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Show I TT" - ll THE BINGHAM NEWS. BINGHAM, UTAH ByNBOOTH TARKINGTONB JPiTvatooT ' ay tMjirf ar no, """"':33j er was for anything nor fer anybody! in his life. I had a talk with the old! mutton-hea- d the other day; he said cur' candidate ought to be a farmer, a 'man of the common people, and when I asked him where he'd find anybody more o nmn of the common people' than Beasley, he Bald Beasley wn 'too much of a society man to suit him I Tho Idea of Dave as a 'society man was too much for me, and" I laughed, in Sim Peck's face, but that didn't stop Sim Peck ! 'Jest look at the style he lives in,' he yelped. 'Ain't he fairly lapped In luxury? Look at that big house he lives In I Look at the way he1 goes around In that big car of his and a nigger to drive him, half the tlmel I had to holler again, and, of course, that made Sam twice as mad as he started out to be; a ad he went oft swearing he'd show me, before the campaign was over. The only trouble he and Grist and that crowd could give us would be by finding out something against Dave, and they can't do that .because there isn't anything to find out" I shared his confidence on this lat-ter score, but was somewhat less san-guine on some others. There were only two newspapers of any political In-fluence in Walnwrlght, the Despatch and the Journal, both operated In the Interest of Beasley's party, and neither had "come out" for him. The. gossip I heard about our office led mo to think that each was waiting to see what headway Sim Peck and his fac-tion would make; the Journal espe-cially, I knew, had some Inclination to coquette with Peck, Grist, and Com-rmn- v. Altogether, their faction was VI. Autumn trailed the last leaves be-hind her flying brown robes one night ; we woke to a skurry of snow next morning; and It was winter. Down town, along the sidewalks, the mer-chants set lines of poles, eovered them with evergreen, and ran stream-ers of green overhead to encourage the festal shopping. Salvation Army San-ta Clauses stamped their feet and rang bells on the corners, and pink-face- d children fixed their noses Immovably to display-window- s. For them, the season of seasons, the time of times, was at hand. To a certain new reporter on the Despatch the stir and gayety of the streets meant little more than that the clays had come when it was night in the afternoon, and that he was given fewer political assignments. This was annoying, because Beasley's candidacy for the governorship had given me a personal Interest In the political situa-tion. The nominating convention of his parly would meet in the spring; the nomination was certain to carry the election also, and thus far Eensley showed more strength than any other man In the field. "Things are looking his way," said Dowden. "He's always worked hard for the party ; not on the stump, of course," he laughed; "but the boys understand there are more Important things than speechmaklng. Ills record In Congress gave him the confidence of everybody In the state, and, besides that, people always trust a quiet man. I tell you if nothing happens he'll get It" " "I'm fer Beasley," another politician explained. In an interview, "because he's Dave Beasley i Yes, sir, I'm fer him. You know the beys say if a man Is only for you, in this state, there I t i ... V Continued. Beasley had just opened the front door, returning at noon from his of-fice, when Hamilton Swift, Junior's, voice eame piping from the library, where he was reclining' in his wagon by the window. "Ceusln David Beasley I Cousin Da-vid, come he cried. "Come f The Hunchhergs are here !" Of course Cousin David Beasley came and was Immediately Introduced te the whole Hunchberg family, a ceremony which old Bob, who was with the boy, had previously undergone with courtly grace. "They like Bob," explained Hamil-ton. "Don't you, Mr. Hunchberg? Yes. be says they do extremely 1" (He used such words as "extremely" often ; In-deed, as Dowden said, he talked "like a child In a book," which was due, I dare say, to his English mother.) "And I'm sure," the boy went on, "that ill the family will admire Cousin David. Yes, Mr. Hunchberg says, he thinks they will." nd then (cs Bob told me) he wont cliiiost out of his head with joy when Hem-le- offered Mr. Hunchberg n clgni and struck a match for him to light it. "But whnr," exclaimed the old darky, "whar In de name o' de good Gawd do de chile get dem names? lilt Ink to skeer me!" That was a subject often debated between Dowden and me: there wa nothing In Walnwrlght that could have