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Updated: June 25, 2025
Paul addressed his last meeting on the eve of the poll. By a supreme effort he regained some of his former fire and eloquence. He drove home exhausted, and going straight to bed slept like a dog till morning. The servant who woke him brought a newspaper to the bedside. "Something to interest you, sir." Paul looked at the headline indicated by the man. "Hickney Heath Election.
Lieutenant Hickney, assistant commissioner of the Freedmen's Bureau, at Shreveport, Louisiana, in a report addressed to Assistant Commissioner Conway, says: "The life of a northern man who is true to his country and the spirit and genius of its institutions, and frankly enunciates his principles, is not secure where there is not a military force to protect him."
And go through the streets of Hickney Heath with it, and say if you like: 'I knew him when' he was a nipper that high. And if you like to be mysterious and romantic you can say: 'I, Barney Bill, gave him his first chance, as you did, my dear old friend, and Paul's not the man to forget it. Oh, Barney, it's too wonderful" his heart went out to the old man.
He had found time to call once at the house in Hickney Heath since his return to town, and then he had seen Jane and Silas Finn together and they had talked, as far as he could remember, of the Disestablishment of the Anglican Church and the elevating influence of landscape painting on the human soul. Why had they come?
Only at election times does it occur to him that he is one of a special brotherhood, isolated from the rest of London; and even then he regards the constituency as a convention defining geographical limits for the momentary range of his political passions. So that the day when an electric thrill ran through the whole of Hickney Heath was a rare one in its uninspiring annals.
Under the Progressive's sad-coloured cloak he need not wear the red tie of the socialist. Apparently Mr. Questerhayes objected to the sad-coloured cloak, the mantle of Elijah, M. P., the late member for Hickney Heath. "Wanted: an Elisha," seemed to be the cry of the Radical Committee.
"If I get in I will tell you something that will knock you flat. It will be the realization of all the silly rubbish I talked in the old brickfield at Bludston. But, dear old friend, it was you and the open road that first set me on the patriotic lay, and there's not a voter in Hickney Heath who can vote as you can for his own private and particular trained candidate."
I have sought absolution for a moment of mad anger under awful provocation in unremitting prayer and in trying to save the souls and raise the fortunes of my fellow-men. Is that all you have against me?" "That's all," said the man. "It is for you, electors of Hickney Heath, to judge me."
So, in his thirtieth year, Paul was nominated as Unionist candidate for the Borough of Hickney Heath, and he saw himself on the actual threshold of the great things to which he was born. He wrote a little note to Jane telling her the news. He also wrote to Barney Bill: "You dear old Tory did you ever dream that ragamuffin little Paul was going to represent you in Parliament?
Finn called to inform me that he has been adopted as the Liberal candidate for Hickney Heath." "My felicitations," said the Princess. Silas bowed to her gravely and addressed Colonel Winwood. "We have been, sir Mr. Savelli and I for some time on terms of personal friendship in the constituency." "I see, I see," replied the Colonel, though he was somewhat puzzled.
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