The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-02
HIS RISE
 TO POWER
By He Try Russell Miller.
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copyrigh |, 1911, by the Bobbs-Merrin
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 Am Iei1. ,tln:;s you, I wonder? Her voice became uncertain. '1-I beg you, ,to. beleve tll3t T haven't meant ito refnen1ber that I shouldn't be good for you. have no wish toto be Delilah-''
 The trenlor in her voice set him to trembling Then, without conscious intention, he was holdire her in close, rough clasp and crying to her to TO with him She did not resist, and his arms, passively suffering his hot kisses. her eyes closed. her face white. My dear. my dear, Don't you see? You're fighting against the thing that means your happiness. Pm not afraid to ask now. for know can give you far more than youll ever have other wise What I want to do isn't so ter ribIe- It Is very simple. I can't see why a few are so strongly against it. And it doesn't mean the sacrifice you think. Already it has. brought victory and the consideration of men you so much desire In the end. if we have the spirit to fight and wait''- His stammerinr phrases halted. He be came aware of her closed eyes. her unresponsiveness- She opened her eyes and looked at him. His rough clasp relaxed. She shook her head and pushed herself away. leaning back ip the seat
 "Ah.'' she murmlned, sft is too late. You can't make me want you enough Tt isn't too late if you care"-
 '-Is caring everything? You know it isn't If it were yo1l wouldn't make conditions. You would use your brains your talents. to work out career. You would have accepted Senator Mur- cheIre offer
 ssYou think that?'' he cried. ssThen you don't carer
 @Ah.r she said reser fully, tayou can myself as have done for you for 8 fancy2 T. But you wouldn't under stand It is very practical matter. Life isn't all moonlight. It is all very beautiful to give ones life to an ideal. And you're very splendid now in the flush of yoEr first victory Ton would be ssti1h splendid 41gttfngoa sBfave, los ing fight while you We're young. but when you were broken down, middle aged failure, cast aside, a career out of the question, do you think that r. It wouldn't be romantic then. I'd be always looking up at the men I once knew. the men who were aconquering. doing big things. and T'd-regret. And Pd hate you thenz'sa sstsZ ~
 ssIt seems" he crieds bdt4erlys CT in epire little .eofihdene eIoS7sm told by every one before have tried long. while I am still winning, that I'm doomed to be a faflureP's
 s.Now 1t is you who will not see'' She became more gentle 'sDo you think I could care for a weakling2 It isn't you we distrust, but your ideal I know more of politics than ], did year ago. Your dream will get you only disappointment. Even the big men who have done the fine. good things for this country used the forces they found at hand. compromised with evil to create good. And their good stands"
 Suddenly she leaned toward him and placed q hand on his arm. Look. John!'' She pointed to the north star gleaming palely in the moonlight. -sThat star Is beautiful, but it is very. very high. Can't you understand? Ask Hne to go with you to the mountain top and will go- I will help you climb, but to that star-and I can't"
 She had shaken him, as she could all ways shake him, set him to question. fng the real value of the purpose that through forces over which he had nc control. as it seemed, had grown until kt filled his life, excluding all else Her hand still. rested on his arm, yet he found strength to aEaWer:
 rEon've said it yourself caring isn't everything...
 He got to his. feet slowly. She, too rose. With a sudden jealous contrac t5on of her heart she realized how lit tie of the grief sheshad thought to sec was in his look. Strength was there the strength to suffer and to with stand, and something else, almost { glow, the reflection of a spirit handed down to this man across the genera tons from an age of martyrs .wht were glad to pay for their faith. Witt a great price he was paying for his faith. and it became the more preciou: to him
 She found the need to justify herself before him
 "At least" she said unsteadily, 'yot win remember that I didn't pretend until it was too late for you to escap' me and then worry you into going m, way, as many women have done. Tn not quite so selfish as that. Am wholly contemptibleT'
 He Judged her generously.
 You aren't contemptfble- It is onl. that you don't love- Love doesn't bag gle or try to drag, down. YOu hay mistaken, honestly mistaken, some thing else for it. If you eared-b'1 you don't You will ind that ou soon.''
 For a little she looked at him UT waveringly Then her strength seen ed to wilt .s-9s7s4
 .sYou are right. I suppose, and I har missed a great deal GoodbF-" n gent in the house N 2
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