The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-09
HIS RISE
 TO POWER
By lie 1ry Russell Miller
 AuS6or o lie Man Higher Up"
cspyrish {. 1911. by the Bsbbs-MeriH
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Ths truth was, she was disappolnAed- Mature perception. Quickened by glimpse of different ideal of life. had seen beyond the false setting of ro- mahce behind which men seek to hide the ueliness of the greedy, unscrupu- lous scramble for gold. She would have married Gregg had 1t not been for the fact that the acid of his calling was etching more and more clearly upon his frank. clean exterior picture of vFhat Iay within As it was, she had sent him away.
 She was waiting for her fathers homecoming. While she waited she glanced through the evening paper In it the dayss d6ings on tine stock ex- change we're featured. The account had 1t that Hampden had been hard hit-even vaguely hinted that he might have to fail. She was amazed at the lack of emotion with which she read that their fortune, hitherto so potent and all sudicing, had ia 8 day been sadly shaken if not totally destroyed. she tried fo pEcture to heEself what it must mean Co taern-the economics, tile prfTatiens even, the loss of caste among a set that measured worth by stocks and bonds. Somehow the picture could not profoundly alarm, partly perhaps because she knew too little Of waat to draw conyfncingly. She could not even feel deeply for her father, although she had fer him q genuine daughters a1fection and knew what blow failure would be to him
 Poor fathers' she smiled half pity sngly- 'T suppose nothing can persuade him that 1t isn't . horrible calamity ought to feei 90, too, but Hefghoi Is this Katherine Hampden7r
 Sine went on turning the pages of the paper until her casual glance was caught by familiar name in 8 sattri- cal ealfcriai under the caption "A Fool Errent.r Tho fool errant was John Dunmeade. recenfly-and happily. in the editors opinion-aisposed of at the primaries.
 Her eclnr deepesad suddenly aud for anokher reason Memory had recalled 10 her something she he'd once said to this man "When you were . broken doWn- middle aged failure. . s- should be looking mp at the men who were conauering- And should reerst~
 We'll. her prophecy had been fulfilled sooner than she had expected. He had been cast aside even by bis own neigh bora But there Eag something large ana aus about him which forbade pity and commanded respect, made even such wen m Gregg. with taeir vitiated adem1s. want to do htm kavors lon gen- eral prfncipIss."
 ssrp think that could have said that to himlv she cried to herself. What a end I wnsf If only hadn't said Up nt the nen who were conqueringFS John Dunmssde yen tower above them aH.r
 she was stiH dreaming of John when her fnther came in
 His face was hagsard, set in an ugly. bitter scowl. The sympathy that had Jagged as she read of tue ~iping out of a fortune 1eaped when she saw the man who had lost it
 -'Cleaned out" he said curtiy.
 She went to him quickly, laying an axupulsive hnnd on his shoulder. ssOh, wei, dear, never mind. It might be so much worse. You might have been taken sick or had an accident, or-oF mnFfhfnG. Eve just been thfnidng how nirb if would be to go back home to EeE Chelsea and staFt ail over again in-in something that wouldn't take all your tine- I-Isd be so glad to get ac- quainted with you again." She gave little laugh.
 -'Yoa faik like 8 6ooI.' he replied rougiaiy. "WhRt could do in that rube fown-run a grocery store? Here's whers can make money. And can make aii we need. once get things strniaftenea out I've been broke be- fore. The immediate question is to keep out of jail.r
 She started back from him with gasp '-Ouk-of-jai1. FafhePF
 s'Out of Jail, I said. I'm into the Tsrpa 1~x%k xo pay with.''
 Isis it much7"
 '1t wasn't, but it Is now"
 4sBut ws must pay it back. There are fha bonds you gave me, And the New Chelsea houses that mother owns-9he'lt give fhooe up. And"-
 Not a third enoukh.
 &he dropped weakly into chair, star fnR at him foeiIshly, She was very pale, dased by the sudden new calam- Sly that had fallen,
 .sBut surely,' she insisted anKiously, s-fhe bank won't press you. They know yov'H pay it all bsck when you can"
 What do you know about it? It isn't the bank; it's the government that win make the trouble. That fool Blake as in worse than am. The banks gut ted, cleaned out. And the bank exam sne< is overdue. If he comes around nOw"- With a gesture he sketched rae Impending catastrophe.
 Stephen, what is the matter now?" came a langHid voice from the door way And please. for my sake, lower your voice. It's so vulgar to talk loud Iy before servants" Mrs. Hampden entered and. with an air of utter ex- baustion. deposited her substantial self in an easy chair.
 Father" Katherine explained, with cruel brevity, 'hss lost his money"
 It was an unexpected tonic. The in- valid suddenly sat bolt upright and al-