white-hot passion for right and justice, all his scorn of
the base and the low.

"Head above heart, when head is right," he had often said. "But when
head is wrong, then heart above head." And he reached for hearts that
day.

Five minutes, and delegates and spectators were his captives. Fifteen
minutes, and he was riding a storm such as comes only when the
fountains of the human deeps are broken up. Thirty minutes and he was
riding it as its master, was guiding it where he willed.

In vain Larkin sought to rally delegates round the shamed but steadfast
nucleus of the bribed and the bossed. In vain his orator moved an
adjournment until "calmness and reason shall be restored." The answer
made him shrink and sink into his seat. For it was an awful, deafening
roll of the war-drums of that exalted passion which Scarborough had
roused.

The call of counties began. The third on the list--Bartholomew--was
the first to say what the people longed to hear. A giant farmer, fiery
and freckled, rose and in a voice like a blast from a bass horn
bellowed: "Bartholomew casts her solid vote for Hampden Scarborough!"

Pauline had thought she heard that multitude speak before. But she now
knew she had heard hardly more than its awakening whisper. For, with
the pronouncing of that name, the tempest really burst. She sprang to
her feet, obeying the imperious inward command which made every one in
that audience and most of the delegates leap up. And for ten long
minutes, for six hundred cyclonic seconds, the people poured out their
passionate adoration. At first Scarborough flung out his arms, and all
could see that he was shouting some sort of protest. But they would
not hear him now. He had told them WHAT to do. He must let them say
HOW to do it.

Pauline looked out at those flaming thousands with the maddest emotions
streaming like lightning from their faces. But she looked without
fear. They--she--all were beside themselves; but it was no frenzy for
blood or for the sordid things. It was the divine madness of the
soldier of the right, battling for THE CAUSE, in utter forgetfulness of
self and selfishness. "Beautiful! Beautiful!" she murmured, every
nerve tingling. "I never knew before how beautiful human beings are!"

Finally the roll-call could proceed. Long before it was ended the
necessary votes had been cast for Scarborough, and Larkin rose to move
that the nomination be made unanimous--Larkin, beaten down