The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1911-02-06
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PROCTOR.S PECUL1ARITlEs

I 10 POSSIBILITY Uf MISTAKES, tNEhs NttN
/ a good many mistakes have been
/ made, this campaign.
The interview was soon given and
I transcribed. While Jimmie was sthl
marketing at Mans peculiar actions,
T Proctor read the typewriter sheets.
+ nodding his bead with satisfaction,
But when he held them out 20 Aim
mic, il was Nan who took them Tom
his hand =
Let me write on here what il is
she said, with a pitiful ghost of a
smile
She inserted the first sheet in the
machine and clicked of a few words.
Jimmie. more mystitied than ever,
took the manuscript and bowed him-
self out; bat in the general office,
where three clerks We're busy with
campaign literature, he stopp. The
last appealing look which Nan had
given him impeled the reading 81
that sentence. And this is what It
said: "P. wildly insane, revolver in
pocket. says he is going to kill al
of us. Please help me-
Jimmie. summoning whistle TO
his still lips. turned back to the pri
waite office again. He longed to run.
but did not dare to do so; precipitate
action might result in tragedy He
walked carelessly back, and thrust
open the door without knocking.
Proctor was striding UP and down,
talking about the rights of the peo-
pie and those who would cruelty
the peoples leader" Nan, huddled in
her chair, watched him fearfuliy.
The candidate swung on his heel
sharply when Jimmie entered; but
he was given no time for protest
Ar he
"A forgot the most important part Of
my errand. The 'Eagie' has decided
to come out for you--strong. They
want TO play up this interview, FRS,
page. and all that. and need three
or four photographs of you In char-
acteristic poses, to illustrate IT, SO
put on your hat; there's a photo
graph gallery across the street"
Jimmie could see the outline of the
heavy revolver in Proctor's coat
pocket as he spoke. The mailman
made a halfmotion toward the wea-
pom: his eyes gllttered dangerously
Jimmies muscles contracted; he rose
on his toes. ready to launch himself
onto the other If the movement We're
completed.
But there was no necessity for a
struggle. after ALL The ruse won,
Proctor smiled "A smile of grauiied
vanity,
Very we'll" he aequiesced, pom
pousiy Il am glad the Eagle is at
last to align Itself fearless on the
side of right We can give them some
very striking pictures.
He caught up his hat; Jimmie
locked his arm within the madman's,
steered him gently through the door
way, across the outer office and down
the stairs. Proctor began loud
voiced speech to his audience of one.
Watching his chance. the reporter
deity removed the revolver from the
madman's pocket.
When the patrol wagon had gal
Hoped away with its frothing, strug
CLING prisoner, Jimmie eihowed his
way rudely through the crowd that
had collected, darted into the hall
way and bounded upstairs, three
steps at a time. He rushed through
Proctors outer office like a football
player with a goal in sight and threw
open the inner door.
| Nan had slipped to the floor In q
faint, but when he knelt beside her
and gathered her In his arms, her
/ eyes opened and she smiled. He s
| gomez" she whispered. and reading
confirmation in Jimmie's eyes, 81
knew you could do it, How / prayed
! for you to come! All the afternoon
! he watched me. He wouldn't let me
go near the door or the telephone
We were to be the human sacrifice
to insure his election, he said" She
shuddered at the thought Of the dan
ger that had stopped to close.
! Her glance wandered TO the three
| clerks who clustered. big-eycd witt
establishment. in the doorway. "Oh
Jimmie" she said and chung to him
/ take me away from here. | don't
want career. ! want a home-with
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