The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1917-09-29

rnath OF storm. You have oeen uoi"s
battle"
You're right. And I've lost" an
swered the X c., and then sudden
idea struck him. Gould you take on the
fight"
lis 1t within my province"
III explain and then you can judge.
OF course, what am going to tell you
will be in st7ictcst confidence"
lie went into the matter In abundant
detail telling of the situation as he
knew it and his fruitless reasoninGs with
the Home Secretary.
"a fine man." commented DR.. Wych-
crley. Il have the warmcst admiration
for his work. A sta;esman-and England
has too few statesmen and leaders. Yes.
a man thoroughly worth saving from his
baser self"
Can YOU save him.
II can promise nothing. Tne problem
rs you set it before me is the most dif-
tcult l have ever had to solve"
Nothing seems to move him." con-
tinued Hatchard. Hes one OF your so
called strong men'-and he'll take adj
vice from no one. Unless he has con-
WINGED himself. it seems hopeless to try
to convince him"
There are no strong men'-merely =
popular fiction" answered DR.. Wycher-
ley with his gentle cynicism. Every
man has his weakness. open or hidden.
It Is a matter Of degree"
This weakness Is the unforSivable
one for a politician. Remember Parnell
and Kitty o'Shea,, and many lesser
man, tool The English public Is abom-
inably hypocritical over such affairs"
There I cannot agree with you. Men
to whom power and influence are en-
trusted are no longer private men. They
are placed on pedestal and are ex-
pected to live on high plane. 1t is
one Of the makeweights Of powcr-pen-
atty OF position
The public attitude Is utterly illoSi-
cal" argued the X. c. How can a mans
private character affect tho value Of his
public work."
illogical. perhaps; but then It is
sometimes extremely sensible to be IL
logical. That is life. You know it from
your practice at the Bar. =. Now when
can meet Kennton::"
He Is over there above the chalk cllff.
but asleep at the moment
Excellent! a man asleep Is man
unmasked- Let US go and study him."
They walked ocross the down. and for
long time DR.. Wycherley bent over the
sleeping man. reading into the lines Of.
his face and gathering Impressions Of
his thoughts that surged out vaguely
from his tumbled dreams.
At length the mental healer arose and
drew the barrister aside. II see one bare
possibility" he said. You told me
little while ago that unless he has con-
WINGED himself. it would seem hopeless
to try to convince him. I confirm that
view"
"well?"
I'VE must get him to convince him
self"
You have some plan?'
THE dawn of plan. You are both
staying, you told me. at The George
Inn at Medenham. This evening I will
arrive as a casual visitor. and you will
Introduce me not as mental practt-
TONER but merely as a man with sfe-
c.al gift OF inducing sleep. It Is vital
that he should not know who am
The George Inn" at Medenham is one
OF these delightful cid hostelries still to
be found in the small country towns and
some Of the villages OF rural England.
It lies powered In roses and clambering
wistaria and honeysuckle, under the
shadow Of great oak trees at the foot Of
Medenham Down. Near by runs the sill
yer Meden, hshed by the anglers who
come to stay at THE George
Both the Home Secretary and the bar
rister mad brought rods with them for
their weekend stay. and there was no
surprise at the arrival in the evening
Of a silver-haired old man with keen-cut
features and dark, grave eyes. No doubt
he was also an angler.
Hatchard recognized him as an &C.
quaintance and introduced him to the
Home Secretary, and In the starlight
they sat out in the porch and chatted
,leisurely Of things that mattered little.
But under all this casual conversation
too trivial to need recording-ran strange