The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-04

! otcu COuiu give you.
Ike Sounds did not know. He was
sure there was something crooked
about IT,
Il tell you what wen do" exclaim-
ed Hemminger. This editor, he's 60
ing TO run for Congress In the pri-
mary, and we want him TO come out.
and Arne with him. and they can talk
politics and seed corn together. Hey,
Arne?"
The farmer-student's black eyes
snapped Go? II was great idea!
Hemminger's sad eyes lit. The sus-
picious Sounds grew interested. by
links. II there was anything like that
going on In Hemminger's district, our
/ district ought TO have II, too! We
want much for style, our folks, in
Number Five, but Arne Vance can
come talk seed corn and sour soil,
and then this editor can get up and
whale the plutocrats It's right
lonesome road out our way, but We
take the News and we know some
thing!"
And he and Hemminger went of
with a promise. Curran watched the
shaggy farm horses steaming in the
! cool sunshine, the bundled figures on
the seat. until the wagon drew into a
gap of the hills. They wanted him,
did they? After all. his yelling brat
of paper did And its way out TO the
lonely farms and was read and be-
! lieved,
He turned TO discover Arne watch
ing him curiously You're going.
Wiley?"
Sure"
Wen elect you, Wiley. We-and
they. Quit your grubbing away In
this dinky shop and come out among
us! Janet's been seeing things very
clearly. There never was such a
chance-the county needs leader
I'm telling you what the young men
say over the county And there's
Father Doyle. who's trying TO build
his church up among the foreigners
at the new mines. and Mcbride, this
state labor organizer who's working
TO unionize the new factory people
around Earlville-none of them cares
a damn about the old gang in this
tcwn-the best families and the court
house jobs and all that"
Il know" said Curran. quietly.
They've both talked with me-urged
me"
Arne's eyes glittered. Janet" he
muttered grimly Her work"
The editor was musing. Janet,
again. Always Janet! She seemed
behind every manifestation OF his new
place in the hearts OF men. his awak-
ened ambitions, his power TO be him
self The enfranchised and free COM
panion. demanding freedom, giving 1t;
that was what she had said the mod
ern woman could be. He was awak.
ening to this magnifcence in Janet
And yet she must love him-she could
do that also And slowly his dream
grew TO a vision OF a love past the
common call OF sex, a passion emo
bled by the riches OF her personality.
There would be none OF the parasitic
clinging TO a man, the need of senti'
mentaliZing shelter and protection.
The helper to power, the counselor 10
a widening life-this would be the wo-
man TO come! This would be Janet.
He met the elder Vance next day,
Jake, the political farmer. the malcon-
tent. an original Greenbacker, a mug
wump, party trouble-maker. forever
given TO standing about the Square
Saturday afternoon in his moth-eaten
old buffalo coat arguing with the coun-
trymen. He could not have been elect
ed to any ONCE, but he had not soured.
His children had inherited his reason
ing unrest, but they had disciplined it
TO achievement.
Somebody to beat Hall-somebody
to beat Hall" he roared. Folks say
it's comm to be you. Wiley! | get 1t
everywhere except In the News, and
in the banks and warehouses and the
courthouse, The county amt what
Ii used to be--there are mines and
factories-and libraries and labor
unions The old gang doesn't realize
that. It's you. Wiley. all the kickers
want. And ! hear you amt got the
money? Amt some OF these new real
estate men and boomers over In Earl
vile close to you for that"
Not much. Cal Rice and Thad are
in with 'em on most of their deals"
Jake went out In the frosty sunlight.
Don't forget" he growled, that
there's a sight of people who amt in
any deals! Arne, let's go home and
feed stock with that contraption or
yours up in the haymowl" He looked
the school superintendent office: Il
guess that girl OF mine Is ready to
go home, too"
Wiley watched the Vances drive of,
the three of them In Jake's old buggy.
Jake used to travel to political con-
ventions in the smoker, and, at IL
o'clock. pull a basket up between his
legs. spread a newspaper on his knees,
eat his chicken and sweet pickles, and
then pitch the paper out the window,
but when Arne comes back from cot
lege he eats In the diner and uses
flnger-bowl," he told Aunt Abby. And
they have two hired girls at the farm.
Janet and Arne make up the price OF
the dining car and the maids by fgur-
ing out soil analysis, or new school
methods, and don't bother their heads
with picking chickens, or putting up
lunches"
We'll. there'll come an end" she
warned; faint In nature for a farm
to stand two hired girls, or even onel"
He laughed Get on the band wag-
on, Auntyl" Then behind her. In the
fragrant kitchen, he saw Old Michi-
gan warming his leg across the wood
box. Michigan grinned expectantly:
Done got letter from our little
girl, Mr.. Curran And i done brought
II up here first thing for you to ready
"Aurelie?" Wiley was conscious or
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