The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-06-20
Mr. CORAN'S ELECTION

Ten o'clock Big Ben left no doubt
about it; for the giant clock in the
tower Of the house of parliament Is
noisy neighbor. The last stroke thun-
dered out as | climbed the stairs that
led to the modest lodging Of Inspector
Arlington Peace, and silence had
fallen as knocked at his door. l was
alone that night and in the mood
when a man escapes from himself to
seek a friend.
1 found the little detective at his
open window, staring across the tum-
bled roofs to where the abbey towers
rose under the summer moon. The
evening breeze that came creeping up
with the tie blew gratefully after
the heat of the July day. He glanced
at me over his shoulder with a short
nod of welcome.
Even the police grow sentimental
on such a night" l suggested.
Cor philosophic."
1.-The reflections of Diogenes the
Yard" laughed. May l inquire as
to the cause of such profound
thought"
He held out slip of paper, which
took and carried to the central lamp.
1t was an old newspaper clipping,
stained and blurred, relating in six
lines how James Coran, described as
a student, had been charged at the
Bow street police court with drunken
ness, followed by an aggravated as
sault on the constable who arrested
him. He was fined three pounds or
seven days. That was all.
mot subject of earth shaking i'm
portance," said.
mo: but it has proved a sufficient
excuse for blackma1l."
Then the victim is a fool" l an
swered holly. why, from the look OF
the paper the affair must have taken
place dozen years ago."
''Thirty-two years this month
which means that the rtotous stu
dent is now man of over fifty. Ii
James Coran has gone down the hill,
the past can't hurt him now; If he has
led respectable life, surely he can
afford to neglect the scamp who
threatens to rake up so mild scan
dial. Blackmail for spree back in
the seventies-its ridiculous, inspec-
tor"
The little man stood with his hands
behind him and his head on one side,
watching me with benevolent amuse-
ment. When he spoke 1t was In the
ponderOus manner which he some
times assumed, a manner that always
reminded me of university profess
sor explaining their deplorable errors
to his class
MIR. James Coran is a respectable
middle-class widower who lives with
his sister Rebecca and two daughters
in the little town of Brendon, twenty
four miles from London. He arrives
at the Fashionable Clothing company
his London establishment in Oxford
street-at ten O'Clock in the morning,
leaving for home by the 6:18. In his
spare time he performs q variety OF
public duties at Brendon. He is a
recognized authority On drains, and
has produced a pamphlet ON dust
carts. AS temperance orator his To-
cal reputation is great, and his labors
In the cause of various benevolent as
sociations have been suitably commem-
Grated by a presentation clock, three
inkstands, and silver tankard. His
interests are limited to Brendon and
Oxford street; OF world movements he
thinks no more than the caterpillar on
leaf considers the general welfare
OF the cabbage patch. Please remem-
Der the facts, Mr.. Phillips, In consid-
Grafton of his case.
six months ago an envelope ar
rived at his house with two Enclosures
One was the newspaper clipping you
hold; the other a letter denounctn1
him as hypocrite, and warning him
that unless the sum Of twenty pounds
was placed tn the locker of a lt+t,o
summer house at the end of his gar
den the writer would expose him to
an Brendon in his true character az
q convicted drunkard.
'Coran was fr despair. He had ina.
gined his unfortunate spree long for.
gotten. Not even his own relatives
were aware Of it. He was trying for
seat on the county council: the e,ec
ton was due In a month. and he 70
led for his success on the support OF
the temperance party. As an election
weapon the old scandal could be used
with striking effect. So he paid-as
many better man has been foo1
enough to do under like circumstan
ceG.
IN three days-on Saturday. that :,
6a election takes place. Thi,
mofnins he received letter siraila,