The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1913-01-02


came forward to give form and direc-
ton to the uprising certain lonely prot
estants had appeared - young men
mostly, audacious egotists who, the
people said. thought they were wiser
and better than other men, dared to
criticise what their neighbors accepted
and presumed to instruct their elders.
In the end they were broken, silenced
sadly unaware that in the subcon-
scious memory of men the echo of
their protest was still ringing They
are forgotten now.
John Dunmeade was a normally In.
telligent young man. healthy of mind
and conscience, who had never been
tempted, hence never tested. He had
heard the protestants Of his day, of
course, but they dealt with problems
so remote from his own simple exist
ence that he had carelessly accepted
his elders appraisement of them. He
had an ingenious belief in the great
ness and goodness of men who attained
high position in life, such men as
Senator Murchell
Despite his charity and credulity, he
was, when occasion presented itself
quick to see the fundamental verities
of the case-as Stephen Hampden had
learned.
He was not unambitious. although
the spark had smoldered until. appar
emily from nowhere in particular, had
come the suggestion of his nomination
When he perceived the distinct approx.
al with which his neighbors received
the suggestion his heart leaped within
him. They were a good, kind people
If he should prove faithful servant
in little perhaps-with unaffected mo-
desty he contemplated the prospect
to him might be committed service of
wider scope.
The conceded fact that his nomina
tion came solely by grace of Murchell's
and Sheehan's decree caused him
vague misgivings. Jeremy Applegate's
plant startled him. Hampden's offer
did not tempt-it revolted him. What
troubled him most was that these
things were done in the light of day
count, the victim would naturally pro-
test-seemed to care.
After careful consideration of his TN.
imposing bank account John invested
part of it in horse despite the teas
ing of Aunt Roberta, who accused him
of Joining the cavalry"-to wit, War
ren Blake and the troop of undergradu-
ates that clattered over the roads at
Crusaders heels. He was not thor
oughbred, blue ribbon winner, like Cru
sader, but just a plain horse that, with
buggy attached. could trot a mile in
something less than five minutes or If
you weren't particular as to gait would
bear you in the saddle all day with
equal willingness. He was big, raw
boned beast with a Roman nose and
eyes continually showing white. which
quite belied his placid temper, and
John called him Lightning. So John
and Lightning, two industrious cam
paigners, between whom a perfect un-
derstanding existed, went about their
business Of getting votes-and learn
ing.
Lightning's duties generally consisted
in standing under the shade of some
tree, while John, volunteer who at
least earned his dinner. worked with
the farmers in the fields. And over the
dinner table or when the days work
was done John chatted with the farm
ers. The labor was good for his mus
cles and digestion, and the chat was
good for his soul.
Often he found that Jeremy Apple
gate or one Of Jeremy's fellow scouts
had blazed the trail for him. But some
times he found skeptics who asked per
tinent questions.
"Why should l vote for YEP" asked
Dan Criswell a citizen of Baldwin
township. one evening.
John began to patter the stock party
arguments, which carried conviction
neither to the skeptical Criswell nor
of suddell-to himself. He broke of
abruptly In the middle Of sentence.