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•Phyllis brushed off her tears, and
•lulled. You seemed to hare to do so
much smiling in this house!
-‘I know," she said. "I worry about
tils condition to much. But you see
—he’s—all 1 have.Good-night,
Wallis."
Once out of Allan’s room, she ran.
sat full speed till she gained her own
Aied, where she could cry in peace
will morning if she wanted to, with
no one to interrupt. That was all
wight. The trouble was going to lie
next morning.
But somehow, when morning came,
<he old routine was dragged through
with. Directions had to be given the
servants as usual, Allans
comfort and amusement seen to,
|ust as if nothing had happened. It
was a perfect day, golden and per
fumed, with Just that little tang of
fresh windiness that June days have
fn the northern states. And Allan
must not lose it—he must be wheeled
•at Into the garden.
She came out to him, in the place
where they usually sat, and sank for
• moment in the hammock, that
•fterncon. She had avoided him all
the morning.
I JUOl UttUlB BBC u CTCI jruuufl
«u all right," she said, leaning to
ward him in that childlike, earnest
My he knew so well. "1 don't need
to stay here If I worry you.”
"I’d rather you stay, if you don't
Wind," he answered. Phyllis looked
•t him intently. He was white and
dispirited, and his voice was list
ton. Oh, Phyllis thought, if Louise
Frey had only been kind enough to
die In babyhood. Instead of under
Allan’s automobile! What could
there have been about her to hold
Allan so long? She glanced at his
weary face again. This would never
dal What had come to be her dom
ftaant instinct, keeping Allan’s spirits
Mg, emboldened her to bend forward,
had even laugh a little.
“Come, Allan!” Bhe said. “Even
8 we’re not going to stay together
tfways, wo might as well be cheor
tw till we do part. We used to be
Food friends enough. Can't we be ao
• little longer?" It sounded heart
toss to her after she had said it, but
8 seemed the only way to speak,
the smiled at him bravely.
Allan looked at her mutely for a
Moment, as if she had hurt him.
“You’re right,” he said suddenly.
“There’s no time but. the present,
utter all. Come over here, closer to
me, Phyllis. You've been awfully
Food to me, child—isn’t there any
thin#—anything I could do for you—
something you could remember after
wards, and say, ‘Well, he did that
tor me, any way?”
Phyllis's eyes filled with tears.
•You have given me everything al
ready," she said, catching her breath
She didn't feel as if she could stand
much more of this.
“Everything!" he said bitterly. “
SJo, 1 haven't. I can’t give you what
every girl want*—a well, strong
man to be her husband—the health
and strength that any man In the
street has."
“Oh, don’t speak that way Allan!”
She bent over him sympathetic
ally, moved by his words. In another
moment the misunderstanding
might have been straightened out.
It It had not been for his reply.
"I wish I never had seen you at
all!" he said involuntarily. In her
sensitive state of mind the hurt was
all she felt—not the deeper mean
ing that lay behind Qie words.
“I’ll relieve you of my presence
for awhile," she flashed back. Before
she gave herself time to think, she
she had left the garden, with some
thing which might be called a floun
ce. “When people say things like
that to you,” she said as she walked
sway from him, “it’s carrying being
an invalid a little too far!”
Allan heard the side-door slam.
He had never suspected before that
Phyllis had a temper. And yet, what
could be have said? But she gave
him no opportunity to find out. In
just about the time It might take to
find gloves and a parasol, another
door clanged in the distance. The
street door. PhylllB had evidently
gone out.
Phyllis, on her swift way down
the street, grew angrier and angrier.
She tried to persuade herself to make
allowances for Allan, but they refus
cd to be made. She -felt more bitterly
toward him than she ever had toward
any one in her life. If she only hadn't
leaned over him and been sorry for
him, just before she got a slap In the
face like that!
She walked rapidly down the
main street Of the little village. She
hardly knew where she was going.
She had been called on by most of
the local people, but she did not feel
like being agreeable, or making
formal calif Just now. And what
/
was the use of making friends, any
way, when she was going back to her
rags, poor little Cinderella that she
was! Below and around .and above
everything else came the stinging
thought that she had given Allan so
much—that she had taken so much
for granted.