suggested them, and It did not seem I' probable he could have remembered them from over tho water. In my opin-- j ion they were the Inventions of that , busy and lonely little brain. ' I met the Hunchberg family, myself, the day after their arrival, and Bens-le-by that time, had become so well acquainted with them that he could w remember all their names, and helped In the Introduction. There was. Mr. Hunchberg evidently the child's fa-vorite, for he was described as thf possessor of every engaging virtue and there was that lively matron, Mrs. Hunchberg; there were the Hunchberg yonng gentlemen, Tom, Noble and Grandee; and the young ladles. Miss not entirely to be despised. Thus, my thoughts were a great deal more occupied with Beasley's chances than with the holiday spirit that now, with furs and bells and wreathing mists of snow, breathed good cheer over the town. So tittle, indeed, had this spirit touched me, that, one eve- -, nlng when one of my colleagues, standing before the grate-fir- e In tho reporter's room, yawned and said he'd be glad when tomorrow was over, I asked him what was the particular trouble with tomorrow. "Christmas," he explained, lan-guidly. "Always so tedious. Like Sunday." "It makes me homesick," said an-other, a melancholy little man who wus forever bragging of his native Duluth. "Christmas," I repeated "tomor-row!" It was Christmas eve, and I had not known it I I leaned back in my cliair in a sudden loneliness, what pictures coining before me of long-ag-o Christ-mas eves at home! old Christmas eves when there was a Tree. . . . My name was called; the night city editor had an assignment for me. "Go up to Sim Peck's, on Madison street," he snld. "He thinks he's got some-thing on David Beasley, but won't say any more over tho telephone. See what there is In It." I picked up my hat and coat, and left the ollce at a speed which must have given my superior the highest conception of my journnllsJc zeal. At a, telephone station on the next corner I called up Mrs. Apperthwalte's house and asked for Mr. Dowden. "What are you doing?" I demanded, when his voice responded. "Playing bridge," he answered. "Are you going out anywhere?" "No. What's the trouble?" "I'll tell you later. I may want to see you tonight before I go back to the office." "All right I'll be at home all the evening." I hung up tbe receiver and made off on my errand. Down town the streets were crowd-ed with the package-lade- n people, bending heads and shoulders to the bitter wind, which swept a blinding, slect-llk- e snow horizontally against them. At corners it struck so tumul- - tuous a blow upon the chest of the pe-destrians that for a moment It would halt them, and you could hear there gasping d "Ahs" like bathers in a heavy surf. Yet there was a gayety In this eager gale; the crowds pressed anxiously, yet hap-pily, up and down the street in their gonerous search for things to give away. It was not the rich who strug-gled through the stortu tonight ; these were people who carried their own bundles home. You saw them: tollers and savers, tired mothers and fathers, worn with the grinding thrift of all the year, but nor for this one ntght careless of how hard-save- d the money, reckless of everything but the Joy of giving it to bring the children Joy on the one great tomorrow. So they bent their heads to tbe freezing wind, their arms laden with daring bundles and their hearts uplifted with the tremul-ous happiness of giving more than they could afford. Meanwhile, Mr. Slmeou Teck, honest man, had chosen this season to work harm if he might to the gentlest of his fellow-me- n. I found Mr. I'eck waiting 'for me at his house. There were four other men with him, one of whom I recog-nized as Orlat, a squat young man with slippery-lookin- g black hair an4 a lambrequin mustache. They wero donning their coats and hats In tha hall when I arrived. (TO B8 cormift'BD.) Queen, Miss Marble and Miss Molanna all exceedingly gay and pretty. There was also Colonel Hunchberg, an uncle; finally there was Aunt Cooley Hunchberg, a somewhat decrepit but very amiable old lady. Mr. Corley Linbridge happened to be calling at the Bame time ; and, as it appeared to be Beasley's duty to keep the conver-sation going and constantly to Include all of the party Kn Its general flow. It struck roe that he had truly (as Dow-de- n said) "enough to keep him busy." The Hunchbergs had lately moved to Walnwrlght from Constantinople, 1 learned; they had decided not to live In town, however, having purchased a . v.