Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-06-22
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other night" explained Warrington.
He looked pretty we'll battered up.
never saw you lose your temper SO
quickly before"
HI struck me without provocation. a.
the wrong M Who Is going to
speak tonight?"
"Donnelly and Rudolph"
"NWhat do you think? Donnelly called
me .p by phone this afternoon. Wants
to know If l really intend to tear down
the shops. l told him I had nothing
to say OF the subject"
Tear them down. l should. You're
q rich man. And you could have the
fun of fighting to build up the trade
your father left. You were talking once
OF rebuilding entirely.
Not a bad idea, Dick. Only. 1 feel
sorry for the men. Let's change The
subject, Dick"
John, you're the head Of the fam
lily. ! love Patty better than anything
else on Gods earth. Do you mind?'
Warrington uttered these words
swiftly, before his courage. which he
had suddenly urged to its highest.
dropped back.
John swung round abruptly.
us that true, Dick:."'
"As 1 stand here. Oh. I know; I'm
not good enough for Patty. l haven't
lived as decently as l might. 1 haevn't
gone through life as circumspectly as
you nav ! drank; success made me
dizzy. But I love Patty-God bless her!
AS never hoped or dreamed Of low
Ing any woman What do you cay,
John?"
Say? Why. you are good enough
for any woman alive. l am very glad,
Dick. Patty married to you! You old
farmer" a~ffectionately. I've always
been mentally pairing Off you two!
Come on: let's hea what the political
windmill has to say. They're burning
red fire in front of the hall"
But q moment nj their feet had
dragged with each step; now there
was a lightness that was dancing.
John knew that it was all a lie; and
his heart was as light as his feet.
Kate. dear Kate! He was a wretch! He
slapped Warrington on the shoulder.
7 think of your marrying Patty,
the little sistcr!"
Don't go too fast. john" said War
rington with less enthusiasm. II
haven't said a word to Patty yet; and
II she's a sensible young woman, she'll
giey me my congo first-off."
BY George. women are strange
can't tell which way they'll go. But
Patty's no fool" John hadn't felt so
good In many hours.
But l love her and God knows I
shall try to be worthy OF her, even IL
! lose her. Sky rockets!" with
an upward glance. That's the signal
Tor Rudolph's arrival at the hail."
Come on, then!"
Rudolph was the great Je~ffersonian
Democrat not by excellence, rather by
newspaper courtesy, and that. to be
specifc. by his w newspaper. He had
come up from New York that day to
deliver his already famous speech. He
was one OF the many possibilities in
the political arena for the governors
ship. And as he was a muitimillion-
are, nc was sure OF a great crowd.
n police cleared a pathway for the
great man. and he hurried up the steps.
They'll be doing all this to you some
day. John declared. as he and War
rington elbowed through the crowd, the
dog between their legs.
How d. y do, Mr.. Warrington"
A hand touched the prospective
candidate on the arm. Warrington saw
Osborne's rubicund nose.
$50 you're out, too. Mr.. Osborne?"
! never let meetings go by, Richard.
GOOD evening. MIR. Bennington. A man
with ten millions doesn't look any diff
Ieren. from ordinary mortals. does he?
but ne Is different, or he wouldn't have
that barrel. A million is like. a light
house; It attracts all sorts Of BIRDS"
We'll stand at the left" said John:
ITS nearer the exits
Just as o say. I wish I'd left the
oog at home. He's q nuisance in a
crowd like this"
They presently stood with their back.
30 the wall and looked toward the
stage. Donnclly was already speaking
about h man who was that night to
address them.
Once Warrington caught q glimpse Of
= oettered race In h crowd, but 1t
disappeared quickly. However, he said
nMo Hnn TO Bennington. Again, he saw
feet. From time to time McQuade
stopped. and Warrington knew that the
white dog was present.
Gentlemen" concluded Donnelly,
With Q flourish, william Henry Ru-
dolph. OF New York. our next gov
ernor.''
Mr.. Rudolph rose ma1esticallv and
smiled and bowed.
He began calmly. Mr.. Rudolph
paused IN the middle Of q metaphor.
There was q sudden c0mmotion IN the
rear Of tile hall. Men were surging to
Stand back!" cried Z frrn, resonant
voice, full Of anger.
forward chairs craned their neck.
Put him out!s
"a nght!"
Blue helmets moved toward the scene
Of action slowly.
Two bulldogs. one tan, the other
white, were fighting desperately, near
the exits. In between human,legs, un-
der chairs, this way and that, snarlinn.
mapping. ~dragging.
i was Warrington who had cried
out. He had been listening to the ora
tor: ana Jove, smelling his enemy from
eear. sIyly crept out Of his masters