With what confidence he looked ahead at the State-house. The
Governor--not considering the inconsistency therein--felt a thrill
of real pride in thought of the State's possessing a man like that.

Standing though he did for the things pitted against him, down in
his heart John Morrison had all along cherished a strong admiration
for that young man who, as District Attorney of the State's
metropolis, had aroused the whole country by his fearlessness and
unquestionable sincerity. Many a day he had sat in that same office
reading what the young District Attorney was doing in the city close
by--the fight he was making almost single-handed against corruption,
how he was striking in the high places fast and hard as in the low,
the opposition, threats, and time after time there had been that
same secret thrill at thought of there being a man like that. And
when the people of the State, convinced that here was one man who
would serve _them_, began urging the District Attorney for
chief executive, Governor Morrison, linked with the opposing forces,
doing all he could to bring about Leyman's defeat, never lost that
secret feeling for the young man, who, unbacked by any organisation,
struck blow after blow at the machine that had so long dominated the
State, winning in the end that almost incomprehensible victory.

The new Governor had passed from sight, and a moment later his voice
came to the ear of the lonely man in the executive office. Some
friends had stopped him just outside the Governor's door with a
laughing "Here's hoping you'll do as much for us in the new office
as you did in the old," and the new Governor replied, buoyantly:
"Oh, but I'm going to do a great deal more!"

The man within the office smiled a little wistfully and with a sigh