Herquick steps finally took her to
the outskirts of the village, to a little
green stretch of woods. There she
walked up and down for awhile, try
ing to think more quietly. She found
the tide of her anger ebbing sudden
ly, and her mind forming all sorts of
excuses for Allan. But that was not
the way to get quiet—thinking of
Allan. She tried to put him resolutely
from her mind, and think about her
own future plans. The first thing to
do, she decided, was to rub up her
library work a little.
It was with an unexpected feeling
of having returned to her own place
that she crossed the marble floor of
the village library. She felt as If she
ought to hurry down to the cloak
room, instead of waiting leisurely at
the desk for her card. It all seemed
uncannily like home—there was
even a girl inside the desk who
looked liko Anna Black of her own
Green way branch. Phyllis could
hear, with a faint amusement, that
the girl was scolding energetically
In Anna Black's own way. The
words struck on her quick ears,
though they were not Intended to
carry.
i uai o wuiu comes oi trusting to
volunteer help. Telephones at the
last moment ‘she has a headache.'
and not a single soul to look after the
story hour! And the children are al
most all here already.”
"Well Just have to send them
home,” said the other girl, looking
up from her trayful of cards. “It’s too
late to get anybody else, and good
ness knows we can’t get It In!”
“They ought to have another lib
rarian,” fretted the girl who looked
like Anna. “They could afford It well
enough, with their Soldier’s Monu
ments and all.”
Phyllis smiled to herself from
where she was Investigating the card
catalog. It all sounded so exceed
ingly natural. Then that swift in
stinct of hers to help caught her
over to the desk, and she heard her
self saying: _
“I’ve had some-experience in story
telling; maybe I could help you with
the story-hour. I couldn't help hear
ing that your story-teller has dis
appointed you.”
The girl like Anna fell on her with
rapture.
"Heaven must have sent you,”
she said.
The other one, evidently slower
and more cautious by nature, rose
too, and came toward her. “You have
a card here, haven't you?” she said.
"I think I’ve seen you.”
“Yes,” Phyllis said, with a pang
at speaking the name she had grown
to love bearing; "I’m Mrs. Harring
ton—Phyllis Harrington. We live at
the other end of the village.”
“Oh, in the house with the garden
all shut off from the lane!” said the
girl like Anna, delightedly. “That
lovely old house that used to belong
to the Jamesons. Oh, yes, I know.
You’re here for the summer, aren’t
you, and you’re husband has been
very ill?”
"Exactly,” said Phyllis, smiling,
though she wished people wouldn’t
talk about Allan! They seemed pos
sessed to mention him!
“We’ll be obliged forever if you’ll
do It,” said the other girl, evidently
the head librarian. “Can you do it
now? The children are waiting.”
“Certainly,” said Phyllis, and fol
lowed the younger girl straightway
to the basement, where, it seemed,
the story hour was held. She won
dered, as they went,Tf the girl envied
her expensively perishable summer
organdie, with its flying sashes and
costly accessories; if the girl thought
about her swinging Jeweleries and
endless leisure with a wish to have
them for herself. She had wanted
such things, she knew, when she
was being happy on $50 a month.
And perhaps some of the women
she had watched then had had
heartaches under their furs.
The children, already sitting In a
decorous ring on their low chairs,
seemed after the first surprise to
approve of Phyllis. The librarian
lingered for little by way of keeping
order if it should be necessary,
watched the competent sweep with
which Phyllis gathered the child
ren around her, with an air of as
h^r, heard the opening of the story
and left with an air of astonished
approval. Phyllis, late best story
teller of the Greenway Branch,
vachted her go wit^ a bit of pro
fessional triumph in he' heart.
She told thn children stories till
the cime was op, atm tnen "lust one
story more." She had not forgotten
how, she found. But she never told
them the story of “How the Elephant
Got His Trunk.” that foolish, fascina
ting story-hour classic that she had
told Allan the night his mother bad
died; the story that had sent him
to sleep quietly for the first time in
years.Oh, dear, was every
thing in the world connected with
Allan in some way or other?
It was nearly six when she went
up. engulfed in children, to the cir
culating room. There the night-lib
rarian caught her. She had evidently
been told to try to get Phyllis for
more story-hours, for she did her
best to make her promise. They
talked shop together for an hour
and a half. Then the growing twi
light reminded Phyllis that it was
time to go back. She had been shirk
ing going home, she realized now,
all the afternoon. She said goodbye
to the night librarian, and went on
down the village street, lagging un
consciously. it must have been about
eight by this time.
