The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1913-09-04
HIS RISE TO POWER
Continued from Page One.

IL wash thinking OF nlln. lie uoeHu
need you. You need him"
His establishment was genuine rs she
left He went to a window where he
could watch her. still stiiily upright as
a srcnadier. breasting the March gale
lie tried to recall how she had up
reared when she was young. for she.
too. all unknown to him. must have
marked Il phase in the life Of the young
man who once had been. When she
had passed out Of sight he returned to
his chair.
His book was forgotten.
The Hon G. Washington Jenkins had
been of the faithful at IL time when
hercSy was profitable: hence his tall
Lincoln like figure was one of the few
that were not turned inhospitably AWAY
from Murchelrs door.
He was in New Chelsea few days
after Miss Roberta's neighhorly errand.
Wash" asked the senator abruptly.
| how'd YOU like to be il candidate for
/ governor:
I'D like it," said Wash honestly.
Suppose Murchcll suggested you
begin Il campaign for delegates We
! could use the delegates. even if we
couldn't use you.' he added thought,
fully.
The congressman smiled family
They discussed the matter ut length
AS Jenkins was leaving his host re
marked earnestly thereafter consult
|
I'm out of politics.
Neither gentleman smiled
When the Honorable Jenkins re-
turned to Washington. he reluctantly
admitted to an interrogative reporter:
No I'm afraid the senator is III Il
bad way. | don't think he'll ever go
| back into politics."
OF John Heath you have never
heard. Unhonored and unsung until
this hour. he has remained in that
shadowy obscurity for. which, he WAS
designed And no man ever saw
him.
1t was at crucial time for those
whom this chronicle concerns when
Jerry Brent and John D,nmeade were
marching from Dan to BerrslebA and
back and laboring with patience
worthy Of larger results. to rally the
slender hosts of reform: when Stephen
Hampden was risking his all in one
wild throw for vast fortune and War
rem Blake was following that daring
a mil Irfn
company was making many happy by
declaring a dividend of per cent.
In the kingdom things We're awry.
The rival monarch was laundering at
the gates. Worse still. there was dis
affection in the very source of
dominion. In the army And the min
lister in power chose this hour-to get
drunk. Anxious glauces We're being
.'aSt toward the deposed minister in
his self exacted exile Royal messen
gers We're being sent gallopins post
haste to him to urge him. with fine
unconscious irony. for the sake of past
favor. to speak the word that would re-
store concord among the mGtinous
regiments. But the ominous silence
continued unbroken
At such Il juncture. we say, John
Heath stepped in to defect the course
Of history.
Came to the exile. not many days aft
err Miss Roberta. Il messenger not I'M
der royal seal. Secretary, we may call
bim. to the new minister. having cur
ried favor by desertion of the old.
He WAS visibly perturbed and would
not desist from his opportunities I'm.
til admitted to the presence of the
exile. Even then. such was his fever.
ish haste. he did not notice in his
host. as Miss Roberta had done, a
vigor inconsistent with certain r,lmors
rife. He plunged at once into the mat.
ter in hand
, We've got Sherrod locked up in a
room at the hotel He's drunk as a
lord and threatens to throw himself
into the riverr'
, "Well-let himw said Mnrcl,ell, grim
ly hcartless
But" cried the messenger. lit ma,
be something to bring on Il revolution
that will sweep us all-Sherrod. Par
3 rott. mc-yon-ofr the face of the
, earth"
a." responded Mnrchell calmly. IAN
+, out Of politics and don't care Wha1
1 do YOU want me to dog
, Come with me to the capital fine
what's wrong and straighten it out"
Go to PARROT"
PARROTS a. fonrflusher This Is
5 critical"
4 II won't do it It's trouble of yo,l
I own making. Get yourselves out of it. ;
! The messenger sprang to his fee
and began to pace the floor swiftly
He assumed TO instruct :: master
With wild gesticnlation and passion
ate phrase he skctched tho impendin,
r calamity. The times were ripe for
r revolution These unntterallc fools
a Dnnmeade and Brent. with their inces
Y SAINT clack about bosses and graft
We're getting the people stirred up
There was trouble in the air --he. til.
speaker. could feel it, The arcnnza
ton was falling to pieces.