Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-09-26
THE MIDLANDERS
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
Author of Che Day of Souls. My Brothers, Keeper Etc
copyright 1912. Bobbs- Merrill Company
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
CHAPTER XXIII-Continued.

CHAPTER XXIII-Continued.
And l." retorted Harlan, "am wait
ing here for the paper you have II
YOUR pocket. Curran's signed with
drawal."
"Eh?" The boss fidgeted. His eye:
went to the judge. You told them!
"I did. Tanner, this is damnable!
This is an outrage" the judge turned
on Harlan. My boy, you misunder
stand me. / knew nothing-know moth
ing. The hate of this"-he shivered-
God, it is in my blood, our very blood
Harlan! The dirt, the turmoil, the
sensationalism of ii all"
Father, 1 did not dream you did
You brought me up in the reverence OF
the law-its spiritual quality, its irwin
chile purity. l could not dream dis
honor of you. But you-you hesitate
You stand still 1t is not enough In a
man-not enough in judge. The only
good is the lighting good"
What do you mean?"
II want Curran's withdrawal. l de-
mand it,"
He is out of the fight. He dare not
speak tonight! His own paper Is
printing his resignation"
Give me that resignation" Harlan
advanced on Tanner. Give 1t to me
or I'll take it rom you"
The boss retreated. He looked to-
ward the door. Janet was moving TO IT
Keep off, damn you" he growled.
Harlan was following him. Thad's
hand went into his coat pocket. Keep
off. Here then. make a trade. Gil me
that stuff of Boydston's, l tell you! III
keep my mouth shut. If you gf me that
stuff that damn fool wrote!"
Well" Harlan's grim smile came
The little gray boss reached a trembl-
ing hand from his pocket. From the
door Janet turned. She had torn the
paper from Tanner, even as Harlan
was searching for his own.
Co" she cried. That's enough
Those notes are mine. Harlan. You
can't trade them!"
Harlan's smile deeped. With a sweep
of his hand he hurled Tanner against
the wall. You rat" He looked back
to his father. Il want you all to listen
I am going to marry Aurelie Lindstrom
l am going to prosecute Boydston and
Curry and Tanner. And if you"-he
smashed the other man closer to the
fioor-"if you ever mention-or if
ever hear a word against the name OF
the girl I'm going to marry. I'll walk
into the First National bank and Kill
you. Is that plain?"
The little boss struggled to answer
The judge laid his hand on his sons
arm. Harlan! Marry her? Your fam
ily-your mother"
The young man gave him brief at
tention. Very good" He lifted the lit
tie gray boss to his feet. Tanner, my
father wouldn't kill man under any
circumstances. would he? It's been
bred out of him, and his generations
before him. But I've got it back some
where. If there's any need at any
time!"
He kicked the door open and threw
the boss out.
There was some commotion in the
corridor. so much so that Thad's exit
was not noticed. An excited boy was
dashing down the hall calling for Mar
ryat, the sheriff.
He could not find him. and stopped
before Harlan at the door
Mr. Van Hart, they want you OF
some officer! There was a big fight
at the quarry! The contractors da'
gos tried to sneak into Lindstrom
field and start work. and he shot in
to 'em. He killed three, and ones
the foreman"
At Harlans back the judge was
listening. The young man saw some
thing out of the window as he turned
A column Of white smoke going VI
from the back yard of the News
shop; and a glimpse of Janets gown
He just realized that she had gone
And that, for the first time in fifty
years, there would be no issue Of th(
Rome News.
The boy was pulling at his sleeve il
a hysterical excitement.
Hold on. I'm going. som" But HI
turned again to his father. The judge
was striving to speak.
He said LindstOrm! He said Lind
strOm killed the men!'
You sent him down." the son nut
tered briefly. I'm sorry, father!