It. was a mile back to the house.
She could have taken the trolley
part of the way, but she felt restless
and like walking. She had forgotten
that walking at night through well
known, well lighted city streets, and
going in half-dusk through country
byways, were two different things.
She was destined to be reminded of
the difference.
“Can you help a poor man, lady?"
said a whlnning foiee behind her,
when she had a quarter of the way
yet to go. She turned to see a big
tramp, a terrifying brute with a half
propitiating, half-fierce look on his
heavy unshaven face. She was des
perately frightened. She had been
spoken to once or twice in the city,
but there there was always a police
man, or a house you could run Into
If you had to. But here, In the un
guarded dust of a country lane, It
it was a different matter. The long
gold chain that swung from below
her wafst, the big diamond on her
finger, the gold mesh purse—all the
jewelry she took such, achild like
delight in wearing—she remembered
them in terror,J3he was no brown
clad working-girl now, to slip along
disregarded. And the tramp did not
look like a deserving object.
"If you will come to the house to
morrow,” she said, hurrying on as
she spoke, "I’ll have some work for
you. The *rst house on this street
that you come to." She did not dare
give him anything, or {.end him a
way.
“Won’t you gimme somethin’ now,
lady?” whined the tramp, continuing
to follow. “I’m a starvin' man.”
She dared not open her purse and
appease him by giving him money—
she had too much with her. That
morning she had received the check
for her monthly income from Mr.
De Guenther, sent Wallis down to
cash It, and then stuffed It in her bag
and forgotten it In the stress of the
day. The man might take the money
and strike her senseless, even kill
her.
"To-morrow, she said, going rapid
' ly on. She had now what would a
mount to about three city blocks to
traverse still. There was a short way
from outside the garden-hedge
through to the garden, which cut off
about a half a block. If she could
gain this she would be safe.
“Naw, yeh don’t,” snarled the
tramp, as she fled on. “Ye’ll set that
bull-pup o’ yours on me. I been there
an’ come away again. You just gim
me some o’them rings an’ things
an’ we’ll call it square, me fine
lady!”
Phyllis's heart stood still at this
open menace, but she ran on still. A
sudden thought came to her. She
snatched her gilt sash-buckle—a
pretty thing but of small value—
from her waist, and hurled it far be
hind the tramp. In the half-light it
might have been her gold mesh-bag.
nor Allan saw that Which caught
the other in an embrace they never
knew. They stood locked together,
forgetting everythoing else, he in
tha idea of her peril, she In the won
der of hi*s standing.
“Oh, darling, darling!” Allan was
saying over and over again. “You
are safe—thank heaven you are
safe! Oh, PhyTITs, I could never for
give myself if you had been hurt!
Phylis speak to me!”
But Phyllis’s own safety did not
concern her now. She could only
think of one thing. “You can stand!
You can stand!” she reiterated.
Then a wonderful thought came to
her, striking across the others, as
she stood locked in this miracul
ously raised Allan's arms. She spoke
without knowing that she had said
it aloud. “Do you care, too?” she
said very low. Then the dominant
thought returned. “You must sit
down again,” she said hurriedly, to
cover her confusion, and what she
had said. “Please* Allan, sit down.
Please, deary—you’ll tire yourself*
Allan sank into his Chair again,
still holding her. She dropped on her
knees beside him, with her arms
around him. She had a little leisure
now to eb8erve that Wallis, the
evernresourceful, had t|ed the tr^unp
neatly with the outdoor man’s saa
ponders, which were nearer the
surface than his own, and succeeded
in prying off the still unappeased
Foxy, who evidently was wronged
at not having the tramp to finish.
They carried him off. into the back
kitchen garden. Allan now that ae
was certain of Phyllis's safety, paid
them not the least attention.
"Did you mean it?” he said pas
sionately. "Tell me, did you mean
what you said?”
Phyllis dropped her disheaveled
head on Allan's shoulder.
“I’m afraid—I’m going to cry, and
- and I know you don’t like it!” she
panted. Allan half drew, half guided
her up into his arms.
“Was it true?” he insisted, giving
her an impulsive little shaka. She
sat up on his knees, wide-eyed and
wet-cheeked like a child.
“But you knew that all along!”
she said. “That was why I felt so
humiliated. It was you that I thought
didn’t care—”
Allan laughed joyously. “Care!’?
he said. “I should think I did first,
last, and all the time! Why, Phyllis,
child, didn’t 1 behave like a brute be
cause I was jealous enough of John
Hewitt to throw him in the rijrer?
