Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-08-08

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bill. and on the verification, you'll see
others tumbling into the band-wagon.
Now, your vote is not needed, as you
see, and cast for the bill or against it,
can have no appreciable effect upon
the result. The bill will pass without
your vote, and cannot defeat it, for
the hundred and two will stand firm
in the end One of them, however,
is Berry, don't mind telling you-is
trying, at the last minute, to force us
into raising his price. You can take
his place, you can have his price OF
the easy money with his raise added.
if you will go out there and vote for
the BILL
''He stood looking at the floor, rum
mating.
"T know, Henderson, continued,
that you are poor man, that you
have large family, that you have to
work hard for living. You are go
ing home tomorrow, maybe not to
come back here any more, and you
can go, if you wish, with three thou
sand dollars clean, cold cash in your
pocket. What do you say?"
1.-THE old man turned his face away
and began to tumble with his horny
fingers at his chin. His hand trembled
as with a palsy. We could. hear the
roll call going on outside.
"'Hear them?' l said. It's nearly
up to you-what do you say?'
'The cd mans lips quivered, and
his calloused fingers grated in his
beard. He opened his lips to speak,
but his jaw moved helplessly. And
we heard Hens voice back there in
the house calling-calling SO that you
could have heard him over in the LIE
land barroom:
'Geisbach!'
"No!'
"'He is one of those who will
change said.
"'Giger!'
There was no response. He'll be
all right when they call the absentees.
I said
Gordon!
"No!'
'Griesheicler!'
"'Aye!'
Hear them?" I asked. The HIS
came next, and the old man, still fumb
ling with his chin, and without turn
ing his head, began to talk:
Baldwin, he said, you're right. l
am poor man. I have wife an
eight children. Tomorrow I'm goin'
back home, an on Monday I'm goin' to
hunt a job-hunt job in the harves
field. I've worked all my life.
'spect to work hard all my life. I'll
keep on huntin' jobs in the harves'
fields. I'll probably die in the poor
house. I'll be buried in the potter's
field. God knows what'll become of
that woman and them children
"He nodded his head as in assent
to an indisputable proposition, and his
eyes widened as if in fright. They
We're looking down the barren years
before him, and felt in that moment
glad of my power to brighten them.
"'Hallen!' we heard Hen call.
"No!'
"'Henderson of Ef1ngham -
"'Aye!'
''The old man Strengthened out his
long, lank figure, and then suddenly
he turned and looked me in the eyes.
"'But Baldwin, he said, 4 come here
last January an honest man, and to-
morrow I'm goin' back, back to oil
Greene, back to my people, back to
that woman an them children, an
Baldwin'-he gulped the word-'Bald-
win, I'm goin' back an honest man.
Henderson of Greene!' Hens
voice called, and the old man stalked
into the corridor and Numbered MOI!
in trumpet note"
The lobbyist ceased. The train had
stopped at Chenoa, eand they could
hear the breathing of the engine
breathing as living thing when 1t
rests. The noise ceased presently,
and the silence of the wide country
night ensued They heard only the
notes that came from the throats of
frogs and the stridulent drumming of
the cicadae Baldwin looked at the
two politicians, expecting some COM
ment. The oscitant Healy looked out
Of the window, into the vast darkness
brooding over the prairie town. Jen-
nings sat. meditatively pulling at his
moist mustache, an expression OF per-
plexity in his countenance, the
wrinkles of increasing concentration
of mind gathering in his brow. Pres
emily, without word, he rose and left
the compartment. When he returned
he was treading in his stockings. his
coat and waistcoat and collar had
been removed, his suspenders mere
hanging at his hips. He was evidently
preparing for his berth. Baldwin,
meanwhile, had pressed button, and
sent Gentry, the aged porter, now in
white jacket, for his bag, and laid out
on the seat beside him his pajamas,
and a travellers case filled with silver
toilet articles. Jennings lifted his
own big valise to his knees, and from
it's depths drew bottle, wrapped
heavily in newspaper. He held one
of the heavy little glasses under the
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