Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-05
over his wretched patch against all So

clety, mute, lInDTuteu, HOSlile! meii
had talked Of It: Judge Van Hart
sent him to Jail two years ago and he's
hardly spoken to a soul since; just to
kept to his shanty, took his children
out of school and become q sort Of re-
ligious fanatic and anarchist"
The Judge spoke to his wife at bed
time. MY dear, do you suppose that
extraordinary affair he had with that
girl two years ago had anything to do
with it?"
with it?" She looked up in sur
prise. 'Lindstrom?"
yes. The girl has been back, you
know, and is-Fm told-extraordinarily
pretty"
The lady sniffed. 'I told you how she
nearly upset my trap!"
But Harlan" s.- ,.'
Harlan did not glance at her-her
scandalous behavior around the square!
The dust Of that machine was thrown
into every ones face! And that affair
"a mere boys infatuation-for a
month. And her career since-the i'm
possible stories they tell Of her! AS II
It were possible with Harlan!" She
had q Roman matron's pride In this
square -jawed serious son. A century
of American democracy was needed Tor
him. the sober sturdy sort Of which
they had sprung. .... .-.
The Judge sighed again. Somehow,
he has never been quite the same to
me since-he has seemed to look at us
now and then so measuringly-and
there has been something almost alb
normal in his desire for work as If he
were trying to forget!" .... e..
Harlan was in his office two hours
on that same indomitable application
At eight he closed the desk and went
across to Wiley's shop, for light was
there, and he felt like bantering the
editor as in the old days. 1t would be
a relief after the curious sense oil
strain he had come to feel at home. Yet
he could not bring back exactly the old
open comradeship with Wiley; and
that, also, was curious. He had felt
oddly alone, conscious as he was of a
furtive and friendly interest In him
When he dropped in the court house
the other candidates were cordial, but
there was a hushing Of conversation
He began to mix with the county
crowd" as he said, under an Idea that
1t was what young man, and the only
new face on the ticket, should do. But
somehow he was treated with respec,
and passed by in the chatting fellow
ship of the local politicians.
He spoke Of it to Curran as they sat
in the dusk. Curran was complacent-
ly at ease since his triumph; he had
discovered a pleasant vanity in this
new regard Of men. Perhaps" he sug-
gested, they're rather afraid Of you
Harlan. You've laid aside your bulldog
pipe, and the college clothes do not
stick out so conspicuously, but all the
same you're different" He eyed the
young man intently. And besides
you'll be the district attorney. the first
one whom they are unable to size up
''I don't see what any honest man
has to fear in that"
Curran smiled enigmatically. "Ex'
actly! But there are Dan Boydston and
Curry, the two men who put through
Tanners contracts on the board-al
friends of your fathers, but you-well
the old crowd wonders about YOU"
Harlan looked away. Boydston's
daughter was one of the two or three
town girls under his mothers especia
social chaperonage, who met their east
ern connections.
"Well, they all supposed that the
son of your father was safe!"
Harlan watched him silently. The
elder man went on more slowly: TT:
Just that things have come too easy fol
you, boy. Never had rough and tum'
BILE fight in your life-clean. strong
sheltered! That's why II loved you
son! And why II envy you. WASTED
so many years, oh. so many years!"
| And while they sat in the dusk th'
eyes of both went to the street, to fou
men who were crossing from the court
ward. One was Rube Van Hart. RUB
and autumn were here once more. An
| other was Arne Vance. Another wa
1T. P. Purcell, the dapper young law
yer manager Of Mr.. Curran's cam
| paign. And the fourth was a little
cheap -arrayed, fast-talking man
sight Of whom Curran started with
smothered cry.
Rube greeted them all with his Ia
comic shyness. FINISHED with the Cot
ton Belt league, Wiley. They canne'
me when the pennant rush came. An
here's a guy that used to know you. n
says. Shagged up the line with m
from Memphis. happened to mention
YOU, and he sure was delighted to fin
his old friend, Wiley! Ladeau, that
his name"
| Curran was staring. Maurice" h
lmuttered at last.
The newcomers small coffee -colore
face wrinkled amiably. He held out hi
hand. Arne Vance and T. P. PURGE
appeared noting, with merciless intent
lness, Curran's greeting. Curran, tn
most democratic of men, to whor
even the lame dogs came for sympath
appeared not honored by Ladeau's &C
quaintance.
"Curran," muttered Mr.. Purcell
"Arne and came on this man in fror
of the billiard hail. He was sayin
something-telling some crazy yarl
But we've heard a bit, and we too
him away!"
Curran glanced at his friends fac
. Arne was grim. The newcomer WEI
: on with reminiscent pleasure: "Yaa
1 sho' remember dat Wiley man! l sa
. when dis Rube tell me he is here: o,
! OF Wiley? Name O God-dat san
Wiley of dem Of scalawag days! Ho
! we laugh-him an me, and Gamblir
: Gawge, when we all get run out Of Al
n cencion fo' dem games we rum!
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