The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-12-25

MISS Vanc looked at him. Whey.
she said decisively, "Tm going to sell
The Inland Empire"
Mr.. Curran feigned distress and
amazement. Sell it? Why, you
can't-rm president!
Besides" he went on r~iotously.
we've got a new subscriber. l was
afraid our other one would die. The
Gem-Chicago Style. Since Sallie
Frisby came back from the city h
place where one can &c after the
theater, SO she's going to keep the Gem
open until 10 o'clock if there's not a
soul in the place. She's going to give
Rome a touch of high life, and on
that aspiration | got her to subscribe
a write-up. Also, we take it out in
trade. BY jove, I jumped at 1.-THE
Inland Empire does need a square
meal!"
Miss Vance looked at him in some
despair. Nevertheless, were going to
sell the magazine-to a Des Moines
chap who wants to turn it into a
farm journal"
Mr.. Curran looked doleful. 1t Is true
he was president of the corporation,
but most Of Miss Vance'S salary had
gone of late to get The Inland Empire
out of the Earlville paint shop. Wiley
had long since exhausted his eloquence
oA1o A1o " So1I. Il I'LL Oil . &. OGS
seemed as irresponsible fatal to this
grand scheme as it had to the News
circulation. Janet had had great
dreams of The Empire. She had
wanted expression achievement
beyond the routine OF her work; she
had thought to touch the world, it's
letter, crafts, movements with her own
convictions; they would build their
magazine slowly to success, aspiring
high but yet keeping to the good
earth, with departments for the home,
the farm and countryside, while battl-
ing for he militant political ideals Of
the west. 1t would mean the sweet
ness Of power and freedom-now she
wondered how her own practical mind
could ever a supposed it would
succeed with Mr.. Curran at its bust
ness head.
Wiley" h said severely, "I shall
sell it,"
You had better" he murmured
again dismally. Consult our stock
holders"
Arne and Harlan shouted irrepress-
IDLY. go ahead" cried Harlan. "I'll
donate mine. I'm too busy this year
to furnish any more Boston Notes.
move we go down to the Gem, a out
that dollar subscription and then sus-
pend publication at once"
Harlan retorted the superinten-
dent, Wiley is demoralizing you. I'm
glad you're going back to Harvard"
Her brother looked with some frank
resentment on the immaculate young
man. The lean-faced student farmer
from Wisconsin had The d%yspeptic
diathesis Of the reformer. The genial
ease Of breeding in the judges son
CALLED him at times, eve as did
Curran's whimsical impractically.
Arne's black eyes went about the
old .Chrn ,1if II ~, "a 49, - 49, l..'-1
Washington press, the stack Of frayed
ink rollers, the high wooden cases of
type stained and Whitfield by genera
tions of wandering printers; the ram
shacky desk piled with following and
dusty papers, gummy with paste and
inhy accretions except in the II spot
where the editor was wont to push
everything aside to find a writing
space-the student-farmer, burning
with his fiery zeal, saw in it all power
power unused, dissipated, perverted.
He was forever urging Wiley to further
radicalism; and Wiley at his best was
irresponsible enough. The Nances and
the News had been united from the
first by common sentiment; from this
same old desk, Jake Vance in war
time days had lifted the body of the
elder Curran, helpless with a copper
head bullet, anG detied the mob; and
in the years of the granger movements
the news had supported Vance in re-
peated hopeless battles for congress.
Arne had grown up in this demagogic
ferment Of vast ideas; he had come
back from his cow college quick
with a sense Of revolt, an impotence TO
hurry his conservative county Of the
Reserve into the young mems move
ment' Of the party.
Harvard" he growled, and then,
conscious of his intolerance, added:
"Oh, Well-that's all right. Har-
lan1l drop all that Bostonese accent
when he gets back to practice here a
year or two. And he'll be with us on
the band a when get get this
county organized to dump the old gang.
He'll forget les Judge Van Harris son,
and a nephew Of Senator Fairchild and
a Geek"
Again they smiled at Arne's heat.
He and Harlan had played on the same
football team in high school, and the
lean farm boy had been the sensation
Of the state athletic association. But
though one may rip up the invading
lines and score the championship
touchdowns and be borne from the field
smothering in ribbons and have to face,
tongue-tied, the clapping Of all the
pretty hands in school at the annual
association banquet, yet when alps
on all those girls who flutter summer
evenings in and out of the Van Hart
gate is a much greater thing. Which
Is reasonable and proper and according
to the light Of the best people in many
places east and west other than Rome,
Ia.
ooh, Harlan's all right" repeated
Arne, " and so are these other people
along High street. So is that copper
Indian over on the Square-he's
marking the spot where something
once happened. In Earlville they're
laughing at our row over Sin Creek.
Every time a freshet comes, what
happens? Some of our prominent
citizens wake up in the morning and
find their lawns strewn with own
socks and busted ~stovepipes and brass
collar buttons that Sin Creek has
swept down on us from the garbage
heaps of Earlville. Then they roar
and talk creek diversion, but nothing
was ever done until they made 1t a
county steal with Old Thad Tanner
getting the rake-off. Then, being
regular, the best families agreed to
It,"
Sinsinawa had been a scandal i'm
memortally, everybody knew. But
then everybody loved Sinsinawa, and
ROM without the wanton singing