The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-30
CHAPTER TX.
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He was savage with the realization
that Janet Vance's WINDOW in the
county building was open, that IN al
likelihood she had heard Old had
jest and the laughter. No he had not
done Well. And his old discomfort
with himself came over him. the pit-
less feeling that he did not measure
iup 70 the rough game men played III
business aud politics. lie Was 100
much the sentimentalist, that was H.
He was kicking away on MS loo-
press when Hemminger, the recalci-
trant board member, came IN. Hem
minger was from a lonely backwooaS
district up the river whose people
from poor roads aud isolation, rarely
came 70 Town He paid back SUB
scription. and had rambling budget
OF news from the home folk And, as
always. the editor listened sympatnet-
ically and. with thoughts far away
answered at times.
There was whaling corn crop ana
II was mostly out OF the way OF lrosl'
And the late pasture was drying up
and some folks were going 10 snip
their hogs Some folks would. but
DANCED II be would. Some OF MS
land, where it ran up In the blum,
hadn't done much and he was going
to turn in his hogs and let EN- take
the yield. Dinged II he knew what
was the matter with that land,
Wiley listened Then he took a
handful OF pamphlets from his desk
Ever see these, Burt? overnment re-
ports? Maybe your land is too sour
Hemminger was incredulous. BOOK
farming wasn't much
II tell you what I'll do said Wiley
suddenly. Next time Arne Vance
comes back from the agricultural
school, III get him and drive up there
and he can analyze your soil"
Hemminger's pale eyes shone
Would you, now? You're busy man
Mr. Curran-runnin fur Congress and
ALL"
Il want TO see you all"
Sure. Folks would be delighted
| Nobody comes up our way much. Up
our way the wimmen still boil soap
We amt much on new-fangled ways
I'D on Broad Bottoms. But II Jake
dIEG DOl u NOAlt W. 49,
meet somewheres and have coffee
and you could talk 10 US, too, Mr. Cur
ram"
Wiley watched him with sudden
awakening hope. DO your folks ike
me up there, Burt? Way out in the
bototm districts"
you come up our way. It's right
lonesome country But We know you
Mr.. Curran You remember the time
you got Abe Smiths boy out o jail?
Mr.. Curran's mind went vaguely
back FIVE years.
Our folks talk about that yit, Abe's
boy hadn't done much but git toe
moch on board. And you got him ou'
and sent him home"
/ Hemminger was stuffing the govern
ment crop reports In his pocket i
/ you'd come. Mr.. Curran, folks woulC
be proud The News, they say oul
way. it's never scared and It's never
bought And Abe Smiths boy-well
you come up
He went out. and when the editor
saw his farm wagon rumble over tine
crossing his face was lit with fine
glow. Wiley wondered what he had
said or done TO bring Henminger ou'
OF his despond-he had come In beat
en- and humiliated from the supervis
ors' meeting-the lone board insur
gent against the Tanner dominance
over the rich farmers OF the southern
part OF the county. Curran saw him
away of. when he went up the path
10 the cottage where Aunt Abby's
lamp shone--a lonely figure seated In
rude wagon that crawled up gar
OF the blum 10 the north between the
sombr harshness of the corn fields-a