAdOo, disavowing your own
connection or knowledge Of his cor
rupt practices. Here is your reason"
He tapped the sheaf Of afhdavits.
PauIs hand dropped to the table,
and he looked up at Sanger, a hunted
look in his eyes. Have you no mer-
cyg
Sanger suddenly leaned over and
grasped him by the arm. Il ask you
nothing wrong, only what is your
duty to the people. who have been de
ceived, and to yourself. And"-he
hesitated- 1 have more reasons
than one for liking you. 1 hope soon
to know you in a closer relation
He paused artistically.
Paul shook his head despondently.
mo, fear there's no hope for me"
Sanger shook his arm vigorously.
For shame, man! Faint heart, you
know And my own opinion is that
you have no reason to be faint Of
heart"
Paul turned white; his heart gave a
great throb. Even Sanger was touch /
ed by the passionate joy that flashed
across PaUPs face.
do you really believe Paul began
to stammer incredulOusIy.
'Tm sure Of it." Sanger said quiet
". @And I'm glad Of it. Come, burn
your bridges" He tapped the sheaf