Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1922-01-13
A Feminine
Victory
by FREDERICK HART.

What do you think of your .
chauces: |
"Well, Mr.. Cutler, | hardly know.
If can carry the Ninth I'll be all
right"
Charlie, that's Il big contract
The man addressed as Charlie looked
gloomily at the fire. He was young
man who would, ut first glance. be
passed as rather ordinary and unas-
Stunning; but there was something
about his manner that compelled a
second glance and that second glance
showed that his quiet manner really
indicated repressed power. His clean
cut mouth and chin belonged to no
weak character. His companion was
u man many years his senior; a fine
looking man of fifty, with white
mustache and imperial.
Charlie" continued Mr.. Cutler
thoughtfully, I've set my heart on
having you elected district attorney.
It's post that needs just such man
as you are to fill IT. but the people
aren't awake. Elections only two |
weeks off. and they still cling to their
old traditions. Particularly in the
Ninth. 1t looks bad
Charles Livingston nodded gloomily.
His whole ambition centered around
his election to the coveted post which
he sought; and not only his ambition
but his hearts desire was involved.
For Phyllis Cutler, the daughter of the
man who was now speaking in tones
of encouragement, filled his heart as
his political ambition did his mind. He
loved her. and was aware that she
returned the sentiment; but there was
no use speaking to her stern father
unless he could point to a strong posi-
ton honorably won. He must win that
election! And yet without the all-im-
portant Ninth ward-the social center
Of the city-he was helpless.
And he had no social position. He
had come from the country five years
before and by superhuman struggles
had made success Of law; in his
practice he had become acquainted
with Col. Hubert Cutler, and through
him hat met Phyllis-met her and lost
his heart to her, all on the same eve
ming. And now he was candidate for
district attorney in opposition to the
| machine! 1t was an honor; but what
4 disgrace If he lostl And he needed
\ the Ninth to win. Colonel Cutler hac
i already confessed his inability to swing
i that deciding ward
Il The two men sat in silence. Their
4 Livingston rose and babe the colone
4 goodnight. AS he was passing out
i through the entrance hall he heard a
4 light step behind him and voice that
i he knew and loved called softly:
"Charlie"
"Yes, Phyl?' He allowed some OF
1. his encouragement to creep into his
voice.
"Charlie, l heard all that you and
:, daddy said. Is it so important to carry
. the Ninth ward?"
Its vital, dear, and If it isn't done
J.. won't be elected, and can't ask YOU
;. father for the thing l want so much
@ The girl in the dim hallway KISSED
+ him. Don't be discouraged, dear. i
+. daddy won't have you unless you're
= district attorney, why We'll just have
!, to make you district attorney, that.
+, ALL"
), But, Phyl !'-he smiled, In spite o
4 his Encouragement, at her inpulsive
J.. Ninth. The machine has prevente,
your father-the only one l know IL
that ward-from using his influence
He's helpless, and so am |. l mus
y make the best fight that l know how
that's all anyone can do"
a "Charlle, dear, don't be discouraged
It'll all come right-just you wait !
And With these words and Il parting
kiss she was gone.
n But as election time approached
4 Charles Livingston was forced TO con
Is fess To himself that all was coming ia
@ from right. His standing and person
IN atty assured him an even brea1
Al throughout the city except In the fata
70 Ninth ward. There there would be jus
p enough against him to swing the elet
+ ton to his opponent. He went throug
o, the work preceding the momentous ia
X mechanically, and when election da
itself came round he set himself I
watch the returns with stoical resii
nation.
He was In his office ut that nigh
Id having eaten nothing since breakfas
His faithful secretary and few frient
were with him. Most of the return
were In. and the results showed VIII,
H. everybody knew-that the Ninth woul
10. swing the balance one way or I'll
Mt other His secretary turned to answ,
he the telephone.
To Here comes the Ninth, chiefr |
g. cried in shaking voice.
do And here goes our chance" repit
ds Livingston. But even as the wor,
AZ. were on his lips, the secretary uttert
u cry of triumph. "Chiefl Chief
No Twenty Ducks.
nd Mlnot, \. D.-Attorney f.. II. Sin