Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1913-09-26


little pile Of burned cigarettes, the
black ends Of consumed cigars, the
mass 81 tobacco ash deposited In q
whisky glass, absorbed It's tepid liquid
and skunk. The room grew chill. and
the mists OF the fountain which played
In mournful solitude beneath the rock
ing elms in the grounds, permeated
the atmosphere. The brooding night
added her terrors and her cares.
Gilman took sip Of liquor, lighted
fresh cigarette. rose. and walked up
and down the room. He thought OF
the election, so near at hand. He
looked at the governor bowed there be
fore him. What was Whalen, or the
woman. or anybody to him? Let the
prisoner diel What was he to the
governor? John Chatham's party
needed him, his country needed him
his time needed him. mankind and HUI.
man progress needed him. II he par
doned Whalen, what was to become OF
him? The conviction OF Brokoski'a
murderer alone could save him from
such apparent qualification, here on
the eve of an election at which, In the
foolish phrase of modern politics, he
sought vindication. Was this convic-
ton possible? The bare thought halted
Gilman beside the governor. He laid
hand on his shoulder.
These abstruse propositions
wouldn't stand before jury in Grim.
inal court" he said Let WhaIen
stay"
The governor lifted his head.
But you Just now said that he was
not Brokoski's murderer"
Gilman hesitated When he spoke,
he said:
IA Jury of twelve sworn men has
said that he is."
Two days after the private secre-
tary's return, the newspapers were
full Of stories concerning his move
ments. Whalen's picture was exploit
ed, correspondents sought the COVER
nor for interviews, and the Courier
charged that, in his desperation. he in
tended to pardon Whalen, that he
might have, in his campaign, the as
sistance of that skilled and unscrupu-
lous manipulation. The pack of coun-
try newspapers took up the Courier's
cry. Whalen's illness was either ig-
nored, or referred to as feigned, at
the direction Of prison authorities and
1.-THE governor. And yet certificate
pigeonholed in Gilman's desk. signed
by the prison physician. stated thai
Thomas Whalen had pulmonary tuber-
culosis and was in a moribund condi-
ton.
In his office in the city William
Handy, the chairman of the state cen
trail committee, read these newspaper
stories, and swore as he did so. That
night the shrewdest and maddest pol
itician in the state stole out OF town.
The next morning Gilman was sur
prised when the big man burst through
the door marked private" brushed
by him and entered, unannounced, the
governors chambers. Before the state
ly door swung to behind him. Gilman
heard him demand:
Whats all this ]. hear about your
pardoning Tom Whalen?"
The private secretary did not hear
the governors reply, for with DELHI
crate step he had crossed the room
and closed the door. He heard moth
ing clearly, for Handy's voice came to
at all. Once he thought he heard
"mawhsh sentiment" and "the action
Of political imbecile," but what he
mostly distinguished was muffled pro-
family. The young man for the first
time in his experience was delighted
when his bell buzzed just then. When
he entered upon the scene, the COVER
nor, rocking complacently in his high
backed chair, was saying:
'But what If it's my duty?"
DUTY be damned" shouted Handy,
rising to his feet, and shifting the desk
with a heavy fist he had had folded
during the conversation. The wrath
which the politician had kept bottled
up overnight had burst out at last
81 am running this campaign" he
cried. land as long as / do run It, l
do not propose to tolerate such In
credible folly as pardoning Tom Wha-
lem
50iiAhohJ WlUO-OJC 6dSOu III dHudE6
at the two men. Handy stood glaring
at tie governor, his fist fastened
where it had fallen. The governors
lips were tightly compressed. A sheet
of scarlet swept over his dark face.
Both men were strong-willed. The
tensity of such a moment could not
long endure It's contagion spread to
Gilman's nerves. The governors
splendid frame seemed to dilate, and
Gilman suddenly became conscious
that the admiration he had always CIV
en- the man had never before meas
ured up to the fullness of John Chat
hams deserts. 1t was with relief that
he saw the governors glance turn
from Handy to bend on him.
Gilman" he said. have a pardon
made out for Thomas Whalen."
This answer to Handy's threats was
punctuated by flash from the COVER
nor's eyes.
And Gilman" the governor con-
tinued
Yes, sir"
wire that woman--what's her
manner"
"Barry?"
sYes-Barry-wlre her to come. /
think shall prefer to tell her my
self"
Handy dropped. heavy with exhaus-
-. III ~ p 49, 49, =