The Detroit times., 1913-08-12


the impossible stories they tell OF
her As IL IL were possible with
( Harlan She had Roman matron 5
pride i'm this square-Ja ed serious
son \ century of American democ-
,racy was needed for him. the sober
sturdy sort OF which they had sprung.
The Judge sighed again. Some
how. ne has never been quite the
same TO me since--he has seemed 10
look at US now and then SO measur-
ingly and there has been something
almost abnormal IN his desire for
work-as IL he were trying TO for
get"
Harlan was in his office two hours
ON that same indomitable applica-
ton At eight he closed the desk
and went across 10 Wiley's shop. for
a light was there. and he felt like
bantering the editor as in the old
days II would be a relief after the
curious sense OF strain he had come
10 feel al home. Yet he could not
bring back exactly the old open
/ comradeship with Wiley; and that
also. was curious lie had felt oddly
alone. conscious as he was OF a fur
! tive and friendly interest In himl
/ When he dropped in the courthouse
/ he other candidates were cordial, but
there was a hushing of conversation.
! lie began 70 mix with the county
! crowd as he said, under an idea
! that IL was what a young man. and
the only new face on the ticket,
should do. But somehow he was
treated with respect and passed by
in the chatting fellowship OF the
local politicians.
He spoke OF II to Curran as they
sat in the dusk. Curran was COM
placently at ease since his triumph;
/ he had discovered pleasant vanity
In this new regard OF men Per
| haps" he suggested, they're rather
afraid OF you. Harlan. You've laid
aside your bulldog pipe. and the col
| lege clothes do not stick out so con-
spicuously. but all the same you're
/ di fferent He eyed the young man
! intently. And besides. you'll be the
! district attorney. the first one whom
| they are unable TO size up"
II don't see what any honest man
| has 10 fear in that"
| Curran smiled enigmatically Eek
actly But there are Dan Boydston
and Curry. the two men who put
through Tanners contracts on tho
board-all friends of your father 5.
but you-well. the old crowd wonders
about you
! Harlan looked away. Boydston $
| daughter was one Of the two or three
town girls under his mothers es-
pecial social chaperonage. who met
their eastern connections.
We'll. they all supposed that the
son of your father was safe."
Harlan watched him silently. The
elder man went on more slowly: Its
Just that things have come too easy
for you, boy. Never had a rough
and tumble fight in your life-clean.
strong, sheltered, That's why II
loved you, son, And why III envy
you. | wasted so many years, oh, so
many years,"
And while they sat in the dusk
the eyes OF both went 10 the street,
to four men who were crossing from
the courtyard One was Rube Van
Hart. Rube and autumn were here
once more. Another was Arne Vance.
Another was T p. Purcell the dapper
young lawyer manager Of Mr.. Cur
rams campaign And the fourth was
a little. cheap-arrayed. fast-talking
man al sight of whom Curran start
ed with smothered cry
Rube greeted them all with his
laconic shyness. Finished with the
Cotton Belt league. Wiley. They
canned me when the pennant rush
came And here's guy that used
to know you he says. Shagged up
the line with me from Memphis
happened 10 mention you, and he
sure was delighted 10 find his old
friend, Wiley! Ladeau, that's his
name"
Curran was staring Maurice, "
he muttered al last.
The newcomers small coffee-color-
ed face wrinkled amiably He held
out his hand. Arne Vance and T.
p Purcell appeared noting, with
merciless intentness, Curran's greet
ing Curran. the most democratic
of men, TO whom even the lame dogs
came for sympathy, appeared not
honored by Gsadeaus acquaintance.
"Curran." muttered Mr.. Purcell,
"Arne and 7 came on this man in
front OF the billiard hall He was
saving something telling some crazy
yarn. But we've heard bit, and
we took him away"
Curran glanced at his friends
face Arne was grim. The new
conner went on with reminiscent
pleasure: 'Yaas. | sh remember dat
W'iey man say. when dis Rube
tell me he Is here: Our Of Wiley?
Name o God---dat same Wiley or
dem oil scalswag days. How we
laugh him an me. and Gambiin
ciawge. when we all get run out OF
Ascencion 10 dem games we rum
The candidate was staring, listen
ing I.adeau beamed on: And ar
Plaauemine we was all broke Name
o. God we all come down to AK Of
man Bouvier 20 feesh heads TO make
a cou 'bouillon under dc bridge
Wiley raised deprecating hand
lie smiled wanly Maurice. II
never touched card since He
since dat lettle Adrienne made
Won promise when YOU TAX her to
NAVlyns Eheu dem OIL Creole
days. tie sighed Dat leetlc Adri.
enne of Butte La Rose"
The dapref Mr. Purcell cOughed.
Arnc stirred Wiley. were you ever
married.
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