The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-01-20

|6SS5FSI morning In the big hotel. All
night roisterers had hanked
his room, there had been the buzz
of eager argument overhead, riot of
dispute below and continual thudding
of hurrying feet in the corridors. He
had gone to sleep realizing that the
hive was In state Of upheaval ex-
traordinary, but he slept calmly In
spite of II and woke refreshed.
He picked his way past cots in the
corridors. Men were snoring there.
His grandson had not returned to
their apartments. But the duke d.
vined his whereabouts He had ascer-
tanned by the house telephone the
number of Linto"'s room. He tried
the door when he arrived there. 1t was
not locked. He entered. Linton was
asleep on the bed. Harlan was on
cot. They had taken Off only their
coats and waistcoats. They did not
wake when he came in. He pulled a
chair to the center of the room and
sat astride 1t. his arms on its back.
In few moments both sleepers woke.
stirring under his intent regard. They
sat up and returned his gaze.
"Well, my boys. what's the pro-
gram" he inquired pleasantly.
Heavy with sleep, perturbed. bit
apprehensive. neither answered.
"You didn't come back to your room
last night. Harlan. You weren't afraid
Of this old chap, were you?"
81 didn't want to disturb you. and
Mr.. Linton and I wanted to talk after
we left General Weymouth said
Harlan.
Its all right II you weren't afraid
Of me. my boy. We can't afford to
have politics put us in that state IF
mind. Now, own up. You thought I'd
pitch in and pull you over to the ma
chine. You were afraid Of that, now,
weren't your
Grandfather" replied the young
man firmly. you remember that you
told me you were going to put me into
politics right. consider that you've
done so. I'm going to stay where you
put me-"
"Oh, you mean one thing and mean
another, my boy, as matters stand just
now. You're In wrong. A man isn't
in right when he's playing on the los,
ing end"
II stay where you put me-" insisted
Harlan doggedly. "I'm with General
Weymouth"
| General Weymouth was winner
| till he committed harikari there last
night. He had Luke's machine, and he
had my scheme. He kicked over the
machine, and the scheme won't work
now: 1t could have been snapped
through, but 1t can't be bulled through
mot with the bunch forewarned and
on the lookout. Your political chances
with Ward Weymouth, Harlan, don,
amount to thatv He clicked his finger
smartly above his head. "You may as
well go back up country and boss the
Quedaws."
"And vet you know that Genera
Weymouth il right, Mr. Thornton.
broke in Linton, pausing in lacing hi
Shoes There's no chance for argu
ment about that. Why Is It the bii
/ men Oh Inlb btdte-Lutu hht yOu, tuW
have the influence to set thing
straight--won't back the man that
honest and right".
Linton, that's the kind Of a ques
ton that's asked by the man who's
experience in practical politics is limit
ed to a term on the school board an
the ownership Of subscription ed
ton Of American Statesmen bound I
half morocco. I'll tell you why W
don't: we're dealing with conditions
not theories."
He went to the window. snapped u
the shade and let the morning ligll
food the room.
"wake up, my boysl Dreams ar
rosy-Pve had 'em myself. But the
!, don't buy the breakfast next morr
ing. Martyrs get devil Of a rep'
tation after they're dead. 1t doesn