Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-22

vors, his tennis rackets, fraternity
parchments-hung as he had cherish
ed them. Now he felt an intolerance
of this sophmoric display. He promis-
ed that when he came back next fall
all this truck should go to the garret
It should be a mans room, for today
he felt no more the boy. He would be
the man; something had come to him
in his bitterness, his first bewilder-
ment, that told him he must be man
now, and not the lovesick youth, or
the trif1er with all this easy popularity
he had among all sorts Of people. He
recalled curiously now how his mother
had always contrived that he spend his
time with the right sort Of people;
how he was so thoroughly Of the gra-
cious life Of this kind Of people. East
or west, somehow, these best homes
opened to him; everything good came
without effort, without cost. Yet he
would have been surprised to believe
he was anything else but democrat
a young man Of the easy, full-lived
tolerant American democracy-the
sort of fellow who calls on ones
daughters, and whom ones daughters
marry when he has made enough In
the business or become a junior part
ner of the firm. East or west, he was
the same clean clear-minded chap OF
family and money. To get on in the
world meant no particular struggle;
merely common sense and industry
and cultivating the right sort of peo-
pie, and taking easy advantage of the
opportunities that ones position gives
one. His father was that sort Of man
exactly. All the county accepted him
as a type Of the sturdy democratizing
citizen; and Harlan looked out on the
people reciprocally,-brown, kind, true
hearted people, unconscious, unafraid
their wallets filled. He re-
membered once travelling with Elise
Dickinson and the grocer's daughter
had been ashamed Of country uncle
who took out paper shoe-box OF
lunch and ate fried chicken and
pickles on the seat Of the coach. Har-
Ian had resented Elise's feeling. He
had no country relations, but he felt
a stout kinship with all this prosy,
common, wholesome living. They were
his home people, these Midlanders
the best Of Americans. Certainly he
was a democrat, as his father was
without struggle, without cost, with
out having to soil his hands at any
thing, or assume obligation. If one
had accused him Of ss-conscious-
ness he would not have taken one Sc
riously.
His father and mother had no COM
ment when he appeared dressed fol
dinner. Mrs. Van Hart smiled; it was
such likable following Of the judges
habits. The affair Of last night ha6
been put by; they had had it out aftel
the party, and Harlan had listened in
silence. Their hopes Of him, theil
pride in him; all they had built and
lived and dreamed for him-they knew
he would not throw 1t away. He hac
listened, then he had arisen and sale
simply: Mother, I'm going back te
school tomorrow. Can't you trust me
in this affair-Aurelie Lindstrom-a!
you can in everything?"
And the mother had answered
proudly, Yes"
Tonight at dinner he felt his faith
er's kindly eyes on him; his mother!
affectionate welcome was unchanged
The matter was not mentioned again
He knew it would not be. Yes, the!
trusted him-so Loyalty, so splendidly
they trusted him! They placed on hin
the unspoken but inescapable heri'
tage they had received. He woult
wrong it in no way. Mrs. Van Har
had summed 1t up to the judge alone
last night Harlan would not MARI!
an impossible girl any more than yol
would, dear-or your father, or you
fathers father. 1t was one Of thos'
chivalrous madnesses Of youth; ant
the girl is pretty. I was so sorry 10
her! And this ridiculous newspape
rize-winningl 1t was mercifully for
tunate after all. If anything could Gu
Harlan to the quick it would be cheap
ness and vulgarity and notoriety. Al
infatuation might blind him to her so
cial ineptitude-but this beauty -priZ
absurdity-nothing could have beel
better to break the boys Arcadian 70
nance. Indeed, we got out of it wit
amusing ease"
The Judge had sighed. He had,
seemed, discovered in this son some u
the inner steel that the mother pos
sessed clothed in her gracious authorl
ty. He had been aware of Harlan
questionings for a year or so in mat
ters that did not come clearly in tn
mothers view; of a mind graspin
with dogged slowness but merciles
tenacity at altered standards.
He stopped now to banter his so
over the soup, trying to assume thei
old fraternity of common views. VIVA
did Harlan expect to live on next yea
when he hung his shingle out?
Perhaps I'll follow Billy Lees eX
ample" badgered Harlan. "Specializ
in irrigation law and go out to Arizon
and hustle"
The mother smiled at this gay dis
sembling. A Van Hart having
hustle" was unthinkable. The judS
went on: by sleeping on the offic
couch and taking your meals at tn
Gem-Chicago style-as it advertises-
you can probably pull through an
pay for your gas and janitor."
I'm going to give Harlan his firS
case" Mrs. Van Hart smiled. H
can go before the county board an
argue for the Sinsinawa Creek diver
sion. Taylor says we could sell ou
north eighty If the creek was damne
above the quarry"
Mother, that's a matter Of polite
and not law"
The judge looked curiously at tn
son. The assurance Of a man was
| him. Harlan went on: There is IL