The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-08

drew forth an oblong pasteboard box: He opened it and looked at what lay within. He took 1t out and played with it. The g1eaming, blue black thing seemed to hold horrible fasci- nation for him. It cost him an eff fort to put it away. He set the time lock, closed the vault and left
 John Dunmeade, having reached home, put his horse away in the stable It was past Il o'clock and he was he hated to go in out of the clear. still night. So he strolled uptown, in tending to have a pipe with Haig be- fore going to bed. His way took him past the bank just as Warren stepped out. The latter stopped
 .sworking late, aren't you2" said John.
 q often do." He hesitated. "Are you out for a walk ?"
 Down to Haig's. Will you go along?'' John asked politely.
 "A part of the way, if you don't mind Sometimes, when I've been working hard, like to talk to some one to forget myself. How are the pri- maries goingY
 s"rhe primaries7 Bad In fact, they couldn't be worse"
 q thought as much. I'm sorry. I'd like to see you win"
 John was thoroughly surprised. T supposed you were against me-
 "I've always voted for you You are fitted for public service. You have something apart from mere intellect and ability, and, far rarer, the capacity to feel what we all accept in theory but not in faet-your relation to other men. I wish I could feel-eould have felt it. Whatever gave you that fine sixth sense won't let you quit. It will carry you to the end-through weak ness and strength
 Something in the mans voice rather than in what he said arrested Johns in terest. "Do you really think that, War ren?"
 '"There are things that one knows"
 They halted, having reached the home of Silas Hicks, where Haig had his rooms The cigar Warren had been match to relight it. He held the fam ing taper before him for an instant longer than was necessary and John could see his face. It was composed but pale, the eyes extraordinarily bright.
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 Primary dayl
 From one end of the state to the oth- CT the battle ragged between red rose tand white. When darkness put an end to the sanguinary conflict both sides were claiming and neither side had the victory. The issue must be removed for decision to the convention.
 Benton county, a Murchen strong hold, chose its complement of delegates instructed for the Hon. G. Washington Jenkins. Also it gave, as 1t thought, John Dunmeade his quietus.
 Senator Murchell and his guest, Jen- kins, received the returns at the for mer's home Jeremy Applegate, too, was there. not overwhelmed as he should have been by the honor. to help tabu1ate reports. Other politicians of the county dropped in. Once, about midnight. Jeremy answered a ring of the desk telephone. listened to the mes sage and hung up the receiver without saying woRd.
 What is it?'' asked some one.
 %John Dunmeade's beaten" Jeremy answered shortly.
 Murchen looked at the clerk
 Don't seem overjoyed, Jeremy?"
 Jeremy pushed back his chair and got to his feet. He faced Murchell.
 'I was thinkin','' he said quavering- ly, "I was thinkin', it's shame.'' The old body and the cracked, shrin voice shook with passion. eff you want to know, I voted fur him. It's the only mans job I ever done since come to be your heeIer. You've beaten an broken him, the best man this county ever had, an'-an' you can have me kicked out of my job if you like"
 The politicians were too amazed at this unbelievable instance of lese ma jeste even to laugh. Open mouthed they watched him as, cuivering with defiance and the hate of the oppressed, he glared at Murchen much as in a for mer time he must have confronted the gray charge. They expected nothing less than that the lightnings would blast Jeremy where he stood; hence intensified stupefaction when MurchelI said gravely: Jeremy, you'd better go home. We'll talk about your job an other time.''
 The old clerk turned and slowly stumped out Of the room.
 Jeremy" commented the senator, ''seems to have unearthed an unsus- pected backbone
 The politicians, uncertain whether this was senatorial humor or not, chose silence as the course of discre- tion.
 Later still, after the small fry had left, came the news that the opposition had freed itself and that Jerry Brent would control its convention, which meant that he would be nominated for governor And this was matter for grave concern. Until nearly morning