- - fine farm ont in the country, and. on account of the distance, were able to cnJI at Beaeley's only about eight times a day, and seldom more than twice in the evening. Whenever a mystic telephone announced that they were on the way, the child would have himself wheeled to a window; and when they came In sight he would cry out In wild delight, while Beasley has-tened to open the front door and ad-mit them. They were so real to the child, and . Beasley treated them with such con-sistent seriousness, that between the two of them I sometimes began to fee! that there actually were such people, and to have moments of half-surpris- e J that I couldn't see them; particularly as each of the Hunchbergs developed a character entirely his own to the last pl'or,ty. BUch 08 nKPd Aunt Cooley Hunchbcrg's deafness, on which account Beasley never forgot to raise his voice when he addressed her. Indeed, the details of actuality In all this appeared to bring as great a de-light to the man as to the child. Cer-tainly he built them up with Infinite care. On one occasion when Mr. Hunchberg and 1 happened to he call-ing. Hamilton remarked with surprise that Slmpledorla had come Into the room without licking his hand as he and had under the - nsnollj did, -- crept table. Mr. Hunchberg volnnteered the Information (through Beasley) thai opon his approach to the house he had seen Slmpledorla chasing a cat. It was then debated whether chastise-ment was In order, but finully decided that Slmpledorla's surreptitious man-ner of entrance and his hiding under the table were stiflloient Indication (hat he well understood his baseness and would never let It happen nenln. And ro, Benxley having coaxed him out from umler the tnM. the offender "nt up." begged, nnd wus funriven. I omiht almost fr! the splendid (dmw head tir.;ler tur hsnd when. In fun. I raited H'lU'ileilorlu to kIiow that th'' wns unanimous. ! Ths Head and Front (and Backbone, Too), of the Opposition to Beasley Was a Close-Flatf- Hard-Knuckle-il Sort of Man, One Named Simoon rack. Isn't much In it and he may go back on It; but'lf he's fer you, he means It. Well. Tm fer Beasley 1" There were other candidates, of course; none of them formidable; but I was surprised to learn of the exist-ence of a small but energetic faction opposing our friend In Walnwrlght, his own town. ("What are you surprised about?" inquired Dowden. "Don't you know what our folks are like, yet? If St. Paul lived In Walnwrlfiht, do you suppose he could run for con-stable without some of his near neigh-bors getting out to try and) down blm?") The head and front (and backbone, too) of the opposition to Beasley was a close-fiste- hard knuckled, sort of man. one named Slmpon Peck. He po-.se- no In-- : considerable Influence, I heard; was a hard worker, nnd vigorously seconded by an energetic lieutenant, a young niim nnmed Crist These, and others they had been able to draw to their faction, were bitterly find eagerly op-posed to Beasley's nomination, and worked without ceftslnc to prevent It. I quote the Invaluable Mr. Dowden again: "Crlsl's ou'.-ii'- t lis lerHtise t. r.nd n qimn-e- l writ n clerk In IleiixW's l!e, !!ir wnnte.l Bensley 0 d!t-- ( ImiVT him, find Bonsley wouldn't Sim Peck's fieri lust us out of j'ist iih'ln wronshcndetliiess, and ticcuune he n-- v- THE SOB SISTERS I 1 By GRACE CANFIELO jj by McCluro Newspaper Syudlcats.) There fell a sudden silence in the next room, and Mr. Carver, who had with difficulty kept himself awake, thus far in anticipation of Just such a silence, looked up suspiciously, lie rustled the evening paper nervously as be put It down ; the old morris chair groaned loudly as he quitted its cav-ernous depths. Half wuy to the door of his daugh-ter's room, Mr. Carver paused, for the silence was suddenly broken by a dis-turbing sound, a deep, recking sob. It was followed by another, and many more, and the unhappy father, himself groaning this time, sank back into the morris chair, mopping his brow with something akin to desperation. For two years noW he had been en-gaged In the task of bringing up Molly, and during that period be had found life rather difficult, a succession of problems which called for Immediate attention. But no previous clush of anus between father and daughter had been at all comparable with this ona - A week ago Molly bad announced her engagement to Richard Field. Her father had at once advanced strenu-ous objections to the young man, and war was on. Molly's attitude had been one of open defiance, which had been unaffected by any of . the measures which her father chose to employ. He had overlooked the fuct that Twentieth century