The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-14
HIS RISE
 TO POWER
By He Try Russell Miller,
 Aufh6r Q sThle Man Higher Up"
cepyrigh t. 1911, by the Bebbs-Merril
 Company sa<

cepyrigh t. 1911. by the Bebbs-Merria
 Company ,,.-r,
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 A marvel had been wrought. To MureheIl had been given a new pur- -~ssmL But Murchell, the workman, e9uza never change; he was too old Ais Imc1E of respect for the people and nopulzr impulse, the habit of judging hieans by the end, ffxed through IfSe<Izne, would persist And he was me stronger man, his the greater gen lus- The instinct for mastery must bs served Who joined him did so as c follower, to be dominated by the Headsr's ideal and philosophy.
 sTf ouzy could answer hfmr' John cried within htmseff-
 But hfs experience, sflencing inspira- Non, had noe taught him that answer. There was Bue one way for him to decide Tfze tT9p of circumstances, sprung by nss own weakness, held him 1nst- f7awfng accepted advancement nf tne nnnGB of Ghat which he believed ts be wranE, hs might no longer open V mght aemfuse fe As an enemy to fAs maeAkns, whose beneficiary he had hecotne. hs would be dfscredited, un- eenvfncsnx His oaly hope for useful ness fhy i'm GsS pFoHereds aliiapes,, in 1furch&rs new purposs- slesEf
 For lfttfe Hnfg sat in the unwonted silence of embarrassment Then he said abruptly:
 Assnator Aprs1eu, I'd like to epoIo- zine if you will f8t n1e."
 Fer tsdffug the truth ? It isn't nec- essnrys
 .eNo, for believing my trnpertfnent, ekeatrkc intervention responsible for your actiou-"
 @You don't bsIieye that nowf'' eT ao not Aude- Haig hesitated zn ths zaascuffne awkwardness before sentiment "And I know Dunmeade cam txszBt your oHer.s a
 Boon John returned He-heId out his land to William MuroheIl.
 sT haven't the, right to refuse"
 He was no longer a voice. He mad passed from the wilderness to the nAunts of men, where action, not prsachmer1ts- r1ts--ach1evements; not proph- ecy-afe the currency of fife
 Was he weak, the theory of life and growth hs accepted wrong? To this day John DunmBade often asks the Qaest1on- Sometimes he doubfs But tzsen. looking back over what has besn 1ane and forsseefng fuller triumph, he puts away the question. For the compact, that day struck, held. Under MurchelEs tuteIaSe he learned to com promise, to substitute craft and in- kxigu@ for slhe honorable, open methods ns loved But hs has never lost sight Of hiB purpose and. though there have been 1alts and detours and even re- tfHafm, ths general direction has been &s-xs< .-n ~-rz, Ix94f14~.-. MurcheH died. not greatly honored by cynical world that looked for no rood thing frum NaAareEl1, but content in the belief that the forces by him set In motion would in the end undo his evil As for Dunmaade, he- is stfll a eompromtser, but still fighting, an able lseutenant i'm a new movement whose end is not yet Re iB Rlad to believe that upon his foundation other men shah be able to build with clean hands
 
 And he 3ound one source of happi- ness over which no cloud has lowered
 When MuEchsll and Haig left him that afternoon, to escape kindly in- traders he went out into the country. He walked for two miles or more and then, turning, went swiftly homewafd. But aa he shirted the foot of the knob he was brought to, an abrupt halt For thsRe. tethered to q bush, stood horse that he recognized Cru sadar. less fiery than of yore, but Hieek as ever and with many a fast gRilop left in his sturdy muscles.
 For q moment John looked, hesftant. at the path up which she doubtless had climbed Then in sudden resolution he went 3D.. a@ es cos
 She was standing by the big powder looking away at the hills that rose, rank upon rank, until the last, become mountains, were lost in the blue haze. But he saw not the hills, only her, the strong supple figure lined against the sky, her hair red gold under the slant ing sunshine. He caught his breath at sight o< her, sense of all else ob- liberated.
 She seemed to feel his nearness and turned. For an instant, without greet ing, they looked at each other, these two whose romance was almost SIS old as life itself. But to them it was unique, all their own. To him the love had been one ar6or that had not burned out in the years of failure. To her it had been growing thing that could not be killed, reaching out it's tendrils until it possessed her wholly. casting out vanity and fear, making her his through weakness and strength. fR victory and defeat. Shaken, they looked away quickly; on the face of each had been written what the other most desired to see.
 sherwaited for him to speak, but the tongue that had held thousands silent under it's spell stubbornly refused to be eloquent at this supreme moment
 sT saw Crusader" he said lamely. and came up."
 "Obviouslyr' She laughed nervous ly. .1 came up here because 1t is tht highest point in the county: but, of course. you know that and you can