The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-10-02

MI. Sanger, your IOueT- | "If my tone doesn't speak the high | est regard for Sou." Sanger interrupt | ed forcefully, 'I express myself poor | 1y. I admire your loyalty and respect you for it. You're the victim of base 1 ingrat atitude- treachery, call it. You. may not know how strong am in, state politics. Take my word for it, I am so. strong could go to McAdoo, as 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 | it to noble ideals. He has, lower mo- tves. 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.
 I "Yes, he hates you, and Mrs. Gil bert''
 I ''That isn't all Part of my offer was I to make you the next geyernor'- | What! Me gorernori It is more 1 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
 1 Man, don't" The cry told Sanger that he had at last penetrated a joint l in PauPs arnor. "Mr. Sanger, Fl | beg of you''-
 Sanger sprang to his feet. his fin | ger leveled at Paul Remington, wait! You talk of honor. Is it honor that lets you be played the. fool by a man who uses you to life himself to fpoliticaI heights, but refuses to carry you up with hiTn2 You talk of loyalty. Loyalty is fine thing when mutual. But what is it when the man to whom you give it aad from whom you have earned it won't ignore petty hatred when by doing so he could make you governor of this state2
 A pen which Paul had been fumbling snapped suddenly. .Mr. Sanger" he. cried pleadingly, q must. ask you to 1 end this''-
 Remington, you shall hear me out. Oh, he has played pretty game! He says, Let us be friends of the. people, because it's going to pay some day. | He teaches you to be hypocrite like himself But what" Sanger concIud- | ed dramatically-"what do you think r the people-the dear, dear people-wiH think of your friend next. Monday when they learn that the great re
 former won his nomina ton by bribing
 the Delegates of the coRNention?" | 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
 mud?'
 I @AIr. Sanger, what proof have you
 of thisg
 Read that, and that. and that, and
 these" Sanger caught up and tossed
 to Paul sheaf of documents. They
 were affidavits of delegates, setting forth the facts of their bribing. II Good Godr' Paul groaned, covering
 his face with his hands. Good Godv' Its hard on you, I know" Sanger said gently, "and it adds to my deter imitation to crush the man who seeks
 to drag you into his disgrace. Rem ington, twice you have refused to
 come with me. ask you again and
 for the last time. The offer made to
 McAdoo l repeat to you, and when your term as governor is ended you and will work together as senators from the greatest state in the Union.
 All 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- | Paurs hand dropped to the table, and he looked up at Sanger, a hunted
 look in bis eyes Have you 10 mer- 1 cy?"
 Il Sanger suddenly leaned oyer and
 grasped him by the arm. T ask you nothing wrong, only what is your duty to the people, who have been de l ceived, and to yourself. And'-he
 hesitated- I have more reasons
 than one for liking you. I hope soon
 to know you in a closer relation
 He paused artistically. + Paul shook his head despondently
 "No, I 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 10 reason to be faint of heart"
 Paul turned white: his heart gave q
 great throb. Even Sanger was touch ed by the passionate joy that flashed
 across Paul's face
 Do you really believe'- Paul began
 to stammer incredulonsly.
 '1'm sure of it," Sanger said quiet
 ly. And I'm glad of it. Come. burn
 your bridges" He tapped the sheaf of af6davits again. "You know best
 whether she wants you to do it or not''
 The joy faded from Pauls face; he
 answered in a despairing cry: God
 help me! Nothing seems right. Noth- ing is clear. must stand by him. I
 can't do what you ask, and can't say
 po."
 He turned and fled from the tempta-
 tion as though pursued by an over
 whelming enemy, as indeed he was.
 Sanger watched his exit with mar rowed eyes. "But he didn't return the
 check" be thought cynically and hope | fully