The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-22
HIS RISE
 POWER
By Henry Russell Miller,
 Aufhor o aThe Man Higher Up"

ssThe Man Higher Up"
 Cepyright, 1911. by the Bobbs-Merrin
 Company
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 ssThen it-thls nomlnation-wili be a gift from MurchellT'
 You couldn't have it otherwise" And you see nothing wrong in t khatr'
 1T myself should be glad to have his support for any offlce might seek" The judge regarded this answer as sufncient ..Tm glad you have it It shows his friendship for us continues. And he cleared bis throat signi1- rMmt1y. it augurs we'll for other shon- CTS to-ahem-our family"
 Two little creases settled between 5ehn's eyes
 Miss Roberta was a vigorous spin Hfer of sixfy whose causfic tongue tried, not always successfully, to hide the kindly xmpulses of her heart She was . lady of many violent dislfkes ana few equally violent friendships Later in the evening she found John alone on ths western porch staring up inke the sky The prophecy of the norninSss rsd sunrise was about to be fu1nrlpd: it was evident that a storm wns brswing.
 .'stsve Hampden,- 7 Miss Roberta re- marked in . carefully casual tone, is hcme And Katherines" she added.
 xesr' neslissntiy.
 -sYon so and cali on her. Go to- nsEhxs.
 Cant. have',-he yawned-"an appofrtment with the sandman I didn't slaap much last night: Won't 1ke Ksep9 She seemed healthy enough fns last lime saw her. Regular lit 13s rsa headed bemboy, she was"
 .,ahs nnizntn't stay long" Miss E0berfn'g tsne implaed chat this con- <11ssncy would be little short of ca sam2eDus ~Amd Warren Blake is dane E19 xftee Der klrsady v 's-
 ''Doar. Amnk hehqFsnS yvarrens nsvsr zn hss slEs dia nnything 90 frivolous as <znncing- Why are you in such hnr- ID to have ne fan in lovef"
 II don'e want you to grow old and e<nBbed and-anA lonsso1ne-like me" sWhy-why, Aunt Roberta, didn't <ncw yon felt that way. You mustn't, Fou hncw,s he said gravely, and pat 4eH her hand afEact1onatsly. from which unwonfed demonstration she za71 1zFre He 1zuxhed- There's time enough Ton matang anyhow. I'm only thirty; and baaides. what could offer girl, lover, ssFourselfr Miss Roberta could not snfIreiy repress hint of pride.
 Those spectacles you're always los fnx must De rose colored. I'd want to offer something more than myself, Aunt Roberta-something of achieve ment that would prove my worth couldn't love a woman who could care for a little, futile man. When I've done something. them
 q know what you're thinking, John my. Don't go into politics
 i've got to. don't want to go all my life as have done, drudging along for e 1ftx1e money, drying up in the routine, my outlook narrowing. I'd have nothing to show in Justification of my living Why, I'd be no better than Warren Blake, Aunt Roberta" One might, by a stretch of the i'm aglnatIor, have called the sound Miss Roberta emitted laugh.
 
 Across Main street from the court house square scene of Daniel Web ster's famous speech, the war time damonstrasfons and the annual rally stands red brick, white porticoed mansion in the style we distinguish as colonial. This house was built in the early thirtiss by Thomas Dunmeade founder of New Chelsea, then in his eashtieth year. a period of life when hEs thoughts should have been center cd on heavenly glories, but were, tr fact, busted with the cares and vani ties of this world.
 Thomas lived just long enough to install himself in the new house. Then Inc died in an apoplectic fit following q choIeric dennnciation of Andrew Jackson The title to the house de ,ncended to the pioneers son., Robert, 8 ,nenflenan of parts, who, as founder of the flour mills, brought connniercia .eonsequenee and as congressman fol ,uue term the honors of statesrnanshiI 10 the town of his nativity. His sor was Hugh, the soldier and later the judge of the house of Dunmeade.
 Miss Roberta and John were sitting under tree In the front yard 1t wal Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea
 sT wonder.,s unused Miss Roberta --how Steve. Hampden liked the ser mon 2s aa r@ aHe probably wasn't listening"
 "Warren Blake walked home from church with Katherine" she remarked nignifcantIy.
 "she was there, thenr'
 ~Dfdn't you see herr
 sT heard the stir when she came in but, strange to relate, I was more in terested in the service, and forgot te look her up after church.
 .swhy won't you go to see herT'
 John rose with sigh of resignation "Aunt Roberta, you are woman o1 one idea see I shall have no peace of mind until I've paid my respects tc this gilded lady. I gor'