Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1912-12-15

"heId close enough to slis eye win hide
the rest Of creation"
| Haig chuckled. Now, that's good.
That's very good. Wish could have
! thought OF tt
LAS we put It in New Chelsea. are
you leaving soon, Mr.. Haig?' asked
John.
Lord. no! I'm here for my health
| Doctor told me I'd been working too
hard or not hard enough, / forget
which. and that l needed fresh air for
my liver. So trailed up here after
! the Hampdens, where, by the way,
Brother Blake and l are dining this
evening"
Eyes. and we'd better start" Warren
i suggested patiently.
"Ah, these fiery loyersl Come around
and see me, Mr.. Dunmeade."
John promised. and they parted.
He reached home to be soundly scold-
ed by Miss Roberta for his hardness at
supper. After supper he strolled into
/ the library. The judge was reading
by the desk, the light from the lamp
throwing his cold, heavy features into
sharp relief. He looked up inhospita-
| bly, as John entered.
Busy, judgeT John generally call
cd him Judge, feeling not without rea-
son that his father took more pride in
his ONCE than in his paternity. OF
late he had had especial reason for
this belief.
mot too busy II you have anything
of importance to discuss. l suppose
you expect me to pat you on the back
because you've sent another man on
the road to PRISON.
II have felt that you weren't IN full
sympathy with 1t"
II am not" The Judge laid his book
| on the desk and sat stiffly erect John
was Immediately enabled to sympa-
thize with those unfortunates who
were arraigned before his father.
Now that the case is ended, may
speak frankly. As Judge l, of course,
approve of the punishment of crime.
But don't approve your going out Of
your way to attack your party and
Senator Murchell, fine, clean living
gentleman, who has always showed
the warmest friendship for your fam
ily." Judge Dunmeade spoke with re-
strained emphasis.
And has created q pernicious ma
chine" John added incautiously.
(which elected you to the Office you
now hold"
"Your memory isn't good. Judge.
The machine nominated me. The peo-
pie of Benton county elected me. you
may remember"
You couldn't have been nominated
without Murchell's Endorsement"
"That, I'm sorry to say, is probably
true" John said. wishing that he had
not ventured into the room. I'm sor-
ry you feel so about It Good night,
father"
Judge Dunmeade resumed his book.
Now, the judicial temperament Is not
given to impulse. But as John went
slowly out of the room Judge Dun
meade experienced novel sensation
which In the brief moment allowed for
reflection he was at loss to define.
Later he decided that 1t was his gen.
erous nature asserting itself to give his
son another chance. He may have
been mistaken.
Be that as 1t may, before John had
passed quite out of the room he was
recalled by an unexpected "Waitw
He returned. Yes, father?"
IT suppose" said the Judge grunly,
"your fathers interest can have no
weight with you. 1t ought to be clear
to you without suggestion from me that
IL you persist in attacking Senator
MurcheIl you make my lifelong nmbi-
ton impossible"
Are you still taking that seriously
The senator has been teasing you along
with the promise of justiceship for
ten years. Don't you know by this
time that he has no intention of CIV
ing 1t to you?"
| He gave you nomination"
Eyes. he happened to believe he could
make use of me. 1t seems to be solely
. a question Of the senator's political
} necessities. IL doubt that he needs
you, father"
THAT means, presume" the Judge
said bitterly, that count for nothing
against your notions? But might
have known 1t. Good night" he re-
peated.
Out in the clear night John walked
slowly about. More than ever he re-
allied the price which they must pay
who would be voices.
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