rywhere
on earth as well as in Remsen City--the man was no mere dreamer and
theorist. He had seen the point no less clearly than had Victor Dorn.
But what concerned her, what set her to fluttering, was that he was
about to checkmate Victor Dorn. What should she say and do to help
Victor?

She must get her father away. She took him gently by the arm, kissed
the top of his head. "Come on, father," she cried. "I'll let Davy work
his excitement off on me. You must take care of your health."

But Hastings resisted. "Wait a minute, Jenny," said he. "I must
think."

"You can think lying down," insisted his daughter Davy was about to
interpose again, but she frowned him into silence.

"There's something in what Davy says," persisted her father. "If that
there Victor Dorn should carry the election, there'd be no living in
the same town with him. It'd put him away up out of reach."

Jane abruptly released her father's arm. She had not thought of
that--of how much more difficult Victor would be if he won now. She
wanted him to win ultimately--yes, she was sure she did. But--now?
Wouldn't that put him beyond her reach--beyond need of her?

She said: "Please come, father!" But it was perfunctory loyalty to
Victor. Her father settled back; Davy Hull began afresh, pressing home
his point, making his contention so clear that even Martin Hastings'
prejudice could not blind him to the truth. And Jane sat on the arm of
a big veranda chair and listened and made no further effort to
interfere.

"I don't agree with you, Hull," said the old man at last. "Victor
Dorn's run up agin the law at last, and he ought to get the
consequences good and hard. But----"

"Mr. Hastings," interrupted Davy eagerly--too fond of talking to
realize that the old man was agreeing with him, "Your daughter saw----"

"Fiddle-fiddle," cried the old man. "Don't bring sentimental women
into this, Davy. As I was saying, Victor ought to be punished for the
way he's been stirring up idle, lazy, ignorant people against the men
that runs the community and gives 'em jobs and food for their children.
But maybe it ain't wise to give him his deserts--just now. Anyhow,
while you've been talking away like a sewing machine I've been
thinking. I don't see as how it can do any serious HARM to stop them
there indictments."

"That's it, Mr. Hastings," cried Hull. "Even if I do exaggerate, as
you seem to think, still where's the harm in doing it?"

"It