The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-21

This to Sheehan was humorous mat ter. That's all right. he agreed again, grinning, eff you can catch me. You think it over. Johnny, and let me know tomorrow"
 He rose. well, I guess I must be goin'. Are you cnmin' along. sena- oor?"
 ssryot just now. sheehan.'' Senator Murchell answered.
 ssI'II be sayin' good day, then" sheehan shook hands with Senator Murchell and John and left.
 CHAPTER IL.
 The sTheorist.
 && YlOHN went to the window, EA where he watched the politi- k&S&S elan unH the swaggering fig &SS ure disappeared around the corner Murchell, with faint twinge at his heart, saw the distasta plainly written on the young man's face. The twinge was because the time had come to grind his young friend through the mills of the organization. The senator, who set low value upon gratuitous services, proposed to make the grinding process worth while to the man who was to be ground. He WAS d1EEdQy 1OTll1MB vague R46AS O1 setting him on the road to high po even prove to be an Elisha, some day to assume fallen mantle.
 To the portrait of the state leader al ready painted we may add that William Murchell was a bachelor. matter for yerely. since he once made an earnest effort to repair the condition. His had been a very simple romance. He had loved, had laid himself and his aspira- lions at the iady's feet and had been rejected. A short time afterward he stood with his best friend as the latter took the same lady in holy wedieck. It is probable that he had his period of suffering; but, as became a man of ambition, he quickly put an end to it and gave himself to the climb to pow CT. In time his romance was almost forgotten.
 Almost, for In later years some times in 8 mellow hour he would construct for himself a scene in which a gentle faced woman with gray green eyes sat across the hearth and around them an indefinite number of the second generation. In the scene was always a pleasantly laughing young man who peered out on the world through eyes like his mothers. This often occurred after Senator Mur- chell had met or heard something of John Dunmeade, young man in whom he thought he saw masculine replica Of the woman of his romance. The senator's memory must have been good, for she had been dead many years. He was seeing her that June afternoon.
 John returned to his chair Murchell looked around at the dingy office. Over the desk hung a calendar and another faded, old fashioned print of Daniel Webster. Save for this adornment the walls were given over to calf and sheep bound books-rows and rows set upon plain pine shelves. The old ma hogany furniture, doubtless splendid In it's day, had been battered and scratched by many careless hands and feet.
 ''You keep the old ofice just the same, see. I remember when your grandfather built and furnished it.'',
 ''Yes; don't like to disturb things, though Aunt Roberta thinks it's fear fui mess. Three generations Of Dun meades have used this office just as it is.''
 's1 used to come here to borrow books from your grandfather and talk poli- tics. He was mighty smart man. He would have been governor during the war if he hadn't died. He gave me my start
 "Yes," John said idly. Senator he leaned forward abruptly-"wha do you think of Sheehan? Why don't you. with all your power. put men like Shee- han out of politics?'
 "Young man, Murchell answered dryly, eff were strong enough to put all the rascals out of politics I'd make the Almighty jealous Are you going to take the nomination?"
 q hate to be under obligations to Sheehan.''
 You won't be under obligations-to Sheehan.''
 'T don't want to be under obliga- tions''-John hesitated moment-"to you. Something might come up that would make me seem ungrateful."
 "I1l risk it.''
 But I'm not sure I'm the kind of znan you want"
 '1,ll risk it." Murchell repeated.
 aBut don't think you understand" John persisted. ''I've been-bothered a little lately about some things That trust company affair, for instance-it doesn't look right. And then Sheehan-