He was the first man you had seen
since you married me—-attractive,
and well, and clever, and all that—
it would have been natural enough
if you’d liked him.”
“Liked him!” said Phyllis in dis
dain. “When there was you? And I
thought—I thought it was the mem
ory of Louise Frey that made you
act that way. You didn’t want to
talk about her, and you said it was
all a mistake—”
“I was a brute,” said Allan again.
“It was the memory that I was about
as useful as a rag doll, and that the
world was full of live men with real
legs and arms, ready to fall In love
with you.
“There’s nobody but you In the
world,” whispered Phyllis.
"But you’re well now, or you will be
soon,” she added joyously. She
slipped awaj frojt jtlm. "Allan,
don’t you want to try and stand
again? If you did It then, you can
do It now." -■«
"Yes, by Jove, I do!” he said. But
this time the effort to rise was no
ticeable. Still, he could do it, with
Phyllis’s eager help.
“It must have been what Dr. Hew
itt called neurasthenic inhibition,”
said Phyllis, watching the miracle
of a standing Allan. "That was what
we were talking about by the door
that night, you foolish boy!
Oh, how tall you are! I never real
ized you were tall, lying down,
somehow!"
“I don’t have to bend very far to
kiss you, though,” suggested Allan,
suiting the action to the word.
(To be continued next week.)
Accursed 3-hour Day.
From the Manufacturers’ Record.
When the Industrial worker has been
told by the president of the United
States that he must work eight hours a
day or be paid on that basis a very large
wage. It will be very difficult for him to
change his opinion on the subject; and
yet he too must face the reality that In
limiting his hours and limiting his output
he is setting an example to the farmer
which will be followed as sure as night
follows day.
In the light of the present turmoil of
strikes, the increasing scarcity of labor
on the farms and in the factories, the
lessened production of food products,
of cotton, of wool and of manufactured
goods, with steadily rising prices, we
wonder If President Wilson does not
sometimes wish he had never made the
statement to the effect that society had
decided upon an 8-hour day.
The Manufacturers’ Record repeats
what It has been saying for many years:
It believes In high wages, high salaries
and a larger profit for the farmers than
they made prior to two years ago. It
fully recognizes which Is taking place,
but It does not believe that It Is pos
sible to produce the things which the
world must have on the eight-hour-a-day
plan. So far as we have been able to
study, no man working only eight hours
a day has ever made a great success. No
physician, no preacher, no teacher, no
farmer, no manufacturer, no man in
public life who has been able to achieve
much for himself or humanity ever did
so on eight hours of labor. Mr. Wilson
woifld never have been president if he
had worked only eight hours a day. and
he would never have made any stir in
the world if, after he had been elected
president, he had worked only eight
hours a day. Away forever with the
eight-hour-a-day curse upon humanity!
— A Short fJomja£<".
From tne Houston Chronicle.
"What did you marry him for?” '
•'His money.”
“What do you want a divorce for?" I
‘T’ve got it.”
These Days. (; 't*..
From Judge.
“What Is meant by the ’freedom of
the seas’?"
“Haven’t you ever heard about the
three-mile limit regulation?”
Progressing.
From the Kansas City Star.
“Do you play golf, Mr. Gloom?”
“No.” replied the cynic, “but I have
Anally got so that I can stand to see
other people play It without insulting
them.”
Why the Room?
From the Louisville Courier-Journal.
“Something good. I think It will
make a hit.”
“What Is It?"
“A garage with one living room at
tached.”
A Bargain Struck.
From the Rotarian.
A city man. visiting a small comJ—
town, boarded a stage with two dilapi
dated horses, and found that he had no
other currency than a 86 bill. This be
offered to the driver. The latter took
It, looked It over for a moment or so,
then sulked:
"Which horse Or wou want?" , -
LE MARS LADS WELD
FOR ROBBING STORE
Two Charged With Stealing
Silk Shirts and Ties
Worth $1,060.
LaMars, la.. June 4.—Silk shirt*
and nackties valued at $1,050 were
stolen from the Gearke & Drod'e
clothing store here early Wednesday
morning and George Hart and How
ard Kenner two LeMars youths, were
arrested today, charged with having
stolen the goods. Each furnished
bond for $1,500.
