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In the nation at large,through the defection of certain Northern states neither so conservative nor fortunate as ours,the Democratic party was in power,which naturally implies financial depression.There was no question about our ability to send a Republican Senator;the choice in the Boyne Club was final;but before the legislature should ratify it,a year or so hence,it were just as well that the people of the state should be convinced that they desired Mr.Watling more than any other man;and surely enough,in a little while such a conviction sprang up spontaneously.In offices and restaurants and hotels,men began to suggest to each other what a fine thing it would be if Theodore Watling might be persuaded to accept the toga;at the banks,when customers called to renew their notes and tight money was discussed and Democrats excoriated,it was generally agreed that the obvious thing to do was to get a safe man in the Senate.From the very first,Watling sentiment stirred like spring sap after a hard winter.

The country newspapers,watered by providential rains,began to put forth tender little editorial shoots,which Mr.Judah B.Tallant presently collected and presented in a charming bouquet in the Morning Era."The Voice of the State Press;"thus was the column headed;and the remarks of the Hon.Fitch Truesdale,of the St.Helen's Messenger,were given a special prominence.Mr.Truesdale was the first,in his section,to be inspired by the happy thought that the one man preeminently fitted to represent the state in the present crisis,when her great industries had been crippled by Democratic folly,was Mr.Theodore Watling.The Rossiter Banner,the Elkington Star,the Belfast Recorder,and I know not how many others simultaneously began to sing Mr.Watling's praises.

"Not since the troublous times of the Civil War,"declared the Morning Era,"had the demand for any man been so unanimous."As a proof of it,there were the country newspapers,"which reflected the sober opinion of the firesides of the common people."There are certain industrious gentlemen to whom little credit is given,and who,unlike the average citizen who reserves his enthusiasm for election time,are patriotic enough to labour for their country's good all the year round.When in town,it was their habit to pay a friendly call on the Counsel for the Railroad,Mr.Miller Gorse,in the Corn Bank Building.He was never too busy to converse with them;or,it might better be said,to listen to them converse.Let some legally and politically ambitious young man observe Mr.Gorse's method.Did he inquire what the party worker thought of Mr.Watling for the Senate?Not at all!But before the party worker left he was telling Mr.Gorse that public sentiment demanded Mr.Watling.After leaving Mr.Gorse they wended their way to the Durrett Building and handed their cards over the rail of the offices of Watling,Fowndes and Ripon.Mr.Watling shook hands with scores of them,and they departed,well satisfied with the flavour of his cigars and intoxicated by his personality.He had a marvellous way of cutting short an interview without giving offence.

Some of them he turned over to Mr.Paret,whom he particularly desired they should know.Thus Mr.Paret acquired many valuable additions to his acquaintance,cultivated a memory for names and faces that was to stand him in good stead;and kept,besides,an indexed note-book into which he put various bits of interesting information concerning each.Though not immediately lucrative,it was all,no doubt,part of a lawyer's education.

During the summer and the following winter Colonel Paul Varney came often to town and spent much of his time in Mr.Paret's office smoking Mr.

Watling's cigars and discussing the coming campaign,in which he took a whole-souled interest.