The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1913-01-03

Ttne election was a week away. A
week is short time, but in 1t, if you
are a young man not unwilling to lose
an occasional nights sleep, great deal
can be accomplished. Johns journeys
took him into Plumville and into every
ward thereof and into the townships.
In these latter districts he had less
need of the diplomats tongue to win
recruits-"workers" they were called
and we'll called. He found volunteers
a-plenty, Farmers Cranshawe and
Sykes and Criswell and others, sober,
Unconditional men who were yet willing
to follow in a forlorn hope. On the
day before election, faith In his fellows
quickened, he moved on New Chelsea.
When election day dawned, beautiful
cloudless day-happy omen!-he knew
that at every polling place in the coun-
ty was one man at least working in the
interest of John Dunmeade and that
most of them would be loyal.
The state ticket had a narrow escape
from defeat that autumn. Only the
two great cities with their machines,
it. Benton county went for the oppo-
sition, not entirely, however. One
brand was saved from the burning,
although a certain faction Of the party
was not greatly elated over Dun
meade's victory.
A young man, pale, stirred to the
depths by a victory he had not be-
lieved possible, could not understand,
was at his window gazing wOfsn,'
fully up into the sky.
81 have found my place. My peu-
Pile! l am willing to pay"
1t was vow of conservation.
The courtroom in the dingy old court
house of New Chelsea was crowded
on a certain day in May, past the point
of mere discomfort.
The voice of the defendants counsel
rose and fell. He was something of
an actor, and he put a deal Of con-
vincing passion into his words. In
New Chelsea oratory is still loved.
The audience hung intent, almost
breathless, on the scene enacted before
them. They had the feeling of being
not spectators, but participants in the
little drama. Perhaps they were, for
1t was the trial of Jim Sheehan.
Senator Murchell was not listening
to the speech. He was intently regard
ing the set profile across the counsel
table and measuring the man he saw
there against the boyish, eager and
very likeable young man whom, al.
a big had sought to press into their
service. John Dunmeade had grown
One saw that in the already grave, al
most sad, lines Of his face. Work and
thought and responsibility and pur,
pose-and something else of which the
senator had no inkling-had set their
stamp upon him.
There had been no lack of accom-
plishment during the five months of
Office holding To this truth eloquent
witnesses might have been called
Butch Maley and Red Bricker, al,
ready serving terms in the peniten,
tiary; Slayton, a fugitive, bail forfeit,
ed; Brown and Parsons, free only
pending appeal; ana now Sheehan, his
fate hanging in the balance. The ma.
chine, Senator Murchell knew, would
be rebuilt better and stronger than
ever, but for the present it was sadly
sadly out of gear.
He let his glance stray from John tc
the defendant. Sheehan sat slouched
in his chair in an attitude that he
vainly sought to render jaunty, conf
dent His cheeks had fallen in slight
ly, his eyelids were puffy and red rim
med. His mouth hung fabbily. His
hands played nervously with piece OF
paper.
Whittredge, the famous lawyer
brought from Steel City to defend Shee
han, brought his brilliant peroration tC
a close. The audience relapsed into an
expectant silence, all eyes fixed ob tho
district attorney. For O nome I