Following the robbery the youths
are said to have gone to the clothing
store and to have presented them
selves a* "amateur detective*." They
are Maid*to have told the store pro
prietors that they would like to be
"put on the case" and to have asked
that they be given $156 for their
"services" in the event they recovered
the goods.
With police, the two lads went to a
grain bin near the outskirts of the
city, where the goods were found.
Afterwards Hart and Renner are said
to have confessed they stole the
goods.
The store was entered after a win
dow had been broken and the shirts
and ties were carried away in trav
eling bags also taken from the store,
HOME RULE BILL
Additional Troops Bushing to
Ireland Include 2,000 to
Protect Coast Guard
Stations.
London, June 4.—Walter Long, on
behalf of the British government,
made an announcement in the house
of commons this afternoon which is
believed to mean the abandonment of
the present home rule bill, owing to
Sian Fein threats of creating an Irish
republic under its provisions.
In thg course of the Irish debate,
the first lord of the admiralty said
that if this was the intention of the
Jhogovernment j
would ^suspend action ’ oh the bill
and let parliament take whatever ac
tion It deemed “necessary.”
The Sinn Fein threat is that the
Irish republicans, by virtue of their
majority in the southern Irish parlia
ment which would be established un
der the home rule bill, would pass a
measure proclaiming Ireland to be a
republic.
Sir Hamar Greenwood, chief secre
tary for Ireland, was compelled to an
swer many questions on the turbulent
situation in Ireland. He said the gov
ernment was taking fresh measures
to protect the police stations from at
tacks by marauders.
Serious Situation in New Theater.
The Sinn Fein campaign against
Irish coast guard stations has pro
duced a serious situation in a new
theater, by endangering shops along
the coasts, and impeding navigation.
The government has cautioned ma
riners not to rely on the signals, as
they may be false signals flashed by
enemies with a view to wrecking the
ships. The additional troops rushing
to Ireland include 2,000 to protect the
coast guard stations.
KING GEORGE ENTITLED
TO FULL 55 CANDLES
London, June 4.—King George cele
brated his 55tli birthday today, and
in honor of the event artillery salutes
were fired in St. James Park, London,
the Broad Walk, Windsor, anu at all
naval and military depoLs. At the
military depots the garrisons were re
viewed.
Vast crowds gave King George a
tremendous reception as he rode to
the parade ground at the head of a
brilliant headquarter's staff. He was*
attended by Field Marshals Earl Haig,
the Duke of Connaught, Lord Gren
fell, Sir William Robertson and Sir
Henry Wilson, and most of the
famous leaders in the late war. Queen
Mary with Princess Mary took up a
position at the saluting base.
Tlie king addressed the troops,
complimenting them upon their ap
pearance and war records. At the '
conclusion of the review, the king
took his place at the head of the
troops and ltd them back to Bucking
ham Palace.
Tonight the king gave a state ban
quet in Buckingham Palace.
For the first time since the out
break of the war, and in compliment
to King George on the occasion of his
birthday, the German flag flew from
the staff at the embassy here today.
The flag was conspicuous to vas
sersby, particularly returned soldiers,
but ‘.* ~re was no demonstration re- i
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BOY AUTO DRIVER
DIES FROM INJURIES
Iowa Lad Fell Asleep at Wheel
and Car Went Into
Ditch.
Council Bluffs, Ia„ June 4.—While
driving home from Den: ion with Rus
sell Reader, William McKIm, 17. of
Deloit, fell asleep whilp at the wheel,
the car went into the ditch and Mc
Kim was so badly injured he died
in a hospital at Schleswig.
PACKSNGCCMPANf
TRIES TO REORGANIZE
Pes Moines, la.. Ju le 4 —Stock
holders of the Associated Packinp
Company, thrown into the hands of
receiver in a manner smiku?, tpr'ttiat
employed in the Midland Packing
Company case, met to'.ay ia an ef
fort to reorcranir.e. A lively row i»
said to have developed, and it is not
known what the outcor**e will he.
_ N
JOHNSON'S BOOM
DUE FOR SETBACK
SAT TJT SAGES”
He Now Occupies Center of
Arena, but It’s Predicted i
He’ll Weaken Before Con
vention Starts.
B ROBERT J. BENDER.
United News Staff Correspondent.
