The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-10-02

a fair. You defend him on the ground that ha was driven to dishonesty to meet similar tactics, but for the same action you criticise me. One would all most believe this demagogue is some thing to you"
 Henry, you are too crafty by far. I shan't inflfct you with hysterical re- proaches. I realize there has been nothing in nay ife-nothing you are aware of, at least -te lead you to be- Heve your proposal distastefu1 to me. But really mnst decline. Of course quite understand it would be useless for me to try to dissuade you from at tacking Mir. MeAdeo unfairly, al though it might be more to your credit to cease" She spoke indiferently.
 Sanger rested his folded arms on the table and looked at her steadily. When : he answered there was an edge to his voice she had never heard before.
 You're quite correct. If it takes twenty years I intend to crush that man Whatever means are necessary l shall use. The end jUstifies them. Hut that is neither here nor there. give you the chance to better. both yourself and the man you love. hope you won't be so foolish as to re- fuse it."
 Left alone, Eleanor went up to her sitting room. She threw herself on 2 couch in profound disgust
 And that man is my brother! He's 8 thousand times more relentless than than theoother And the shameful part of it is," she cried in bitter self accusation. "that two weeks ago his offer. would have tempted me. No won der MT. McAdoo hates us."
 When Sanger reached his office he telephoned to Paul, asking him to call en him at some convenient time. Paul, who had eagerly perused the mornings stock market reports, appeared with exemplary promptness. Sanger met him pleasantly
 'T merely wanted the pleasure of giv- ing you this myseIf." And he handed Paul check.
 Paul took it and stared at it as though fascinated. Then his face broke into a boyish. gleeful smile.
 MT. Sanger" he laughed, "this is the finest bit of literature ever written. You can't know what it means to me. don't know how to thank you. I can never repay you"
 "Nonsense! I charged you interest for the margin money. You owe me nothing-but a box of cigars" He pushed a box across the desk toward Paul. Here's the brand I smoke. Try oneT'
 He chose a cigar for himself and pointed it peremptorily at Paul.
 Remington, like you. I don't give . personal interest to many people. I'm not sentimental; I'm as unroman- tic as a cold in the head But you're an exception. That was why I con Armed Browns tip. It was nay only reason. I want you to understand that it had no connection with what I'm going to say. I expect you to ac- cept or refuse my proposal without considering this stock transaction. don't know what you think of me proba ply that I'm mere money grub Der and that my political interest is purely financial. That is wrong. I want to be the next sen9tor frem this state"
 \ "Senator!. Paul exclaimed in un- feigned amazement.
 "Yes, Remington. Twice have ask ed you to help me. Twice you have refused Will you tell me frankly why?
 You have yourself charged me with being a friend of the people" Paul parried, trying to speak jocularly. Sanger leveled an accusing finger at Paul, his face twitching mirthfully. Remington, Pm not g fool. You don't care twopenny d. for the peo- p1e.".
 "Still there are honor and loyalty, you know" Paul said gravely. 'sHenor? Whose honorw ''Mine." eLoyalty-to. .whomY
 ''To the man who has made me polit- ically valuable to you-to McAdoo." 'Why should you be loyal to him r