The Washington herald., 1913-07-13

the four automobiles in the county.
all this went with law and order ana
righteousness, and one was deserving,
without envy, of having ones pants
pressed at the Iowa Pressing Club. II
Knute could have apetheosized all that
was best in America, next to kuoe
Van Hart, who could bat 400, ne
would have placed Harlan, the genial,
kindly young man of High Street and
Harvard.
"Old Thad's a hard one" Knute
added, but his voice rose to trium,
phant faith. "But law and lusticeu
beat him! Maybe we'll get thousand
dollarsl Aurelie said so. And If we
get thousand dollars, Aurelies gong
to have a dress and go to the high
school party. Uncle Mich said so. And
Uncle Mich won't peddle no more
bootleg whisky if we get a thousand
dollars! Then he and paw1l get along
better when he don't peddle bootleg
whisky. And his voice fell SOL
emnly, IF wet get the thousand dollars
may be Aurelie'd go to church,
The editor laughed gracelessly. he
could not see Harlan's face as the lads
raced across the lawn to the court
house.
/ "When?" he said, irrelevantly. ARE
you coming back to practice law and
expedite the regime of justice, truth,
benignity and the other virtues, Har-
LAM"
Next wear. Father wants me to be-
gin with the old firm. Donley is
good deal of a hack. So there's a
chance for me-"
"Chance?" Curran sighed. when,
for a Van Hart. was there ever any
thing but chance-the golden chance!
/ suppose everything will be cut out
easy for you. You're son of fortune,
Harlan" He looked about his dingy
shop,-where his fathers dreams and
his own had ended. We'll, son, you
deserve it. All that's best in. our best
blood is in you. I'm glad you're going
to settle down here. You can do so
much-much that l couldn't reach.
Your position-just see how these lit
tie Dane boys look at you-little Amer
leans in the making and you stand for
all America to them-justice, law, or
DER" He checked his rhapsodizing al
Harlan's smile. .'Old chap, | mean IT.:
Between the two was comradeshp
which their years belied. Many a night
of the long. quiet summer Harlan had
lounged in Wiley's shop, and while the
old job press clanked they argued So
phomorically OF the days questions.
Tie West was astir with newer de-
iincations of democracy, and Curran,
the inutile Celtic poet and enthusiast,
felt the pulsing. Socialism, the initia-
tive and recall, direct election of Sena-
tors, the checking of judicial tyranny;
these, along with the little common is
sues of the county-muncipal owner
ship of the water-works, road building,
drains to carry off Sinsinawas over
flow. inquiries into the Tanner Com
panys county contracts-all these Wiley
had put before Harlan in his years OF
mental growth through high school.
He knew of the judges conserva-
tism, O. all the influence OF birth,
breeding, association which were about
the younger man. and he felt a mas
ter's pride, a jealous triumph, that he
was forming Harlan's deeper ideals.
The Van Harts had tradition formed
BY Harvard, the Atlantic Monthly, a
New England ancestry and generations
of thrifty but not burdensome wealth.
A tempered blood, certain coldness
in looking on the larger aspect of at
fairs, all this went with the judges
calm, kindly, imperturbable example:
The West had not broken the sense of
their culture. They were the cautious,
genial Americans of the constitution
whom one means by "the b,st people"
Except Rube. He was extra-consti-
tutional and a reversion. Even Har-
Ian could sympathetically understand
why Rube's hands felt too big at his
mothers dinner table.
They walked out through the warm.
scented night. Wiley sighed. old
boy, | suppose this is about the last.
You'll be gone now for year. And
Arne Nance is going back to Wiscon-
sin to finish up his agricultural course; !
and Janetll be too, busy with school