this thing must be looked at from another standpoint. The
power of redress is with the voter. If the voter is a boodler, he will
countenance boodling. Here is the mission of our party," he said, with
the zeal of an old-fashioned Democrat, "to come in here and educate the
common man to be an honest man. We have got a duty to perform. Now, we
mustn't talk of resigning or going out of politics. We've got to stay
right in the lump, and help leaven it. It will only make things worse
if we leave it." The Judge had grown into the habit of speaking of
Bradley as if he were a partner.

Bradley, going about with him on the street, suddenly discovered that
the Judge's hat was just a shade too wide in the brim, and his coat a
little bit frayed around the button-holes. He had never noticed before
that the Judge was a little old-fashioned in his manners. No thought of
being ashamed of him came into his mind, but it gave him a curious
sensation when they entered a car together for the first time, and he
discovered that the Judge was a type.

When Bradley made his great speech on the railroad question, arraigning
monopoly, the Judge had a special arrangement with a stenographer. He
was going to have that speech in pamphlet form to distribute, if it
took a leg. He was already planning a congressional campaign.

Ida sat in the balcony on the day he spoke for woman's suffrage, and he
could not resist the temptation of looking up there as he spoke.
Everything combined to give great effect to his speech. It was late in
the afternoon and the western sun thrust bars of light across the dim
chamber which the fresh young voice of the speaker had hushed into
silence. Ida had sent a bunch of flowers to his desk and upon that
bouquet the intrusive sun-ray fell, like something wild that loved the
rose, but as the speaker went on it clambered up his stalwart side and
rested at last upon his head as though to crown him with victory.

But defeat came as usual. The legislators saw nothing in the sun-ray
except a result of negligence on the part of the door-keeper. They all
cheered the speech, but a majority tabled the matter as usual. The
galleries cheered and the women swarmed about the young champion, Ida
among them. Her hand-shake and smile was his greatest reward.

"Come and see me," she said. "I want to thank you."

The Judge was immensely proud of him. "A great speech, Brad; if I
wasn't so old-fashioned and set--you'd have converted me. In