daughters are not to be governed by Eighteenth century methods. It did not suffice In these days to put one's foot down. Molly had remained unmoved by threats and promises. And yet Mr. Carver admit-ted to himself sheepishly that perhaps it had been a bit unnecessary to shut her up in her room on a diet of bread and water! But Richard Field! The shadow in the room deepened, and the tortured father forgot for a moment even those terrible sobs as he tried vainly to fight off the specter which peered at him from the dim, ghostly corners. It was another Richard Field that he saw cider and grayer and sadder. "But, dad," he could hear his daugh-ter's voice again pleading, "what if Dick is poor? He won't be very long." He heard his own impatient answer. "Poor I Who mentioned poverty? I tell you, I knew his father, and I would rather see you in your grave than married to his son!" He looked up suddenly from his rev-erie. Tbe specter In the shadows was holding Its sides with silent laughter. "Of course you would," It sputtered. "Who would want his conscience for a .Mr. Carver started an-grily. A hard, dry sob from the next loom made him wince. The specter laughed aguln. and went on: "Poor old Dick Field," It said. "He was a rich man till you met him. Skinned him clean, you did. Every cent. Committed suicide, poor fellow. What else could he do?" "That's a lie," cried Mr. Carver, leaping to his feet. "Is It?" mocked the ghostly voice. "Then let your daughter marry bis ion." "I can't," groaned the man. Then, as the horrid weeping broke forth In the next room with renewed vigor, be bowed his face In his hands. "I will," he cried. "She can marry anyone she likes. If she will only stop that I never heard her cry like that before. I tell you she can!" He leaped to bis feet and sprang toward the door. "It's too late," said the specter voice. With an angry muttering jur. Carver kprnng to turn the electric light switch, hut paused In the act. His step sound-ed harshly In the sudden silence, for the sobbing in the next room had ab-ruptly ceased. He stood as If transf-ixed, gazing at the closed door. What cauld be happening there? "Poor little kid." he muttered to him-self. "I've been a Brute." He heard a whirring, buzzing sound, then a crash, as of broken, fragile stuff. Then silence again complete. It was unendurable. The shaken father strode to the door, his resolu-tions cast to the four winds. Turning the key In the lock, he threw wide the door. The room was empty. Did he imagine it, or wus there a hollow, satirical laugh behind htmt "Gone 1" For a moment he felt only an overpowering senne of loss. Then he rushed to the ojen window. There was no sign of Molly except a few tell-tale scratches on the window sill. But the sobs? Had he not Just heard ter-rible, heart-breaklif- g cries which had broken down his resistance as nothing else hnd done? Dully he glanced about the room once more. From the table near the window came a dull whirring note, as a pho-nograph whirled to a lazy, In con-sequential stop. Mr. Carver's gaze be-came fixed. Not her own voice? Could those wretched cries, which haunted him still, have been merely mechanical? A broken record on the floor answered him. As he bent closer to read its title the low chuckle again sounded behind him. It was "The Sob Sisters." Mr. Carver laughed laughed as one who Is determlnwi to be game to the ' end, whatever It costs. j' "Well. Dick." he addressed the black fhndnw In the far corner of the room. j "I guess you've paid your score at I last." ......W-- '; ' They Do a Hundred Calories in About 9f EAT a box of little raisins wheal feel hungry, lazy, tired or faint. 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His Bookkeeper "Very little else." Just Think of It "I've beard she walks In her sleep." "Fancy and they with two automo-biles." Art is long and time Is fleeting nrtlxts' time Is as valueless r. their art. Mwt women are as modest hk styles will permit. i Puttln' One Over on 'Em. A country man and his wlfo, who had just come to the city, went Into a restaurant. They sut down at the nearest table and had been waiting for quite a while, when the manager came over nnd s:i!d, "Pardon me, but this Is a self se lug cafeteria. You'll have to serve yourself." Her hushand, m ut-tering to himself, nrouo hikI served llio alile, nnd wlen the itn"l uas aM:nt niils'lieil. he to "Mary, I'll d'li r. j v. -it .e:'- - l.i'Vi f15: out with ';'ai.' " ' itSlies." A I J!t!l: .' i - Quite Uncle "Now. Bo!hy, ,voi don't ive;;r, dr you?" Bobby "No, undo. I don't swear, but I know all thf j wordM." j |