The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1912-02-03

Copyright, 1910, by Harper & Brothers.
a spasm as to have a lingering death
later with you Mt the head Of it. Way
mouth. You can't team me-"
You let me say n word right here!'
clustered Everett. Il wash my hands
Of any deal with Spinney. I've got
the bulk of that convention behind me.
/ don't propose to be shunted.'
AZ supposed you all remembered the
details Of what you did last evening""
returned the general coldly. rs 1t
necessary for me to remind you, Mr..
Everett, that Chairman Presson turned
over to Spinney a paper in which you
agreed to appoint him TO a state Of
ficei That transaction was noted along
with the rest, sir. | would remind
you. gentlemen, that the convention is
waiting"
Thellsmer Thornton caught the sec
rotary of the state committee by the
arm and propelled him toward the
door, ordering Harlan TO open it. Sig
nal that band! Start IL to going!' he
directed. Keep those delegates easy
He turned on the chairman. Now,
Luke, you're licked. And it's your W
deadfall that's caught you. There's a
new bribery law In this state. You
haven't forgotten il, have you? It's
state prison
Look here. gentlemen" he went on,
addressing the members of the state
committee. you've got just five min
utes' leeway between a good political
walloping and striped suits. Get out
on the floor. Get busy with those del
egations. And the man Of all of you
who dares TO say one word too much
about what's been done here today
win peek through bars and wish his
tongue had been torn out hg the roots
before he talked. Pressol, this thing
is out of your hands. You shan't cut
your own throat, | say. Get on to
that floor, men,
They went. IL was the rush OF men
TO save themselves. Each la as he
passed out cast a glance upon the pa
pers that General Weymouth clutched
and a second glance at Harlan, brawny
guard, at his side.
Take Everett across to the commit
tee room and call in the men who were
to present him. directed the duke, re-
leasing the chairman. And it's up to
you two to give 'em n story that will
hold 'em. It's short notice, but we've
got. General Weymouth for a text!
Look here, Daye'-he whirled on Ev-
erett, who was frantically protesting
your strength was the strength the
boys of the machine put behind you.
1t hasn't been personal strength. Get
across there. you and Presson! I'm
eating dirt myself. Get down on your
hands and knees with me and make
believe you like it!'
He hustled them out.
The band was rioting through a jolly
melange of popular melodies.
The old man hesitated a moment and
then walked across to the general.
Ward, politics is most always a case
Of dog eat dog, but I want to assure
you that I'm not hungry just now If
you are mott And my grandson seems
to have more political foresight than l
gave him credit for. I'm getting old, /
see."
He did not give them opportunity to
answer. He swung about and went to
Spinney.
81 reckon they'll raise your guard
now, Arba," he said, nodding at the
stolid and plain men. '"There isn't
much more that you can do. either to
harm or help. You'd better pull u chair
out to the edge Of the stage there and
listen to what a good fellow you are
when your orators nominate you. Then
before the applause dies away you'd
better start for home. Itl be a good
time to get away while Presson is
busy" Ii was plain that, lacking any
other object, the duke was venting the
last of his spleen on this wretched vic
tim Of the game. Before you go. give
me one of those Honest Arba' ribbons.
| keep a scrap book OF jokesr'
The abject candidate had no word to
offer in reply. He vas white and trem-
bling.
"You can suit yourself as to your
further movements. Spinney." said the
general, noting the mans distress.
There's a rear exit from this hail.
remarked the duke significantly.