itting next Kennedy, and though
he sat quietly, a sad look came into the face usually so expressionless.
He felt wronged. He felt that he had been an instrument in the deceiving
of others. Most of all he grieved to think that a delegate of his ward,
largely through his own interference, was acting discreditably. Peter
wanted others to do right, and he felt that that was not what Kennedy
was doing.

The moment Kennedy finished, Peter rose, as did Maguire. The convention
was cheering for Porter, and it took some time to quiet it to a
condition when it was worth while recognizing any one. During this time
the chairman leaned forward and talked with Green, who sat right below
him, for a moment. Green in turn spoke to Costell, and a little slip of
paper was presently handed up to the chairman, who from that moment
became absolutely oblivious of the fact that Maguire was on his feet.
When silence finally came, in spite of Maguire's, "Mr. Chairman," that
individual said, "Mr. Stirling."

Peter began in a low voice, "In rising, Mr. Chairman, to second the
nomination of Mr. Porter, I feel that it would be idle in me to praise
one so well known to all of us, even if he had not just been the subject
of so appreciative a speech from my colleague--"

Here cries of "louder" interrupted Peter, during which interruption
Green said to Costell, "We've been tricked."

"I'm not so sure," replied Costell, "Maguire's on his feet yet, and
doesn't look happy. Something's happening which has not been slated."

When Peter resumed, there were no more cries of "louder." His
introduction had been a matter of trouble and doubt to him, for he liked
Porter, and feared he might not show it. But now he merely had something
to tell his audience, and that was easy work. So, his voice ringing very
clear and distinct, he told them of the original election of the
delegates; of the feeling of his ward; of the attempts to obtain a city
nomination of Porter; of Maguire's promise. "Gad, he hits from the
shoulder," said Green. As soon as the trend of his remarks was realized,
Porter's supporters began to hiss and hoot. Peter at once stopped, but
the moment silence came he began again, and after a repetition of this a
few times, they saw they could neither embarrass nor anger him, so they
let him have his say. He brought his speech to an end by saying:

"I have already expressed my admiration of Mr. Porter, and as soon as I
had made up my mind to vote for hi