The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-30

AEGsHS thought, unsuspecred possIp1ur1es-pos- abilities that had not been realized-in him since he could love this woman. He was far from ready to admit that their realization would have been prof itable.
 ''His mothers son. I guess that ex- plains him." He rose. About that 1usticeship-PI1 see what can be done. But I promise nothing definitely so far ahead. You understand that2'
 Certainly" the judge assented. sfBut I expect you to do your best. l feel," he added with dignity, that my services to my country and to my par ty warrant my expectation. And l ought to draw the old soldier vote to the ticket
 "And, judge,'' Murchell concluded, ''think over the Sheehan sentence think it over" He went out of the room.
 On the next Saturday morning James Sheehan, found guilty of conspiracy to faIsify election returns, was summoned to bar and sentenced to four months ''hard 1abor'' in the county workheuse. But before the appeal which he took had been refused by the higher court he had left Benton county for parts un- known,
 John sought refuge in the cubbyhole that Benton county provides for it's district attorneys. With sense of re- lief he filed away his notes on the Sheehan case in a cabinet marked Finished Business Then he threw himself into chair and began to take stock
 Sheehan's eyes haunted him. John was a normal young man, and he was capable of knowing the joy of a task well done. But not this sort of task! He could find no elation in triumph won at the cost of direct personal mis- cry to others.s~There. was Slayton. for example, a handsome, pleasant young man who looked the criminal not at all. He had not had the courage to stand trial, and he had broken bail and fled, leaving a sick Hife. She and the, child born since the fathers flight now lay together in grave. Slayton had not dared to return. Perhaps he did not even know of the double tragedy. In his dreams John often saw Slayton's hunted face as it must now appear.
 He became conscious that his head was aching, that he was tired all over, every nerve in his body throbbing. For more than six months, ever since his election, he had been working inces- sanity, feverishly toward this day. The release from strain allowed his mal treated, protesting body to be heard. He got up and left the office, as though fleeing from the problem.
 He laid a roundabout course away from Main street out into the country. He ramped determinedly along the pike, filling his lungs with the tonic air. It had been g good growing sea son" His way took him between fields of clean young corn and barley and oats and occasional cool, green wood lots.
 A farmer, driving pair of heavy farm horses doing duty at the tongue of a squeaky spring wagon, rattled up behind him.
 "Howdy, John! Want lift?'
 "Howdy, Ri! No, thank you. Just taking little exercise and soaking in all this.''
 Cranshawe refined in his team. John stopped.
 Little mite too smart fer lem today, weren't ye?'a
 'sThey had been so bold, they made 1t easier" (
 Cranshawe nodded ssBe smarter next time, reckon-f we give 'em chanct. IF we give lem a chanct,'' he repeated refectiveIy 'sUs farmers, we're feelin' purty good about these trials. Feel like we didn't make any mistake last fall.''
 "Murchell says you forget" John smiled back.
 ssRoSr1 of Q, KaS hoS shave asked shrewdly. Hell be at ye harder, before we're through. Ye got 'em scared. Mebby we'll fergit an then mebby we won't. But I guess that's our lookout, not yours. So fur's ye're concerned, all ye got to do is go ahead an try to finish up the job ye've started. IF we don't do our part, guess we won't have nobody to blame but ourselves
 "The question is, am big enough for the job?"
 '.No, that ain't the question: Gran shave contradicted quickly. Be cause that can't be answered till ye've tried. The question is, are ye goin' to be scared out by a job because it's big, or are ye goin' to keep up what ye've started? IF ye don't, there ain't any body else to do it. An we'll soon be back where we started"
 John nodded slowly. Cranshawe did not pursue the point.
 eI see Steve Hampden's back he remarked casually. stThat girl D his was at the trial. Came in late an had to stand by the door where I was standin'. She was with some young city feller. Seen her at the rally last fall too She seems,'' he grinned quiz ideally, .sto take consider ble intrust in