The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-09-23
CHAPTER XIII.

Other trains were making whirl
wind tours of these United States
Not every capitalist was on the sid
of capital A badly frightened AM
very able man in the White Hous'
was fighting for his political life. Int
the arena there came at last drib
bling of genuine patriots, who, like
their forefathers, were ready to give
for their country their lives, their for
| tunes, and their sacred honor.
| It wasn't all smooth sailing, by any
means. Still no new movement had
ever made such progress in SO short
a time, and the end was not in sight
nor the beginning of the end.
A man gaining in strength from day
| to day, among those who stood for the
old order of things, and opposed &C.
| lestia, was Tommy Barclay. He had
great fervid quality of honesty
which no one could doubt, and he had
look on his face, very lean now from
short nights. hard work, and the con.
slant buffetings of trains, of young
hero who has set himself to do to
death a dragon that is ravaging a
countryside. With experience and
practice had come quick initiative in
emergencies, ease, and the better con-
troll of a naturally fine and far-car-
rying voice.
His triumphs were many. His
downfalls came when he crossed
Celestia's path too closely. If she
was speaking by chance in the same
town at the same time, he would have
no more Of an audience than he could
hands. If he followed her too closely
he spoke to deaf and unsympathetic
ears.
THE crime of the ages" said one
rough miner, who was suffering from
too much heart, too much whisky and
too little mind, you great big, whist
lin, thunderin' boob, did you ever set
eyes on the LADY,"
And Tommy to his horror had failed
to find an answer to that question
anywhere in his head, and had STAN
mered and become tongue-tied, and
been bored, and had done harm to
cause, which, so fanatfcal he had be-
come, at this time, seemed to mean
life and death to him.
In exalted moments he felt that he
had crushed the love of Celestial out
of his heart.
Once, in a little northern town,
standing on an iEprovised rostrum of
packing cases, and in the midst of
addressing a large crowd of quiet,
sensible people, who appeared to like
him, and to like what he said, it was
Tommy's bad fortune to have Celes-
tia arrive from her sncw-white car
and steal his audience away from him.
His "sea of upturned faces became
a pool, with more than half the faces
turned away to try and see what all
the excitement was about further
down the street, and everybody get
ting more and more restless and mat
tentive. A sudden tremendous cheer
ing took the rest of Tommy's audi
ence away from him on the run, with
the exception of one young woman,
who wore a thick brown veil and was
half concealed by the stem of an elm
For a moment or two Tommy did
not see her. His eyes were on the
backs and twinkling legs Of his fast
audience, and there was
a smile on his face, half rueful resig- |
nation and half amusement. He did |
not notice the woman until she called |
attention to herself by speaking.
Don't STOP" she said; they haven't |
all gone. It isn't fair to me. I've |
come long way to hear you
With an exclamation of pleasure
Tommy 1eaped down from his rostrum
and ran to greet her. "Why, Mary
he exclaimed, what the
dickens are you doing way down
aere?"
II told you I came to hear you
speak. You are getting to be rather
amOus, you know, and I thought it
vas my duty-her eyes sparkled I'M
Ter the veil-to hear you at least once"
WELL" said Tommy, smiling back,
you missed all the good parts
They turned and walked aoward the
title city park.
What are you really doing in this
ar away place, Mary? You didn't
10 all that travelling just to hear me
ak through my hat, did your"
mo, didn't, really; and you didn't
'eally talk through your hat. L came
Is matter of fact to tell you some
hing think you ought to know"
They reached the little park, chose
| bench, and sat down.
You'll promise not to let anyone
Know you got the story from me-
It'll promise that, of course"
"Of course" said Mary, eff Mr.. Bar
LAY is the next president it will be
great thing for his friends, among
whom he has told me so many times
o include myself that have ended by
relieving him. It would be a great
hing for me-
1T would be sorry thing for the
I'm not so sure of that. He doesn't