The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-14
CHAPTER Xxx.
Continued

! An hour later, glancing out she saw
; Curran aud Hemminger together, their
|. shoulders TO heavy casting which
J some farmer was trying to load In his
wagon at Dickinson's warehouse. And
, again her faint smile came Yes they
{ loved him-they had made place for
him. And she? Well, she had done
her part also for him. And she knew
, him so much better than any OF them,
Curran had been busted all the final
campaign. here was fear that the old
county gang would knife his candi-
dacy. so his hackers had kept him at
the front But he had no misgivings
. He had returned TO his home town
F, brown and hearty, pleased with the
sense OF victory He had discovered
surprising qualities in himself. a caus-
, tic retort. a merciless Clearness that
I pleased the farmers. The papers com
Z mented on his "brilliance." Janet had
read and listened II was more than
| winning a)campaign; il was the max
j ing OF a man.
/ He saw her when he passed the
, courthouse and came TO her. eager.
volatile, bubbling with tales OF the
I progressive cause. Il made em listen
, Janet"
Then In her calm eyes back OF her
serene smile, he seemed to read again
, the ineXplicable pain which he did not
(, care to fathom And he went from
. her. steadied by a sense OF her faith,
: but refusing to dwell upon IT, II was
I like his estrangement from Harlan
, at first it had been a desperate hurt.
|. But through the weeks, rising with MS
/. new fighting life, he had hercely told
! himself that he would yield nothing.
he was crying out 10 life with Diony-
y sian gladness--he would seize growth
; and power and recreate himself SO,
when he found letter from Aurelie
; on his desk, he cried ont as if a me
| teor had lighted his dingy shop Aure-
!, lie, the village baggage. Old Michi
/ gans gir.; the one-time rabbit hunter
, OF the hills, the ridiculous beauty
! prize winner. an actress trapesing
! over the land with an ambition to
s come back with a bull-pup and press.
i, agent TO startle the old town Janet
i was right if there was anything need.
cd to finish Wiley Curran it was
f. Aurelie Lindstrom But he would not
i admit this His Celtic sense Of ro-
: nance begilded his world still: bit
! ways would Yet he knew better than
y any one how desperately he needed
:, the cool and sober Judgment Of men
i and Momen-that Yves what could
make him; that was what was max
' ing him now in his new life the faith.
the love Of these prosy farm folks OF
the Midlands.
But Aurelie had written And az
I once the walls of his shop fell away
I 10 vistas of enchantment
y I'm engaged" said Aurelie. in her
} firm, upright, hish-school hand. Mr..
4 Curran started feverishly. In mu.
t steal comedy and the manager says
II. can sing, Oh what do you think at
! that? Not much, but enough. But
Ada Norman says my face did it. and
I'd never got show if | hadn't made
> Cohans Office boy laugh. But ! tel
, you. Mr.. Curran, we were right up
! against it. Ada and ! pawned our
trunks. and when she stacked me out
/ In the best clothes we could get '
( sailed into some Of these people And
! tell you. Mr.. Curran, the day ] got
my job we were down 10 oatmeal COOK
ed over the gas-jet in our room. But
there's nothing TO a race but the fin
, ish' Oatmeal isn't so bad
| "Oh. AuIelie." groaned Mr. Curran,
! land that taxi, and the dollar You gave
a bell-boy over az the Metropole'
The letter went on: And what DO
YOU think. Mr.. Curran, | was only in
that chorus six weeks when Conan IL
Snitz decided to put a road show out
and they picked me out OF the "ew
York production to understudy the
, comedienne. They said | was funny!
| suppose | made faces and kicked up
my heels" "Oh Rome, Oh the
Shakespeare club" murmured Mr..
Curran so I'm going out on the road
with the second Girl and The Burglar
company We aren't so classy as the
New York bunch but ii gives me
chance | like New York. You ought
to see the clothes I've got on. When
we open in Chicago on the tenth you
Just come and see me act.
/, Up. S.--Tell all those grannies who
don't like me, about The Girl and The
Burglar But don't say anything about
the oatmeal!
Up. S.-Pretty soon I'll send you
some stuff to put in the paper.
up. ST saw three little rabbits un-
der a bridge yesterday when the train
went by, w ltn rove,
"AURELIE."
The Congressional candidate folded
the letter over so that only WIN
love. Aurelie" showed. He gazed at
II. Then he sat down and tried TO re-
call Aurelie. What she liked, and how
she laughed or rebelled-what inevita-
biity of life had made her as II MADE
all the rest of us.
He went about the next month, III
and out of the county. speaking wher-
ever the need took him. 1t was not
until his next breathing-space, that,
back in his Office to pick up the odds
and ends Of work--for the task OF get
ting out the News had fallen TO Aunt
Abby and his mongrel printers-he
met Harlan. WhileMiley had been on
his whirlwind campaign Harlan had
kept 10 his petty lawyering with Don
len. He had no fight TO make the
county committee took care of that.
His sort of politics needed no noise
| nor appeal--it was not a part of the
Cambridge-Virginia traditions Of his
family.
Harlan came in on him one chill
night OF October Wiley had been
hurt, forA II seemed. since his return,
that Harlan had evaded him. Otheys