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ACTION. The unknown drops the spotlight to the floor and we first see his legs crossing the rays of light on the floor. Then the spotlight rolls, revealing the body of an elderly man of the American millionaire type, lying crumpled against the table. Finally it rolls a little farther and stops, directing its rays into the fireplace. LOCATION. Remsen hallway, outside library.
Remsen Tappan turned his iron visage toward Colonel Mallett ignoring Geraldine's questions. "In the cultiwation of the indiwidool," he began again dauntlessly "Isn't there anybody to answer me?" asked Geraldine, turning from one to another. "Concerning the cultiwation " "Answer me!" she flashed back. There were tears in her voice, but her eyes blazed. "Miss Seagrave," interposed old Mr.
Outfield West was sprawled beside him with his caddie bag clutched to his breast, and the two boys were discussing the game. West had arrived upon the scene but a moment before. "We'll beat them by about a dozen points, I guess," Joel was prophesying. "They say the score was twenty to nothing last year, but Remsen declares the first isn't nearly as far advanced as it was this time last season.
But the truth is that he is unable to take his mind off himself long enough to be come sufficiently interested in another human being. There is no especial reason why he has thus far escaped the many snares that have been set for him because of his wealth and position. Who can account for the vagaries of chance? The Workingmen's League now controls the government of Remsen City.
The man who had made that analysis of politics an analysis which suddenly enlighted her as to what political power meant and how it was wielded everywhere 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.
David Hull, I despise you as much as you despise yourself." He did not follow as she walked away. He returned to the log, and slowly reseated himself. He was glad of the violent headache that made thought impossible. Remsen City, boss-ridden since the Civil War, had experienced many a turbulent election day and night.
But that stage had now passed in Remsen City as it had passed elsewhere, and the boss industry had taken a form far more difficult to combat. Kelly and House no longer especially cared whether Republican party or Democratic won.
After forty-eight hours of careful study of public opinion, Dick Kelly decided that Remsen City was taking the dose as he had anticipated. He felt emboldened to proceed to his final move in the campaign against "anarchy" in his beloved city.
Thus, in the natural order of things, Davy could safely assume that he would be the next mayor of Remsen City by a gratifyingly large majority. The last vote of the Workingmen's League had been made fifteen hundred. Though it should quadruple its strength at the coming election which was most improbable it would still be a badly beaten second. Politically, Davy was at ease.
The familiar tones came from the direction of the library, and turning he saw Stephen Remsen trotting toward him with no regard for the grass. Joel hurdled the knee-high wire barrier and strode to meet him. The two shook hands warmly, almost affectionately, in the manner of those who are glad to meet. "March, I'm delighted to see you again! I was just going to look you up.
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