Chicago, June 4.—Republican can
didates and the national party leaders
are now bracing themselves to meet
the onslaught of Senator Johnson's
presidential* maneuvers.
After breaking in on the precon
vention doings Thursday with a band,
a parade, plenty of flags and copious .
noise, his actions and his words con
vinced everyone that about the Cal
ifornian is to center the leading con
flagrations from now on.
John.-on’s political bag,, into which
he plunged his hand before he had
been in the city an hour, is full of
interesting things. By way of a star
ter he already has drawn from it a
generous assortment of defies which
he has distributed all around. The
media of his initial presentations
were a crowd to which he spoke
after his arrival and a group of news
papermen with whom he talked im
mediately thereafter.
Johnson’s Statements Given.
For the delegates and national com
mittee upon whom will rest the re
sponsibility of drafting a platform, he
had the following:'
“I am here to see that the conven
tion does not pussyfoot nor skulk nor
hide on the issue of the League of
Natiens. I shall insist that the con
vention take a manly, courageous
stand in o^iiosition to the league as
it sow is proposed.”
For the so-called "party leaders”,
the senator had this:
"I am here to insist that this year
it be the purpose to elect as well
as select in the matter of a nominee.
In the past there has been too much
concern about selecting the nominee
and not enough concern as to the
possibility of his election.”
For the opposing candidates in the
fUdd, Johnson presented this^m;^: j"
_ ^ ITfiancial backing,
no widespre*ad organization, but I
have one thing that none of the others
in this contest lias and that is the
popular approval of the people of this
country. I polled 1,250,000 republican
votes in the primaries, far tnore than
my nearest opponent. I don’t assume
that the delegates will follow the ex
pression of their voters but if they
do, the result is not uncertain.”
“Raps” New York Papers.
And then, before closing his bag,
the senator dr forth one more par
cel, this one for “certain of the New
York press.” Some New York News
papers, he said, “like the New York
Times, the Tribune and others, have
decreed that there is no place in
the republican party for the common,
ordinary citizen. I challenge their
right to take this position, resent
their attitude and one of the things
I am here for is to see that it is -
not effected.”
Johnson’s arrival on the scene
today had the effect of putting all the
other candidates any many of the old
line leaders in an attitude of defense.
While the senator declared he “an
ticipated no turmoil,” the political
weather forecasters immediately
hoisted storm flags all over the place.
He catches both General Wood and
Governor Lowden at a time when
their respective candidacies are hav
ing a slump and it happens that the
slumps are largely due to the “politi
cal boodle” charges of Johnson and
his followers. Hence his coming finds
him in no friendly mood.
As for those party leaders, who are
chary about naming Johnson, they
predict he will create additional an
tagonism before the convention, suf
ficient to bear down on his boom af
ter a fr«v days.
Johnson's coming has switched the
picture once more.
First, t*5e strength of Wood was
such as to place him on the defensive
against the field—and his boom lost
momentum, temporarily at least.
With the falling of the Wood stock
the quotations on the Lowden chances
reached new heights, in fact, reached
a point where he found himself
agarinst the field and then it was
checked.
Now comes Johnson, and with his
leading opponents halted for the mo
ment. he finds himself with the field
against him. Therefore, say the
sages, his boom, in turn, will'present
ly feel the chilling blasts.
The big question now is whether
any of these leading booms can re
bound from their respective slumps.
The Wood followers are confident,
hut a general feeling among political
leaders that Wood can win is notably
lacking.
The Lowden's supporters still think
the governor’s position is still the*
strongest because ne t\as slumped at
a time which will permit of a come
back at the mos4. effrctive period in
the convention.
But Liwden has oofinitely lost a
number of votes already as a result
of the JJissouri money disclosures,
not so much because delegates are not
Gtill for Lowden. but rather because
some are afraid if they vote for the
governor there will be folks back
home that think they got something
for it. A dozen, if not more, originally
Lowden men. have decided, at least
for the moment, that they can’t re
main with him. #
Johnson and his followers believe
he wi;l carry on to a successful finish
because "the party leaders as well as
the Johnson boosters know Johnson
is a vote getter and can win in No
vember.”
Johnson emphasized this belief both
in his speech and in personal con
versation later.
Nevertheless, one hears more and
more talk among party leaders that
the situation appears to favor sweep
ing off the existing slate and inject
ing some rand date whose pre-con
vention fight has not brought ani
mosities or political mud.
