The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-17

! Halfway across his careless hail came
TO Wiley Curran. Then his eye went
10 Rube He leaped the tarweed gut
ter and grasped his uncle's nand.
Why, Rube." he cried in his rare
| friendliness. Put her there, Wiley
and | saw in the Tribune about that
triple you and Kelly and Schmitz put
over in that last game with Peoria
some class, Rube!"
RUDE grinned appreciation. Flare
| up. Harlan. Ny arms all in" He held
this good-humored, lithely-built neph'
ew of and looked him over. Ills
blond hair curled in a likable way fol-
women and his smile had openness
and serenity Yet in his heartincss
there was reserve. His clothes heped
that indefnable impression OF class
aud poise which was inherited bat
above all significant distinctions there
stood forth his blithe and common
sense democracy. that uneradicable
quality OF the best American.
Harvard, went on Rube, don't
seem TO have mucn on you"
!iar'an laughed He pounded Rube' 3
dusty shoulder. Come on up TO din
ner Rube. Father and | want a line
on tne worlds series!-
RUDE hesitated. I'm a-goiug with
Wiley, son Somehow, i couldn't talk
baseball up at yonf house The judge
is ell right, but somehow a man can
hang out at liyery-stab BILE AMI feel at
aDnc with your mother She always
looks as If | smelled,"
Harlan smiled slowly. "Oh, come
on" But he was thinking. Every
body knew RUDE would work all win
ter at Carmichael's stable and get
drunk on bootleg whisky with printers
and farm-hands. and his motAer-eell
Rube finished the thought. "Yon see
1arlan, your mothers a mighty fine
woman, but there's never much De-
tween us. Up at your table my hands
and feet seem SO blamed big--and
once. Harlan, busted right into n
wimmens club when | went there"
Wiley and Harlan shouted. Rule,
the black sheep. at Mrs. Van Hart )
club meeting-they could imagine
that
Rube went on grinning: when you
and L Use DickinsoH get married and
have Il home, III come up and tell you
how We put EN- over the plate"
Harlan's reserve came back, "Rube.
I'm not Engaged Ia Elise. E:ery
time | go back TO school somebody
starts that yarn"
Wiley watched him keenly. He
could see the rich grocer's daughter
down High Street apparently waiting
at the drug store courner. Elise was
going East TO school this year-Bryn
Mawr or Wellesley-Wiley recalled.
He thought it was Mrs. Van Hart who
prompted this rather than have Miss
Dickinson finish" at the Baptist Sem
mary in Rome. Mrs. Van Harris word
was of weight on High Street-and
the grocer had more money than any
one except Thaddeus Tanner
But something in Harlan's straight
out declaration decided Wiley that
the mothers grooming of prospec-
tive daughter-in-law would be in vain.
Elise was an extraordinary nice"
girl There was no doubt OF that But
what attracted Curran the most was
some potential rebellion in Harlan.
Judge Van Harris wife was not only
the arbiter of High Street, but 1t was
said, with show of truth, that she rul-
ed her family with something OF the
authority of a grand dame of the old
school Mr.. Curran and the News
were her pet aversions-as Mr.. Cur
ran mischieviously knew, but nothing
had ever withheld the affectionate
friendship of Harlan and himself.
We'll. | didn't know" muttered
RUDE apologetically. "All the kids
grow up and get married. Except
Wiley and me-but then we never
growed up" And he and Wiley
laughed wistfully together. We'll,
I'm going down TO the station and
lug up my stuff" went on RUDE. Tell
Aunt Abby 10 have hot biscuit, Wiley
and honey"
The town kids struggled after RUDE.
Nobody sighed Mr. Curran, wants
TO be an editor"
Nobody did. At least nobody in
Rome. All the kids would rather
grow up TO be noble and handsome
and great and able TO bat 400 like
RUDE Van Hart. They would rather
sneak into Carmichaels stable and
help bed the horses than go fishing.
Only two of all the barelegged crew
remained The yelps and kyoodles
had wandered home or after RUDE
and his idolators--all except the
Widow Steger's dog, a long, strange,
German sort of dog with no legs TO
speak of, a lonesome boyless kyoodle
that had to go home early and sleep
under the geranium box
Harlan looked with friendly inter
est at the two urchins remaining.
They were fair open breed of the
North. tow-headed, summed by whole
some summer. The editor smiled out
al them from his desk which he was
locking. The Danish boys held his
fancy: he was given to sentimentaliz-
ing over the race fusion of the West,
and fine editorializlng of that sort
when he ought to have been down
meeting trains for the personals. or
noting the fall millinery openings
around the Square.
We'll, Knute," he began, and the
elder OF the two found some awkward
fearlessness to address him.
I'VE just thought you might know
first" Knute said. Just as soon as
the jury gets In" -
Curran glanced across at the court
house again. "Oh. yes Your dads
case is on, isn't it? Hope he ticks
'em, Knute."
The boy flushed gratefully "Mr.
Mason said we'd win sure" His
young note OF faith arose. He said
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