event the ratification of the nominee at the polls. But before
the contest was half over all fears for him were laid. What he had
lost in the districts where the skulking faction was strong, he made
up in the wards where the colored vote was large. He was
overwhelmingly elected.

Halliday smiled as he sat in the office and heard the congratulations
poured in upon Judge Featherton.

"Well, it's wonderful," said one of his visitors, "how the colored
boys stood by you."

"Yes, I have been a friend to the colored people, and they know it,"
said Featherton.

It would be some months before His Honor would take his seat on the
bench, and during that time, Halliday hoped to finish his office
course.

He was surprised when Featherton came to him a couple of weeks after
the election and said, "Well, Bert, I guess I can get along now. I'll
be shutting up this office pretty soon. Here are your wages and here
is a little gift I wish to add out of respect to you for your kindness
during my run for office."

Bert took the wages, but the added ten dollar note he waved aside.
"No, I thank you, Mr. Featherton," he said, "what I did, I did from a
belief in your fitness for the place, and out of loyalty to my
employer. I don't want any money for it."

"Then let us say that I have raised your wages to this amount."

"No, that would only be evasion. I want no more than you promised to
give me."

"Very well, then accept my thanks, anyway."

What things he had at the office Halliday took away that night. A
couple of days later he remembered a book which he had failed to get
and returned for it. The office was as usual. Mr. Featherton was a
little embarrassed and nervous. At Halliday's desk sat a young white
man about his own age. He was copying a deed for Mr. Featherton.

PARY IV

Bertram Halliday went home, burning with indignation at the treatment
he had received at the hands of the Christian judge.

"He has used me as a housemaid would use a lemon," he said, "squeezed
all out of me he could get, and then flung me into the street. Well,
Webb was nearer right than I thought."

He was now out of everything. His place at the factory had been
filled, and no new door opened to him. He knew what reward a search
for work brought a man of his color in Broughton so he did not bestir
himself to go over the old track again. He thanked his stars that he,
at least, had money enough to carry him away from the place and he
determine