The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-11-13

AlOUllllT El0 quar- tgt nAh NtnAt 04 y
year ago with some vi hope OF har-
boring therein the genius Of the Mid
lands. II was always In the Eariville
print shops, waiting Tor the editors 20
pay the printers bills. four months be-
hind its date line OF Issue. Janet
Vance's salary usually went 70 helping
on the hamstrung magazine. Wiley
Van Harris did not take kindly 70
Harlan.s connection with the project.
And an the two stood chuckling on
the corner, from the court house win
dows there came tho below OF q mans
voice. It Jared and reverberatcd tar
homes tucked In the dusk. d red lamp
here and there, tanned by the air Of
the odorouS country. Then came q
gilenoa. Il was as N the entire town,
the sober. ecentsc0mmUnity, stopped,
shocked by some blasphemy. But what
che two men on the corner heard now
was the voice OF HarlAn's father, quiet.
sure. insistent with authority against
enc hoarse passion OF the other: aThe
court cannot--" they could only catch
. word here and there-'fntolerabie
the law Mr.. Batlin
\. John Lindstrom. Contempt
Then q lower buil-like answer dytns
away, and the shuttle OF feet.
Harlan ran across the lawn with
Wiley following. AS they entered the
basement by the JAN door a little pro-
cession came down: q big, rough man.
and by his side, Marryat, b sheriff.
The prisoner looked ahead, his blue
eyes dulled, the weeks growth Of
beard on his face twisted into ugly
lines. His right sleeve swung empty
from the elbow. Behind him was LATE
Mason, his attorney, perplexed, whts-
pering to Jewett, the p~Ot-bellied dis
trict attorney. who listened Rpathet-
tcaliy.
The big ma went down. At the
jail door he stopped and raised MS
Harlan saw there his father, who had
Just come out OF hts chambers and
was watching Lindstrom, his face q
study In control In breeding, against
the others primal anger.
Damn the lawi"
Lindstrcm strobe ON Damn the
COURT" He turned with Marryat's
hand on his shoulder. The Jurors. loi-
tering, whispering. putting on their
coats, were silent. The judge looked
steadfast at the prisoner, as IL In him
self was the spiritual invtolability OF
the law which could listen and endure;
which had pronounced and could be
patient Harlan was at his side, and
lost hts case, He had none-I directed
against him. The law IL clear"-he
stopped, and Tor an instant Harlan had
q glimpse OF the outrage and horror In
his fathers soul--'he cursed the law,
I sent him down for contempt" The
Judge shivered though the air was
warm. Come on-Alet Us get the fruit
for your mother"
The young man did not follow at
once. He, too, seemed dazed, but more
at his fathers suffering than at Lind
istrom's crime. And as he watched the
taller search Lindstrom, taking from
his pockets a knife, a bit OF string, a
nickel and a piece of tobacco, all pite-
eous and inutile. this pocket OF a poor
house lawn outside. Two bare-legged
and terrified boys and a girl who
seemed mothering them against this
great fear. Lindstrom saw them also.
His one fist shot up over the heads OF
the jailers. "Ay, home with you, ladsl
Knute and Peteri There'll be no more
school, now. Damn their law, their
taxes and their schoolsl I'll have no
more Of II for me or minel"
The girl under the arc light looked
back silently. And you, too, Aurelia;'
the big man roared. Tive fed you In
my house, but therein be no more
school for you'll" F%
Wiley Curran had started forward
with q cry. The judges SON was
muc0.f buI II NSeIu0O TIA IloEc WdS
craven on his soul more than the
picture there. As II on the velvet lawn,
against the peace and order OF the
town, the. rich farm land attentive. O
life had been taken In shame; or more
than d life, for on the souls Of the
workingman's children there was
wrought a hate for all time. He was
conscious now that Curran was angrily
shouting wild words; that the two lads
had fled, and that the slender girl. with
a last look as IL her bitterness was toe
large TO hurl at them, was following.
The young ma felt an intolerable re-
vulsinn. He suddenly a T. the cor
ner. staring after her and then dashed
on along a street leading to the blum
When he reached it he say the girl on
the trail among the rocks, running with
the 1.-THE swiftness OF n doe. He shout
ed after her:
"Aurelie! Aureliei"
But no answer came down from the
leafy cliff. And after a moment some
guilty consciousness stilled his tongue
His class. hts kind, his tradition, the
blood behind him fought down his
mans rebellion. He went back to the
square where his father was waiting
In the buggy! The men Of the town
had scattered from the place Of Justice,
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