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What d'ye stand there pickin' straws fer? What's the matter with ye?" he demanded, angrily, his violence tenfold increased by the long repression he had put upon himself during the brewer's deliberate utterances. "If Louie Farbach and his crowd says they're fer ye, I guess ye've got a chanst, haven't ye?" "Wait," said Joe. "I think you underestimate Pike's influence "

"Pshaw!" he interrupted; but his friend stopped him with a hand laid on his arm. "Don't be treatin' it as clean out of all possibility, Joe Louden. If ye do, it shows ye haven't sense to know that nobody can say what way the wind's blowin' week after next. All the boys want ye; Louie Farbach wants ye, and Louie has a big say. Who is it that doesn't want ye?" "Canaan," said Joe. "Hold up!

Farbach; so that Joe was given to perceive that it had been agreed that the brewer should be the spokesman. Mr. Farbach was deliberate, that was all, which added to the effect of what he finally did say. "Choe," he remarked, placidly, "you are der next Mayor off Canaan." "Why do you say that?" asked the young man, sharply.

"Happy Fear I hef knowt for a goot many years. He iss a goot frient of mine." "What?" "Choe Louten iss a bedder one," continued Mr. Farbach, turning again to stare at his chickens. "Git owit." "What?" "Git owit," repeated the other, without passion, without anger, without any expression whatsoever. "Git owit." The reporter's prejudice against the German nation dated from that moment.

If I own der Mayor, I make der same against dot oder brewery. Now I am pooty sick off dot ways off bitsness und fighting all times. Also," Mr. Farbach added, with magnificent calmness, "my trade iss larchly owitside off Canaan, und it iss bedder dot here der laws shoult be enforced der same fer all. Litsen, Choe; all us here beliefs der same way. You are square.

Sheehan, leading half a dozen huge men from the Farbach brewery, unceremoniously shouldered a way through the mob to Joe's side, reaching him where the press was thickest, it is a question if the services of his detachment were needed. The laughter increased. It became voluminous. Homeric salvos shook the air.

Farbach and his lieutenants smiled, yet stared, amazed, wondering what had happened. That was a thing which only three people even certainly knew; yet it was very simple. The Tocsin was part of the Judge's restitution.

He rose to his feet, standing straight and quiet, facing the table, upon which, it chanced, there lay a copy of the Tocsin. "Und yet," observed Mr. Farbach, with mildness, "we got some pooty risbecdable men right here." "Except me," broke in Mr. Sheehan, grimly, "you have." "Have you thought of this?" Joe leaned forward and touched the paper upon the table. "We hef," replied Mr. Farbach.

"But the other people," Joe objected, "those outside of what is called the saloon element do you understand how many of them will be against me?" "It iss der tsaloon element," Mr. Farbach returned, peacefully, "dot does der fightin'." "And you have considered my standing with that part of Canaan which considers itself the most respectable section?"

The Tocsin did not print the interview it obtained from Louie Farbach the same Louie Farbach who long ago had owned a beer-saloon with a little room behind the bar, where a shabby boy sometimes played dominoes and "seven-up" with loafers: not quite the same Louie Farbach, however, in outward circumstance: for he was now the brewer of Farbach Beer and making Canaan famous.