The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-06-15

He looked pretty well battered up. ]
never saw you lose your temper sc
quickly before"
He struck me without provccatton, a,
the wrong moment. Who is going to
speak tonight?"
"Donnelly and Rudolph"
"What do you think? Donnelly called
me up by phone this afternoon, Wants
to know IL l really intend 10 tear down
the shops. / told him l q nothing
to say on the subject"
Tear them down. 1 should. You're
a 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 q bad idea, Dick. Only, feel
sorry for the men. Let's change the
subject, Dick"
John, you're the head of the fam
lily, l 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.
Is that true, Dick?"
AS l stand here. oh, I know; I'm
not good enough for Patty. l haven't
lived as decently as L might. l haevn't
gone through life 81 circumspectly as
you have. | drank: success made me
dizzy. But | love Patty-God bless heri
AS l never hoped or dreamed of low
Ing any woman What do you say,
John2"
Say? Why. o are good enough
for any woman alive. l am very glad,
Dick. Patty married to you. You old
farmer" affe~ctionately, I've always
been mentally pairing of you two!
Come IN let's hea what the political
Windmill has to say. They're burning
red fire in front of the hail.
But a zone their feet had
dragged with each step; now there
was a lightness that was dancing
John knew that it was all a lie; and
Kate, dear Kate! He was a wretch! H.
SLAPPED Warrington on the shoulder.
10 think of your marrying Patty,
the little sister,"
Don't go too fast. John" aid War
rington with less enthusiasm. Il
haven't said Il word to Patty yet: and
II she's a sensible young woman, she'll
giev me my congo tirst-off,"
by George, women are strange
creatures. It's the truth. Dick; you
rant tell which way they'll go. But
Patty's no fool" Iohn hadn't felt So
good In many hours.
'But l love her and God knows |
shall try to be worthy OF her, even If
l lose her. Sky-rockets!" with
an upward glance. That's the signal
loi ISkuClDil = arrival at the hail.
Come on, theni"
Rudolph was the great Jefrersonian
Democrat, not by excellence, rather by
newspaper courtesy, and that. to be
speclac, by his newspaper. He had
come up from New York that day to
deliver his already famous speech. He
was n OF the many possibilities in
the political arena for the governor
ship. And as he was a multimillion
alre, he was sure Of q great crowd
Inc poice cleared q pathway for the
great man, and he hurried up the steps.
"Iheyil 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, MIR. Warrington?
"A hand touched the prospective
candidate on the arm. Warrington saw
Osborne's rubicund nose.
SO you're out,stoo, Mr.. Osbornep"
II never let meetings go by, Richard.
Good evening. Mr.. Bennington. A mar
with ten millions doesn't look any diff
ferent from ordinary .lortals, does he?
But ne is different, or he wouldn't have
tnat barrel; A million is like a light
mouse; II attracts all sorts Of BIRDS
We'll stand at the left" said John.
ITS nearer the exits"
u as you say. 1 wish I'd left the
dog at home. He's a nuisance in a
crowd like this"
~ PASSSlitiy Sloou with Lle1r backs
to the wall n looked toward the
stage. Donnelly was already speaking
about the man who was that night to
address them.
Once Warrington caught a glimpse of
q battered face In the crowd, but 1t
quickly. However, he said
nothing to Bennington. Again, he saw
McQuade moving about, within fifty
feet. From time to time McQuade
stopped, and Warrington knew that the
white dog was present.
gentlemen" concluded Donnelly,
with a flourish, William Henry Ru-
dolph, of New York, our next gov
ernor."
Mr.. Rudolph rose majestically and
smiled and bowed.
He began calmly. Mr.. Rudolph
paused In the middle OF a metaphor.
There was a sudden commotion in the
rear of the hall. Men were surging to
inc fro.
Stand back. cried a firm, resonant
voice. full of anger.
The uproar increased. Those in the
forward chairs craned their necks.
Put him OUT"
"a flght,''
Blue helmets moved toward the scene
of action slowly.
Two bulldogs, one tan, the othe,
white, Were fighting desperately, neal
| e exits In hetnsee::7 hsassssn less, TN
\ Wei SiAdlIS, lliiS way anu II1dU, Snarllpg
swapping. dragging.
It was Warrington who had cried
out. He had been listening to the ora
tor; n Jove. smelling his enemy from
afar, slyly crept out of his masters
reach. The white dog had also been Or
the watch. In the drop of an cyclic
the battle was on. Warrington In.
stantly comprehended the situation
when he saw McQuade, who la every
confidenceS1n his dog. clear q circle. HI
pushed his way through the swayinl
wall of men n commanded those ii
He had no objections to human being.
fighting, but he deteste6 these bloody
conflicts between dumb brutes.
McQuade lost his temper n his di
erection. IIe kicked love cruelty in TIL,
side, at the very moment when War
rington had succeeded In breaking tn,
grip. Bennington thrust McQuad,
back violently.
.T'M remember that kick. Mr.. Nc
Quade.'' said Warrington. white In Thu
face.
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